"What is your book about. And don't say a hotel!"
Jack looked up at the girl who was stood at the table. By sheer quirk of fate or maybe by design, his table for dinner was nearby the sexy septet on their long table. The pink stripes told Jack that it was Syd (the birthday girl) who had asked this particular question.
"I can't unfortunately." Jack explained. "You see the location in the title is an important part of the story."
He offered the book to Syd who sat opposite him as she perused the story.
"Are you enjoying your birthday?" Jack asked.
"I see Lily's introduced you to us all." Syd acknowledged with a grin. "Yes I am, thank you. A small group of us went to see a film this afternoon called 'That Fateful Night'. It's about a high school quarterback whose blinded in a car accident who finds love again after he's dumped by his girlfriend."
Syd moved closer and whispered privately to Jack.
"Don't tell anyone, but it made me cry, not all of it just the ending."
Jack promised he wouldn't, but already he was starting to wonder what she would look like with tears running down her cheeks.
The dessert course had started to arrive on her table so Syd handed the book back and returned to her friends. Presently Jack also received his dessert and started to eat, keeping - as he had done the entire meal - one very discreet eye on the girls.
In between finishing his dessert and getting his bill so he could sign it, Jack noticed that Ronny had left the party rather quickly. Once he had handed in his signed check, he got in the lift deliberately getting out on the first floor in case he caught a glimpse of her.
He was in luck. Ronny was sitting on the stairs that led to the suites her tablet resting on her skirt and hugging her booted legs. Something she was watching obviously distressed her as she gave an anguished cry of 'no, no, no!!' followed by several choice swear words.
Jack felt it necessary to ask if everything was alright. Ronny snapped her head up at