Chapter Thirty
As the crowds slowly began to thin out at the end of the evening, Dawn started to wish that she had not agreed to the doctor’s offer of a massage.
True, her back and ankle were both killing her and, if offered right this minute, she would jump at the chance of a soothing rubdown. But the doctor was still enchanting some of the remaining guests with tales of ancient Egypt and did not appear as if she was about to run out of steam any time soon.
The super had already left for the evening, and so had her DS, who did not so much as raise an eyebrow when she informed him of the reason why she no longer needed a lift home.
Indeed, Dawn, herself was still not one hundred per cent sure of what the evening might hold in store.
She had stopped drinking after her fourth glass of C
