James wasn’t quite sure why, but he found himself asking for a date, a date she duly accepted and after their sixth he finally got her between the sheets. Anne was about as unadventurous as Bridget had been adventurous. In time she started talking about marriage and children, James thought that maybe this was just what he needed at that point in his life. He was coming up thirty-eight and Anne would fit comfortably in to the new circles he was moving into. And besides there would always be the odd w***e to satisfy his more demanding needs. So, rashly, over the croissants and fresh brewed coffee he proposed. Anne accepted and six months later she became the third Mrs Forsyth.
She moved into the penthouse and totally redecorated. James would come home to find men painting the hall, or hangi
