Chapter 21
I WAS at a corner table in The Den by 10.45. It was trendily minimalistic, with rough-hewn tables, bench seats with chintzy cushions and abstract paintings jostling for prominence on the walls. The clientele were businessmen and hipsters with laptops. My mobile phone beeped with a text message. It was Steph.
‘Hi bro. Have you been spirited away by aliens? Hope you’re okay, give me a call some time.’
‘Sorry, been busy. Will phone you later today,’ I messaged back. I slid my phone back in my pocket, looked up and there she was. Everything and nothing had changed. Still the same hair and brash lipstick but she’d toned down the eye make-up. Although she was wearing jeans and a turtleneck jumper, her figure was noticeably more rounded. Still the same perfume, though. Desire flared
