‘Connie.’ He took a step towards her. She shook her head and tried to press herself into the wall. ‘Please,’ she said, her voice tight. ‘I n...eed . . . I need to get dressed.’ ‘Connie, you—we—can’t keep running away like this. We have to talk.’ He kept his voice even and comforting as he stood before her. ‘What’s to talk about?’ Her shoulders slumped. Now that he’d seen it, he’d never be interested in her again, she was sure. It’s good we’re only pretending, she thought. If it had been for real. " Hmm..." I said."Yes, well, there is also something else you should know before you get your motor humming." He sighed. "Well, before he went legit, the business my uncle was in was what we'd call 'adult entertainment' these days." Really? Are you trying to tell me your dear old uncle did skin flicks?" I paused. "And this is supposed to discourage me how?" He was a producer. Although he did a few when he was just starting out." Anyone I might have heard of?" I asked curiously."Ever hear of the. “Good,” she’d beamed, and bought one in every colour.Dinner with Jeff had been awkward. He’d arrived home to find her putting the finishing touches on a roast pork, wearing a pastel-pink sweater and a G-string to match. She’d thought that if he didn’t comment on her choice of underwear, he’d at least say something about the heels, but he’d just gone red and mumbled his appreciation as she carved him a slice.“How was the date?” she asked.“Hmmm?”“Weren’t you at coffee with that girl from the. At one point she'd knocked a folderfull of files onto the floor and Noah had jumped like a scalded cat.Something was wrong, she decided, and later, after Noah had gone to bed,she asked Robert about it."What d'you mean?" he asked, looking up from his mobile, not at allsurprised that his wife had picked up on it. Certainly, she rarely missedanything, but Noah had been rather highly strung that evening. He may aswell have been wearing a sign around his neck. "I hadn't noticed." He wasn't.