On the Edge [= Dead Gorgeous]

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Smiling serenely in the September sun, Rose Bell strolled along Regent Street. Mentally she was miles away, having her husband neutered like the cat. So she ignored the woman who rushed out of Swan & Edgar’s making a beeline for the kerb to hail a taxi.

The woman stopped suddenly and spun around. ‘Hey, when did they let you out?’

Rose blinked. She registered that the woman was blonde and about her own age. A mink coat was slung casually over her shoulders. It was in beautiful condition, practically screaming out to be touched. Their eyes locked.

Rose thought, I know her, but who is she?

Penetrating eyes. Intense green. Jungle green.

Antonia Ashton.

Ack-Ack.

The service nickname struck an odd note in peacetime 1946, but those eyes were unmistakable. In Fighter Command they’d started more scrambles than the siren.

‘I can’t believe it!’

Antonia came right up to her and grasped her arm.

‘We’ve got to sit down and talk, darling. We can’t just pass each other in the street.’

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