Knave of Hearts. Caroline Anderson

      She glared at Jake, and he shrugged and smiled.

      Ben shook his head. ‘Must be something wrong with your technique, old man.’

      ‘After all the practice he got in? No chance,’ Anne said drily, and then blushed furiously at the others’ laughter.

      She was rescued by the sudden bleeping of her pager.

      ‘Saved by the bell,’ Jake said with another chuckle, and, with a mumbled excuse, she fled.