The Way to a Man’s Heart
BY GINNY SWART TESS let out a huge sigh. “I just wanted to forget about the past six months and get on with my life,” she said to her friend Andrea. “Next time I get involved with a man I’m going to make sure he’s got a proper job and a reliable car. And I’m not even going to smile at a good-looking guy. They’re all so arrogant.”
Tess couldn’t believe how she’d fallen for Paul’s smooth charm. He’d just flown back to England, leaving her his rusting old sedan instead of the three months’ rent he owed.
“Forget men. You need to get out and do something creative,” Andrea said firmly. “Why not find out about evening painting classes?”
“Good idea,” Tess said. “Shall I make us some supper? Anger gives me an appetite.”
She boiled some spaghetti and opened a can
