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quickly.
    ‘What a pity,’ he said as I hopped up, ‘because I think I just found Miss Right.’
    The dates after Sebastian passed in a blur and suddenly I found myself sitting in front of Daniel.
    ‘You speed date?’ I said.
    ‘No.’
    ‘But you’re here now.’
    A faint flush of red coloured his cheeks and he breathed out heavily, causing his glasses to fog up. He took them off to clean them and glanced over at me. I had never noticed how beautiful his eyes were; soft brown, framed by long, black lashes. They were normally so magnified by the coke-bottle-thick lenses that they looked out of proportion to the rest of his face. Like a goldfish.
    He placed the glasses back onto his nose and said, ‘I came to make sure you were okay.’
    ‘Oh.’ It was possibly the sweetest thing anybody had ever done for me.
    ‘You are, aren’t you?’
    ‘Yes, yes, I’m fine.’ I was frazzled by his comment. Why couldn’t I fall for somebody kind like Daniel? ‘What did you think of Bettina?’
    He shuddered and said, ‘She’s scary.’
    ‘Anybody else take your fancy?’
    ‘No,’ he said, but he blushed as he said it.
    Ohhhooohh. So there was someone here who Daniel thought was nice. I wondered who it was?
    ‘Change.’
    ‘See you later,’ I said hopping up. ‘Oh and Daniel…’
    ‘Yes?’
    ‘Thanks.’
     
    ***
     
    I had wanted to talk to Sebastian at the end of the evening, but he’d had some business he needed to attend to, which was a good thing, because the brazen hussy part of me was wishing
I
was the business he needed to attend to, while the psychologically-scarred part was blithering on about how it was stupid to be alone with someone I hardly knew. I probably would have appeared schizophrenic. It was best to let Trent investigate him first.
    Instead, I headed home to Cocoa, who had been by himself far too much over the last couple of nights, and took him for a quick walk around the block. I had a day excursion planned the next day, and had organised with Bruce to take Lancelot (Cocoa’s poodle boyfriend) with us on the long walk into town and around the Botanical Gardens.
    After we were both settled onto the couch I picked up the diary.
     
    Dear Diary,
    I know I’m meant to be filling up your pages with deep and meaningful thoughts, but the problem is, I don’t seem to have many of those. I’ve always been more of a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kind of gal. Perhaps that is my problem. Perhaps I need to think more deeply. But is that something you can learn or does it just come naturally to some people?
    I made progress tonight. I went speed dating – which meant I was surrounded by strangers – and I didn’t start blubbering. Baby steps: Today not blubbering in public, tomorrow the world.
    Although it’s not being in public that worries me… It’s the dark. It terrifies me. And to be totally honest, I don’t know if I’m ever going to get over that.
     
    ***
     
    ‘Here you go,’ I said, waving the list of possible love interests at Trent. Bob and Nathan looked up from the donut box they were raiding.
    ‘The first one’s not a love interest,’ I said, ‘but he’s running some type of scam. You need to look into him.’
    ‘Who is it?’ Trent asked.
    ‘Bert O’Sullivan.’
    He threw back his head and started laughing. ‘Bert O’Sullivan running a scam?’
    ‘He offered me access to his money on the understanding I’d have sex with him.’
    ‘I don’t see anything illegal in that,’ Nathan said as he wandered over.
    ‘It’s revolting.’
    ‘No law against being revolting,’ Trent said. ‘Anyway, Bert O’Sullivan is a textile billionaire. He probably just wants a young wife to look after him.’
    ‘And to bonk,’ Bob said around a mouthful of donut.
    Billionaire? I couldn’t even begin to imagine how much money that was.
    ‘Who else is on there?’ Nathan asked.
    ‘Daren Todd,’ I said.
    ‘Sandy blonde hair, rides a motorbike?’ Trent asked.
    I nodded my