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Where were her pants? It was Wednesday and ‘Wild Wednesday’ pants had a picture of a cowgirl waving a lasso on the front of them. Freya Johnson rifled through the top drawer of the wooden dresser, continuing the search. She had found ‘Sexy Sunday’ and ‘Funky Friday’ but no ‘Wild Wednesday’. She really didn’t have time for this pants dilemma today. She sighed, gave up the search and opted for a plain black pair.
‘Hey, is it not “Wild Wednesday”?’ her fiancé, Nicholas Kaden remarked. He entered their bedroom and playfully hit her behind with the towel he had been using to dry his hair. He was fresh from the shower and still wet. Freya licked her lips and then restored the frown to her face.
‘Have you seen them? Has Willis been through my knicker drawer again?’
Willis was their black and white cat. He liked weird stuff.
‘Hmm, maybe. Did you never think that Willis and I might be in league together? A pact to ensure you’re panty-less for longer?’ Nicholas asked her. He was grinning. Here they called it a ‘shit-eating’ grin. Back in the UK, she’d called it a smug-arse face. He still managed to look gorgeous.
‘I could believe that of you but not of sweet little Willis,’ Freya responded as she put a cream, short-sleeved top over her head and picked up a pair of black trousers from the floor.
‘Sweet little Willis? The same cat who, when he isn’t doing his business in my shoes, is scratching the hell out of the sofa,’ Nicholas reminded her as he continued to dry himself off.
‘He’s just adjusting, you know, marking his territory. A bit like we did when we first arrived here,’ Freya spoke, smiling. They’d just about marked every room. In fact, they’d broken the coffee table.
‘I don’t remember crapping in anyone’s shoes.’
‘You really don’t remember the house-warming party, do you?’ Freya said, running a brush through her blonde hair and checking her reflection in the mirror.
‘I remember you trying to get all our neighbours to play drinking games with you.’
‘But it wasn’t me who suggested playing naked Twister. That was Brian and he’s not going to be invited to the next gathering.’
Nicholas laughed.
‘I’ve got Sadie Fox coming to see me today,’ Freya told him as she began to search around the bedroom for her shoes.
‘For a shoot?’
‘No, not yet. She wants to talk first, tell me in great detail how she likes things done. How did she put it? What she expects from her photographers,’ Freya replied.
‘Yeah well, don’t let her boss you around. She isn’t the only fashion designer interested in your work. You’re good and if she doesn’t realise then it’s her loss,’ Nicholas said. He chose a shirt from the wardrobe.
‘Boss me around? Do you really think she could?’ Freya questioned, finding one of her shoes under the bed.
‘No, I guess you’re right; forget I said anything.’
‘So, what are you doing today? Another day sat on the sofa calling it work?’ Freya asked him.
‘Hey, it is working. I was reading through a script,’ he reminded her.
‘“Hey, it is working, I was reading through a script.” Who are you trying to kid? Sitting watching the Hallmark channel with a jug of lemonade and a plate of nachos is not working,’ Freya said, laughing.
‘You’re just jealous,’ Nicholas said. He smiled, a nice one, not the smug-arse face.
‘Yes I am.’
‘Well, this morning, I’m going to see Mark Phillips about the autobiography. Then I was planning to go for a run because last night, someone persuaded me to take a shower with them instead of working out. I’ll need to do double today. Then I was going to sit and watch the Hallmark channel and read through the script,’ he said.
‘Is sex not a workout?’ Freya asked him, a grin on her face.
‘Last night probably was,’ he admitted, nodding.
‘So, you’re still undecided about the film then,’ Freya said, locating her other shoe under a pile of towels on the floor.
‘Yeah, still undecided.’
