‘Um hi,’ Seth shakes MrsRamirez’shand.
‘Hello, again.’ Anders says, leaning in to kiss Seth on the cheek, much to hissurprise.
‘What are you doing here?’ I ask. ‘How did you even know I was here?’ I look up to the nearby Rockefeller Center. ‘Did you see us out of thewindow?!’
‘I just saw you onEvenings with Craig andDiane.’
‘You watch it?’ Anders pulls a face and then leans over to whispers in my ear. ‘Bad taste in TV. Deal-breaker?’
‘I told you it has an audience!’ MrsRamirezadds.
‘I don’t watch it. One of the other writers atSunday Night Livewatches it religiously though. He ran into my office and told me youwereon.’
‘Oh!’
Seth shoves his hands in his pockets. ‘I wanted to tell you something. I’ve been thinking about it all day and then when I saw you on Craig and Diane I raced over here to see if I could catch youintime.’
‘Give us a second,’ I say to Anders and Mrs Ramirez, indicating that Seth should come and stand by me near a tree. I have a feeling that whatever he’s about to say – good, or bad – is not something I want anyone else to hear. And definitely not if he’s about to tell me about a certain intimatecontusion.
‘Hey,’ Seth grins, when we’re out of earshot of Anders and Mrs Ramirez. ‘Nicefannypack.’
‘Hey!’ I say lightly, trying not to look at him with total heart eyes because my whole body ispingingin his presence. ‘In England we call it abumbag.’
We smile at each other like a pair ofidiots.
‘So… I kind of just wanted to say—’ Sethbegins
And then my phone rings. It occurs to me to ignore it, but it could be Birdie calling me back. Or it could be someone who’s just seen me on TV and has Chuck intelligence. Terri promised to direct all calls to my mobile. But then I did just swear on her show so maybe she’s no longer so keen tohelp.Damn.
‘Just a sec!’ I say, grabbing my phone from my bumbag. ‘Hello!’
‘Hello,’ comes a man’s voice. It’s American and self-possessed. ‘Is this OliveBrewster?’
‘Yes,’ I say, my breath catching in my throat. ‘Who is this?’Iask.
But I don’t even know why I’m asking. Because I already know who it is. Something inside me justknows. That this, right here on the phone, is the man I came to NewYorkfor.
This is Birdie’s BigSexyLove.
This isChuck.
‘It’s Chuck. Chuck Allen,’ the smooth voice responds, confirming what my heart already knew. ‘I hear you’ve been lookingforme?’
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@ElissaJohnson
That’s the key thief/pervert on Craig and Diane! The @NYPD told me she was back in the UK. They #lied! I am soupset.
@ElissaJohnson
She just cursed on live TV! My six-year-old Amber heard it! #fuming
@AmyBNYC to@ElissaJohnson
I didn’t know youhadkids!
