Chapter Nine
Jill could kick herself. What did she think she was doing? This managing of a bloody lightning strike was proving much more difficult in practice than in theory. Not that it was an excuse, but Amelia had looked so scrumptious. So impossible to resist saying hello to. For a second, Jill had believed this was her chance to tell Amelia that she would need to refer her on. But Amber and the woman who managed her studio, Micky-something, were sitting two tables down from Amelia. And who knew who else might walk in? Sheryl might have turned up at their table and Sheryl had an uncanny gift for rooting out people’s intentions. It also wouldn’t have been fair to drop Amelia as a client in a coffee shop, when they had run into each other by coincidence only. Other than all of that, Jil
