When she walked in Gav stopped drinking mid-swallow. ‘That,’ he said, ‘is the most beautiful woman I’ve seen since…since those country chicks crashed my eighteenth.’
Des told him he was crazy on both counts.
‘No way. I’m going to marry this one. Tonight’s the night.’
‘I thought yesterday was the night.’
‘That was til tonight.’ He slid off his chair towards her but she made a bee-line for a guy in pin-stripes, and slung a lazy arm around his neck. Gav kept walking right out the front door as the boys hooted their approval. So far, he thought, being eighteen and a day was turning out nearly as good as being eighteen.
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