‘You really shouldn’t have.’ ‘Well, I did, so let’s have no more of that.’ Greg peered at her over his glasses. ‘Have you decided? Because I have.’ Yvonne scanned the list of dishes. ‘Sorry – too busy admiring my present. What are you getting? I bet it’s the crab claws and the stir-fry.’ He laughed. ‘We’ve definitely been friends for too long.’ ‘No, you’re just so predictable. I’m going to have the crispy duck and then the plaice.’ She closed the menu. ‘Now, tell me everything.’ He was tanned and rested looking. Really, he was quite handsome. She knew him too well to appreciate that most of the time. His dark grey shirt was well cut, with a thin blue stripe running through it. She assumed he had plenty of money – what would he spend it on? ‘Well, the villa was quite small, just two bedrooms, and very basically furnished, the bare necessities. But the area was spectacular. I did some great walking – and of course I visited Florence and Pisa.’ She groaned.
