He wasn’t going to let this go. Maybe if she promised to discuss it properly when she got home. She decided it was worth a try.
Okay it had been worth a try, but obviously a non-starter. With a large slug of wine for Dutch courage and several deep breathes she replied, carefully.
No, she didn’t want him to call, to talk. She wanted to hide her immaturity and this stupid situation behind the anonymity of text so replied hastily.
Her computer alerted her to the arrival of an email and when she checked it she smiled as she realised that the email contained some photos from the shoot so far and as she skimmed the shots even she could see she had lost some weight, only a little, but enough that it was noticeable. She selected half a dozen of the best ones and forwarded them to Jim before his reply came.
Chapter 22
By the time Pippa and Lizzie appeared the following morning Tasha was already eating a breakfast of muesli and tea.
“Morning,” she called to the two girls as she passed them each a glass of orange juice.
“You look like your old self.” Lizzie smiled.
“Less of the old, but yes I am. Maybe it was jet lag or that I was missing your dad, but we had a good chat last night, well a good text and I feel much better,” replied Tasha and realised that she really did.
“That sounds seriously lame, Tash.” Pippa grimaced. “You have only been away from each other for a week. The old guy must be really good.” Her grimace turned into a cheesy grin at her older sister.
