“It was so nice meeting you,” Flotsam says, moving away.

“So nice,” Jetsam echoes and they’re gone.

I goggle my eyes at Amelia.

“Told yah. And thanks for the shot—I needed it to survive that.”

“We can move on to less juvenile drinks.” I do an impression of Flotsam’s shrill voice and pass Amelia her martini. She grabs the glass and turns around so quickly, her drink sloshes on the bar.

“Hey, careful. You’re spilling your drink.”

“He’s here,” Amelia hisses.

“The kisser? Where?”

“Two tall guys at the door, he’s the one on the right.”

“Who, David Beckham doppelgänger in a suit?”

“He’s not David Beckham’s doppelgänger!”

“Mmm, I bet he wouldn’t look too bad in an underwear ad.”

“You’re the worst. Next time, you’re staying at home. What’s he doing?”

“Looking around… as if he’s searching for something, and… he’s found it!”

“How do you know he’s found it?”

“Because he’s coming over here.”

I watch David Beckham whisper something to his friend before moving decidedly in our direction. I turn around to face the bar as Amelia’s already doing.

“What? Talk to me so he’ll have to go away.”

“Nope. You’ll have to talk to him. And I’ll be here discreetly listening to all you guys say.”

“You’re the worst friend ever; you were supposed to come here to…”

“Amelia?” A deep voice coming from behind us interrupts her babbling.

“Dylan,” she says coldly, turning around to face him.

I make myself as small and inconspicuous as possible while I hang onto their every word.

“I wanted to talk to you about what happened yesterday.”

“Good. I’m glad you came here to apologize.”

“Apologise? Why should I apologise? You’re the one who slapped me. You should apologise.”

“You deserved the slap. You stole my account, you made me cry, and then you kissed me!”

“And tell me you didn’t like it.”

Even though I’m not watching them, I sense he’s moved forward, nailing Amelia against the bar. The guy’s bold. I like him.

“Of course I didn’t like it.” She’s trying to have an indignant-professional tone, but she’s achieving more of a meowing-kitten one.

“So why did you kiss me back?”

“I didn’t.” There’s a moment of silence before Amelia crumbles. “Okay, it was an instinctive reaction. I didn’t expect you to kiss me. Why did you kiss me?”

“I’ve wanted to kiss you since the first day you set foot inside the office.”

“But you’ve never said anything before.”

“You’ve never been single before.”

I don’t hear Amelia’s comeback as I get distracted by a guy next to me.

“Hi, I’m Richard Stratton. I’m supposed to keep you entertained while my mate Dylan chats Amelia up.”