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Chasing Daisy

Chasing Daisy

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Autoren: Paige Toon
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you know? Why? How did he find out? How did you two end up talking about it?’ Her voice is rising more with each question.
    ‘Listen, it’s okay,’ I say sympathetically. ‘I just guessed after seeing the way you were with Catalina. And all those times you weren’t around when we were staying in the same room.’
    ‘Was I really that obvious?’ she asks worriedly.
    ‘Only to me,’ I reply.
    ‘What about Luis?’
    ‘He saw you coming out of Simon’s room in the early hours of the morning when we were in Italy filming that advert.’
    I go on to explain how Luis and I both ended up figuring out how the other person knew. ‘He won’t tell another soul, I know he won’t.’
    ‘You sound very sure,’ she says, half warily, half hopefully.
    ‘I am sure,’ I tell her. ‘I trust him.’
    ‘Okay.’
    ‘So are you still seeing him?’ I ask.
    She nods guiltily. ‘And I know what you must think, especially considering I gave you such a hard time over Laura at the beginning.’
    I don’t answer.
    ‘But I really like him,’ she continues. ‘I know he’s a lot older than me, but he’s just so much more worldly than the boys I’ve been out with in the past, and, underneath that serious exterior, he’s a really kind and gentle man.’
    So kind that he’s cheating on his wife. . .
    ‘I do feel bad about Catalina,’ she adds.
    I take a sip of my wine.
    ‘I do!’ she insists. ‘But she’s such a bitch and they don’t get on.’
    ‘So why doesn’t he divorce her?’ I ask.
    She looks down at the table. ‘He said it would cost him too much money. They don’t have a pre-nup,’ she explains.
    I nod. I don’t really understand, but what can you do?
    ‘I know you must think it sounds dodge, dodge, dodge, but . . . Oh, I don’t know.’
    ‘Where do you see it going?’ It’s a question I’ve been wondering for some time.
    ‘I don’t know.’ Her shoulders slump dejectedly. ‘I’m trying not to get too. . . attached to him. Just in case.’
    ‘And what about your job? You love working for the team.’
    ‘He’s not going to fire me!’ She frowns.
    ‘I’m not saying he’d do that, but if it all ended, could you keep working for him?’
    ‘Maybe not,’ she admits. ‘But I guess I’ll deal with that if I have to.’
    ‘Aren’t you worried about Catalina finding out?’ I ask.
    ‘Every day. She almost did in Hockenheim.’
    ‘Really?’
    ‘She wasn’t going to come to that race at first, so Simon booked my room next to his, and then she did come and it was a total surprise to me.’
    ‘Were you in his bedroom?’
    ‘Oh no, he told me she was coming the day before, but I was a bit peeved, to be honest. He had to make it up to me in the directors’ suite. . .’
    She smirks and I feel a bit queasy.
    ‘Anyway,’ she continues, ‘Catalina came in when we were finishing up . . .’ Sorry, but ew ! ‘. . . and luckily just thought I was there to iron . . . What? What are you looking like that for?’
    I must be pulling quite a face because Holly has stopped mid-sentence. ‘It just seems a bit weird to me,’ I say.
    ‘What? What seems weird?’ She’s confused.
    ‘You and Simon.’ I’m still screwing my nose up, I can’t help it.
    ‘Why?’
    ‘Well, he’s just so. . . middle-aged.’
    ‘He’s not middle-aged!’ she says hotly. ‘Well, okay,’ she concedes, ‘he is, but he doesn’t seem it.’
    ‘I just. . . Sorry.’ I flap my hand and look away.
    ‘No, tell me,’ she urges. ‘What?’
    I lean in and look at her. ‘Do you actually fancy him?’
    ‘Of course I do!’
    ‘So it’s not just the money?’
    ‘No!’ She looks horrified – and a little annoyed. Am I taking this too far? ‘It’s him. There’s something about him. Sorry if you can’t see it,’ she says petulantly.
    ‘Catalina obviously sees it, too,’ I say.
    ‘Now she is in it for the money,’ Holly snaps.
    ‘And she’s going to end up with quite a bucketload if he ever divorces her.’
    ‘If he ever does,’ she says sadly.
    I’m vaguely curious as to how Holly and Simon got together in the first place, but the thought of him coming on to her, of him sticking his tongue down her throat . . . God knows how I’ll feel if I spot him here, going into the bathroom with his boxer shorts on. I shudder and change the subject.
    ‘So what time do we fly out to Italy on Wednesday?’
    The next Grand Prix is at Monza, Italy, and it’s Sunday night now so I only have a couple of days to

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