Free Summer Fling by Billie Rae Page A

hand, her
glowing face framed with black. “Why not,” she said. Smiling, she
winked at Donna, who took the brush and placed it on the table.
    “Come on, we’re going to be late.”
    Donna had only lived in Blenheim for two
years and prior to that had lived in Christchurch most of her life.
She knew a lot of people around what had once been her home town,
and tonight she was dying to introduce Lorraine to all her
friends.
    The guys will just love her ,
Donna thought as she studied Lorraine’s pretty face. She had
beautiful blue eyes with long black eyelashes and shapely eyebrows.
She had high cheek bones, a perfect nose, rosy red lips and a white
smile. To Donna, she was almost perfect. She tried to think about
who would be a good match for her best friend but came up blank.
Nobody was good enough for Lorraine. She deserved someone
special.
    Donna already had her man. Tony Pascal
was tall, part Italian, with crystal clear blue eyes and a thick,
deep voice. He was totally devoted to Donna and visited her as
often as possible while she was in Blenheim.
    When Donna tried to think of all of
Tony’s friends (which were many), she couldn’t think of one that
would suit Lorraine.
    She needed someone like Tony, but blond
– Lorraine went crazy over blond men.
     
    “There you go, girls,” Lisa said as she
stopped the car near the town square.
    “Thanks.” Donna slipped from the car and
Lorraine followed.
    “So, where’s this boyfriend of yours?”
Lorraine asked. She had met Tony twice before, but never in
Christchurch.
    “He said he’d be here at six,” Donna
said, looking at her watch. “We’ve got twenty minutes.”
    “Where does he live?” Lorraine
asked.
    “Main South Road in Hornby,” Donna said
a she gazed about them. “He shares a house with another guy,
Scott.” She smiled. “Come on, let’s go see him.”
    “Huh?” Lorraine followed Donna’s
swishing skirt to the glass double doors of a picture theatre. It
was obvious that the movie had already started as only a few people
milled around outside. “Donna, where are you going?”
    Donna smiled. “In here. Come on, follow
me.” She led Lorraine up a set of dark stairs.
    “Are we allowed in here?” Lorraine asked
in a low voice.
    “No, silly. Shut up.” Donna climbed
another small flight of stairs, even darker than the first, and
knocked on a red door.
    “Who is it?” A deep, male voice sounded
muffled through the wooden panel.
    “Scotty, it’s Donna.”
    A small panel in the door slid back but
Lorraine was unable to see the face on the other side.
    “Shit, girl, you’ll get killed if you
get caught up here. What are you doing here?”
    “You sound pleased to see me,” Donna
replied.
    All Lorraine could see was Donna’s
backside and a small shaft of light that floated past the side of
her head. But the voice on the other side sounded friendly and
inviting, even though he was surprised they were there.
    “Hey, I am pleased to see you. Tony told
me you were in town. I should have expected this, huh? Where is
he?”
    “We’re just going to meet him now,”
Donna said.
    “We?”
    “Yeah—uh—sorry, Scott. I’ve got a friend
staying with me. This is Lorraine.” Donna giggled. “You probably
can’t see her but that’s because my fat head’s in the way. She’s
there. Say hi, Scott.”
    Lorraine heard a rumble of laughter from
within. “Hi, Lorraine,” he parroted. “Tell your friend here I’ll
get shot if I get caught.”
    “Thanks, Scotty.” Donna took a step
back. “I get the message.”
    “See you later,” Scott said as they
turned and raced back down the stairs to the safety of the
foyer.
    “I guess that’s Tony’s flatmate,”
Lorraine said.
    “Sure is,” Donna replied as she lowered
her frame into a chair by the door.
    “He sounds old,” Lorraine said as she
recalled his voice. It had been soft, yet deep and cheerful.
    Donna laughed. “Wait ‘til you see him,”
she said.
    From that, Lorraine expected a