Sophie Kinsella's Shopaholic 5-Book Bundle
“We went on from the Royalton to someplace for dinner, and I drank even more there—and I can't even remember getting back to the hotel. Thank God I don't have an interview today. To be honest, I could quite happily spend the whole day in bed with Luke.
Except that Luke is already up, sitting by the window, talking grimly into the phone.
“OK, Michael. I'll talk to Greg today. God knows. I have no idea.” He listens for a bit. “That may be the case. But I'm not having a second deal collapse on us.” There's a pause. “Yes, but that would put us back—what, six months? OK. I hear what you're saying. Yes, I will. Cheers.”
He puts down the receiver and stares tensely out of the window, and I rub my sleepy face, trying to remember if I packed any aspirin.
“Luke, what's wrong?”
“You're awake,” says Luke, turning round, and gives me a quick smile. “Did you sleep well?”
“What's wrong?” I repeat, ignoring him. “What's wrong with the deal?”
“Everything's fine,” says Luke shortly, and turns back to the window.
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