‘It might be a coincidence.’

‘In the last one I looked at him directly and he took the nearest thing in the shelf and pretended to be reading the label.’

‘What if he wanted to buy it?’

‘It was nail polish remover.’

‘It’s useful stuff.’

‘And he was groping the bras from the sale box while I looked at the bikinis.’

‘He might want one for his missus.’

Erin rolled her eyes. ‘Do yourself a favour, Adam. Never buy a girl a bra if she’s not there to try it on. Especially the ones on sale.’

He looked askance.

‘All right. He might want it for himself,’ he said.

That made her smile.

They watched the man surreptitiously for a while, an ave...

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