Two chapters down, eight to go. Phew. When will Larissa and Nick have sex? Chapter 3? Later? It seems a long way off - but then again, you can never tell with these crazy young things. They need to chill out and be civil over a nice round of mini golf at the Brett Heady Family Fun Centre. Or they need to wet a line. Hard to be as cross as a frog in a sock when you're fishing. Stay tuned for the opening salvo later this week of Chapter 3 in Rottnest Romance, the only Bills and Moon romance novel set on the beautiful island paradise that is Rotto.
“I’ll grant there are similarities between us, but not as many as you fondly imagine.”
He looked amused at that. “I’m not fondly imagining anything.”
“We’re both businesspeople, yes, but we differ a great deal in how we do our business.”
“Right. I pillage the environment without a care, whereas you wouldn’t harm a blade of grass.”
Leave, Larissa thought. Leave now, before you say something you’ll really regret.
She threw her napkin on the table. “I’m not going to be patronized or insulted any longer,” she informed them in the most civil tone she could manage.
He looked momentarily surprised, but then fixed her with a narrow-eyed look. “Storming out in a huff because you’re losing the argument? I thought you might be made of stronger stuff than that.”
Several answers came to her. After a moment she chose what she thought was the most dignified response.
“I’m quite prepared to debate our differences, but as I said I’m not going to sit here and be insulted. I’ll leave you two to enjoy your meal,” She rose from her chair.
He leant back in his and spoke in a gentler, quieter voice. “Come on Larissa – surely it isn’t worth storming out at the cost of not finishing your meal. Please, sit down again.”
“And have myself subjected to more abuse?”
“No, not at all,” he said with a smile. “No-one’s abusing anyone.”
“We disagree there, along with everything else.’
He sighed, and shrugged again. “This is completely unnecessary.”
“I won’t bother you any more. Have a pleasant time on Rottnest, as I’m sure I won’t be seeing you again. And do enjoy your meal,” she added, with a harsh edge to her voice.
She turned away, and made her way through the tables. From the corner of her eye she saw that a few curious looks were directed at her.
As she passed the group of people still waiting for a table she felt a hand pluck at her sleeve.
She turned to see who it was. It was Mrs Squire – again. Was the pesky woman following her, for heaven’s sake?
“What was going on there, Larissa?” she enquired eagerly. “Were you having an argument with that nice man of yours?”
It was too much for her. She gave the gossipy woman a laser-like stare, and hissed, “Oh, go away! It’s none of your business!” And with that she strode out of the restaurant without looking back.
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