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“He’s gorgeous,” came Emma’s verdict, half an hour later, “and charming.”
She grabbed hold of Lisa’s arm and gave it a squeeze. That was pretty much the universal verdict on Gabe Thomas, Lisa thought happily. She felt suddenly bereft. He had left them and gone back to his hotel with a promise to text Lisa tomorrow morning.
“He said he’s my boyfriend,” Lisa slurred happily, a dreamy look on her face.
“He’ll be your fiancé next,” teased Ruth, a twinkle in her eye. “It’s about time I had a niece or a nephew.”
“We’ve only just met,” protested Lisa. “You’ll scare him off.”
Emma ordered another round of drinks, which Lisa eyed, queasily.
“When I have my first child, will you be their Godmother,” slurred Emma, wrapping her tanned arms around Lisa.
“Ahhh, course I will, I would love to.
