Chapter Twenty Nine
'We have to leave.' Tarquin looked solemn, his hands clasped like he was praying over his immaculate navy suit. My eyes flitted between him and Donna. She wore a Holly Golightly style hat and a ridiculously over the top fifties style dress. They were either headed to an ostentatious celebrity funeral or a fancy dress party.
I stood there shirt half buttoned, Rhett crouched in front of me, still holding the fabric, the two of them having ambushed us.
'What's happened?' Rhett stood up, his back muscles rippling as he moved towards Tarquin to get the low down. I could have happily stood there all day, imagining myself nibbling on his taut, sinewy muscles. Hubba fricking hubba.
'Are we talking to him Sammy dearest?' Tarquin shot to me, hand on his hip. 'The last we h
