It had been Simon at the door and much as she would have rather rolled around with Johnny a little more it was nice to have time with a friend – quiet time without worrying about prying eyes and camera flashes.
‘That Johnny Sloan is back in town, and getting his male juices all over you… so to speak.’
‘His male juices,’ she smiled, handing Simon his tea. ‘He’ll like that.’
‘So it is true,’ Simon gasped. ‘I knew it. I knew it had to be when I saw Josie Richmond’s face at the shop this morning. It was quite a picture. How on earth did that happen? Please, you must tell me everything.’
‘There’s nothing really to tell,’ she said, sliding up onto the couch after pouring her own tea.
‘Nothing to tell, please,’ Simon shook his head. ‘I don’t believe it for a second, this is Johnny Sloan! The
