‘It’s going right through my head.’Nish looks up from her tea making. ‘No idea, but it’s a nice car.’‘Why do wankers always get the nice cars? And,’ Eve’s eyes narrow, ‘how come you’re taking two cups back to your room?’Nish flushes.‘You crafty cow!’ cries Eve. ‘You pulled! Who is he? Come on, you old tart, tell me!’Beep! Beep!‘Christ almighty, will you shut up!’Wincing with every blast of the horn Eve shuffles to the window and looks down into the square. ‘Oh! That is a nice car!’I peer over her shoulder. A beautiful Jag has pulled up under the plane trees. My stomach flips. It’s Raza.‘Wait a minute,’ Eve frowns. ‘Isn’t that the guy from last night’s party?’Raza swings his long legs from the car and leans against the bonnet. Seeing us at the window he waves.‘Come on, Mills,’ he calls up. ‘I can’t wait to show you Cliveden!’Eve’s chin is on the windowsill. Nish seizes her opportunity and scuttles back to the mystery man, sloshing tea in her haste to escape Eve’s inquisition.‘Bloody Hell,’ breathes Eve.
