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Then I moved, uncrossed my legs, flicked my hand languorously through my long hair, showing him just the shadow of my outline against the darkening sky.

It worked. His peripheral vision turned him into a hunter again.

He crossed to the glass doors and stood on the threshold. His eyes found mine.

But then he looked around again, not sure. Could this woman really be the one from the site?

I liked that.

Softly, I called his name. ‘Simon …’

He looked back at me. Surprise, recognition, adjustment of expectations and then a secret delight that muscled itself all across his face in a big wide smile. Yes, this woman was real, yes, this woman wasn’t a freak and you know what, on even a first look, he felt he’d hit the jackpot.

I’d seen that kind of smile before, on the face of a stranger, here in California. To me, surprising. Men didn’t smile at me like that in London. Was the woman he saw really me? Every time I saw that smile, I smiled back.

I crossed my legs to bring my beautiful heels into view. Just as the outside lights went on.

Soft lights, of course, no pollution. If you scrunched up your eyes, you could just see the outlines of the hills. It must be getting cold out there.

Simon liked the view. He smiled again.

‘Please, sit down,’ I said. I enjoyed the slight formality. Maybe we should have a cup of tea. Or at least he should. He was going to have to drive.

We made a little light conversation. About the weather, about the beauty of Big Sur.

‘We used to play Monterey a few times,’ he said. ‘And Carmel, for more exclusive gigs …’ Oh yes, right. He said he used to be involved with the music industry.

The food came. It was excellent.

‘I’m a kitchen hand,’ I said. It wasn’t entirely true, but true enough for the moment.

He nodded. I invited him to share the gourmet avocado squares on my plate.

Extra points for not exclaiming that he couldn’t believe there was no meat in them. On the contrary, he made some knowledgeable comments about the flavour combinations. He could cook, he said. I believed it.