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    I GOT IT WRONG SAM

    “She didn’t say any more than that?”  Jay plonked himself on the corner of her desk.

    “No, now I need to get on Jay.”

    “Ok Miss Frosty Knickers,” Jay walked back to his own desk.

    Just thinking about Frankie made her feel guilty about what she had done, she had been so blinded by what had gone before and the traumatic loss of Frankie that her reappearance and her persistence had almost cost her the only relationship she had felt truly loved in and had truly loved the person back.  Sam was still hurting she could hear it sometimes in her voice and on the date she seemed a little awkward.  Cat was scared that Sam would find it too painful to try to get back what they had.  After all they had had a wonderful holiday together and she had still allowed Frankie to get into her head then her bed after they got back and after Sam had felt secure in the knowledge they were rock solid.  Cat’s mobile went and she noticed it was Sam,  She picked it up and turned away from the office. ” Hi Sam,” she could feel the tightening in her throat and the flutter in her stomach as Sam spoke to her.

    “Morning Darling, listen I have tickets for a small live band performance, one of my colleagues brothers is just getting a foot on the ladder in the music business and he has a gig.  The music’s good a bit like Bruce Springsteen and Queen rolled into one band.  They write their own stuff.  There are only about 200 people going thought we could go and make a bit of a night of it a few drinks and something to eat, it’s tomorrow if you fancy it?” She could hear the nervousness in Sam’s voice but she was hiding it as best as she could.  “Of course I’ll come sweetheart,” she sounded too eager she thought but then she heard a sigh of relief down the phone, “I’ll pick you up at eight then, love you Cat.”

    “Me too.”  She looked round to see Jay was now parked on the corner of her desk again with that grin on his face that needed no words, but meant, come on then spill.  Her face flushed from the roots of her hair down to the collar of her blouse and she felt hot and embarrassed that he had listened in to her conversation.  “Well.”

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