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Continued........


Marta and Amy were hard at work, making petit fours for a party .

'So how was your dinner last night?' said Amy, adding rum to some chocolate ganache.

'Not great.' replied Marta. 'Jamie was being moody, and one of Andrew's waitresses kept glowering at him.'

'Glowering at Andrew? Why? Was he pinching her tips?' Amy pretended to look shocked. 'Was he pinching her bum!'

'No,' Marta laughed, 'don't be silly. It was Jamie she was scowling at. Honestly Amy, she was very strange - she looked like Claudia Schiffer, but sounded like someone off Eastenders.'

'What's wrong with that?'

'She's from Morningside. Her father's a QC or a judge or something. Anyway, I asked Jamie why she was giving him the evil eye, and he said she'd tried to slip him her phone number when I went to the loo. He had to tell her he wasn't interested. Cheeky cow!'

Amy raised her eyebrows, but said nothing.

'And then, she accidentally tipped a huge bowl of seafood all over him. It was awful; his clothes were completely drenched in tomato sauce, clams, mussels.....'

'Ah, well' said Amy, 'you know what you call that, don't you?' She waited a moment for maximum effect. 'A shell suit!'

Marta laughed again. 'So then Andrew kindly sent Jamie upstairs to his flat to change. The thing is though......,' she hesitated, rolling some marzipan between her fingers, 'while he was away...' She tailed off, unsure if she should continue.

Amy looked up from mixing her chocolate. 'What?'

'Well, he'd taken everything out of his pockets....wallet, keys, phone etc, and left them on the table when he went to clean himself up....'

'And?'

'And,' Marta felt very guilty saying the words aloud, 'I couldn't help noticing that someone was constantly texting him. So I may have picked his phone up, just for a look......'