put her mug of tea down and went to open the door. Amy sprung into the room like a Special Ops commando looking for enemy soldiers.
âAre you okay?â
Sarah rolled her eyes. âOf course Iâm okay.â
âWhen I didnât turn up last night I thought you might have done something stupid, like pick up some random guy from the bar.â
Sarah blushed.
Amyâs eyes widened. â You didnât .â
âNot exactly.â Sarah looked away.
Amy took her by the arm and dragged her to the couch. âWhat do you mean, not exactly .â
âI spoke to Owen Black last night.â
âOwen? The hot bar manager?â
âYeah. I left my tampons at The Blue Saloon the other night and he returned them to me.â
âYou left your what , where ?â
Sarah wrinkled her nose. âLong story, but just cutting it short, he came and sat with me and ââ
âHe sat with you?â
Sarah felt herself blush again. âAre you going to repeat everything I say?â
Amy tilted her head so she could look down her nose. âWas he chatting you up? He was, wasnât he?â
Sarah raised her chin and schooled her tone to rational.
âHe was very flirtatious but, no, he was not chatting me up. In fact, the exact opposite. We decided that we were not romantically compatible.â
âWho decided that? You or him?â
âDoes it matter?â
âA great deal.â
âI canât remember.â Sarah frowned stubbornly. âThe point is, he was actually quite helpful with going through my potentials on Soulmate.com .â
Amy snorted. âWhat would he know about long-term relationships?â
âWell, thatâs what I thought initially,â Sarah agreed. âBut it turns out he was married once and he has a thirteen-year-old daughter who he cares a lot about and ââ
âHow long were you talking to this guy?â Amy gaped at her.
âAbout an hour.â
Amy slapped her palm to her head. âYou have the hots for him, donât you? Heâs got under your skin.â
â No .â Sarah was horrified.
âDo you know how dangerous this guy is?â
âOf course I know.â
âThat man will break your heart faster than a stone through a window.â
Sarah squeezed her arm to hush her. âItâs not what you think. Weâve just decided to be friends.â
Amy smirked. âI donât think Owen Black has friends who are women.â
âActually, he admitted that,â Sarah conceded. âBut Iâm not going to let it prejudice me. He seemed rather jaded, like he could use a low-pressure relationship in his life.â
âHoney, thatâs not your responsibility and youâre deluding yourself if you think you can play with fire and not get burned.â
âI donât have the hots for Owen Black,â Sarah announced crossly and stood up. With arms folded protectively over her chest, she walked back to the kitchen. âIn fact, I asked someone else out last night.â
â Get out .â
Sarah grinned as she picked up her tea again. âHis name is Tom Beresford and heâs an accountant from South Perth.â
Amy gasped. âHe was at The Blue Saloon as well? Why didnât you tell me that to start with?â
âNo, he was on Soulmates.com. Owen thought heâd be perfect for me.â
âOh, well then he must be,â Amy retorted with heavy sarcasm.
âHe is.â Sarah lifted her chin defensively. âI can show you his profile.â
She went to her handbag to withdraw her iPad but when she turned it on she saw that an email had already come through. âOh wow. Heâs responded.â
âReally?â Amy stood up.
Sarah clicked on her mail file and opened the message. She read the words out loud. âDear Sarah, thanks for your email. You seem like a really nice person. I wouldlove to catch up