Exclusive extract: Playing the Field, by Zoe Foster

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Exclusive extract: Playing the Field, by Zoe Foster

Friday, February 05, 2010

Exclusive extract: Playing the Field, by Zoe Foster

Frank blew Col a kiss and stepped into the car, and Josh, a look of surprise and amusement dancing across his face, bid Colette and me farewell with a wave and a smile, and stepped into the driver's seat.

'Wednesdaaaaaay!' Frank yelled as they pulled away.

'Too much, isn't he?' Colette said with finality, climbing into Mary.

'I think he's funny!' I wanted the topic of Frank to be over, so that I could launch into the topic of Adonis.

'Thinks he's a comedian.'

'Well, that's not so bad. Even you managed a few laughs.'

'So, get this, Jay. Frank's brother, Josh - PS how stu-pidly hot is he? - is some big football star, right, and he was one of the people who came and looked at that massive penthouse on River Parade. Must have some serious clams.'

Col had great difficulty understanding the confidentiality aspect of the real-estate agent's role.

'Frank works at News Limited as the publicity something-something. Reckons he can get us tickets to any event we want. You know, he'd have potential if he wasn't so full-on...'

I let her launch into her spiel on all the things Frank should change so that she could date him once before telling him she 'wasn't looking for anything just now'. As I half listened, my mind spun off to another dimension entirely: of all the siblings Col had sold a house to, and of all the days for me to pick her up, it was him. That shit simply doesn't happen unless you're meant to be together living on an island somewhere, deliriously in love, existing on coconuts and gently massaging SPF 30 onto each other's backs.

'Shame Josh has a girlfriend or we could've had a double date,' Col said as a verbal full stop to her soliloquy.

My fluttering, frenzied heart stopped cold.

'Really?' I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

'Mmm. Some model slashie TV bird. Been together for a couple of years, I think.'

Girlfriend. Model. Couple of years.

Computer says no.

'Ooh!' Col squealed. 'There's a park - quick! Good one.' She grabbed her handbag from the floor. 'The gods are smil-ing on us today, aren't they, Jay?'

No, I thought. Not really.

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