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crossly. ‘There’s plenty more fish in the sea. And you can do far better than a toad like him. Can’t she, girls?’
    ‘Mind you, you might have to kiss a few more frogs before you meet your Prince Charming,’ teased Janice.
    ‘Oh, God,’ said Kirsty, putting a hand to her throat and pulling a face. ‘Don’t even talk about kissing him. It makes me feel quite queasy.’
    The others roared with laughter and Kirsty felt marginally better. She reminded herself that there was nothing wrong with her. Rather it was her date who had the problem.
    She tried to brush it off lightly, but it was a blow to her confidence. All that getting ready – what a waste of time. She could’ve been sitting at home with a tub of Häagen-Dazs watching re-runs of House. She sighed and took a very long slug of wine.
    After a few moments, when the hilarity had died down, Kirsty said, ‘What about everyone else? What about your resolution, Janice? You never did say what your project was going to be.’
    ‘I’m going to get some new equipment for the gym and get this tummy back in shape,’ said Janice, patting her enviable, almost-flat, abdomen. Kirsty instinctively tightened her stomach muscles and sat up straighter. And tried not to glance at Clare, who at a size fourteen was the biggest of them all.
    ‘Sure, there’s not a pick on you,’ said Patsy. ‘You don’t need to be worrying about losing weight. Not like me.’ She looked down at her boobs, which appeared even bigger than usual under the fluffy jumper, and frowned.
    And for a fleeting moment Kirsty thought that Janice’s resolution seemed a little vacuous. With all the money and time Janice had at her disposal, surely she could do something more worthwhile, more rewarding? Like charity work, for example. Then she blushed, ashamed of her tendency to judge others.
    ‘I have to exercise or I would get fat,’ argued Janice andthen added quickly, changing the subject, ‘Now, Patsy, tell us all about the safari…’
    Liam was still awake, reading a set of company accounts, when Clare got home. She threw herself on the mink-coloured bedspread beside him, fully clothed, her high-heeled boots still on her feet. The smile on Clare’s face had been fixed there for the last hour and a half. Her facial muscles ached with the effort and yet she could not stop grinning.
    Liam looked up and smiled. His chest was bare; he never wore anything in bed, even now in the depths of winter. ‘Good night?’
    ‘The best! You will not believe what happened.’
    Liam laid his papers to rest on the bedside table. ‘Tell me.’ Unusually, for a man, Liam took vicarious pleasure in the gossip she invariably brought back from a night out.
    Clare threw herself onto her back, stared at the ceiling, and marvelled at her good fortune. ‘Something wonderful, Liam. Something absolutely wonderful.’ There was a pause. Clare turned her head to look at him. ‘Janice has just gone and offered me a studio to paint in. And – wait ‘til you hear the best bit – it’s completely rent-free.’
    Liam frowned and said, ‘Really?’
    ‘I know, it’s amazing, isn’t it?’ She went on to explain all about Keith’s old office.
    When she’d finished, Liam said, ‘That’s certainly a very generous offer.’
    ‘It is, isn’t it?’
    ‘You didn’t accept, of course.’
    Immediately Clare felt her hackles rise. It was a win-win arrangement between friends. What on earth could go wrong? And what possible objection could Liam have to the proposal? She raised herself up on one elbow, facing him, and said, ‘Of course I accepted.’
    Liam whistled air through his teeth and said, ‘I’m not sure we should, Clare.’
    ‘What do you mean, “we”?’ snapped Clare. ‘She offered the studio to me.’
    ‘But Keith doesn’t know a thing about it, does he? He might not agree.’
    ‘Janice wouldn’t have made the offer if she wasn’t sure he’d be okay about it.’
    ‘All the same, I don’t feel