CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
‘Do you know what that four-eyed prat wanted to do?’ She laughed. ‘Go to the police.’
‘You’ve got to be joking,’ Guy replied, nuzzling Victoria’s neck. ‘Sounds like he wants to sour our day because he’s jealous.’
‘That’s what I told him,’ she said a little boisterous. ‘And when I threatened him with dad, he shut up like a clam. I let him know I was marrying a man, not a mouse like him. If he mentions it again I’ll tell him he’s too afraid to leave his own mother, let alone parachute out of an aeroplane.’
‘Well done, you Little Tiger.’ Guy nuzzled her neck again. ‘No one messes with our Vicky.’
She laughed and cuddled up to him.
They were sitting in a cosy booth at Botticelli’s waiting for their table, each nursing a glass of Sancerre. As it was Guy’s favourite Ita
