FORTY
"What sort of jewellery goes with that?" Jason asked in what he hoped was a casual tone, nodding at the red dress Phuong would wear in his fantasies forever. Well, where she wore anything, of course.
"I have just the thing," the shop assistant said, her eyes shining. She reached into a glass cabinet and snagged a necklace made of white beads, coated in something shiny that made them look like pearls.
Jason reached for the price tag. No way those were pearls. Plastic, maybe.
He glanced at Phuong. He recognised the blank expression – his sister, Jo, did it well. With Jo, it meant that he had to stop what he was doing, right now, or the moment they were alone she'd rip him a new one, and he'd add one more thing to the mysterious list of What Not To Do Around Women Unless You Want
