There had always been a creative spark between them, but had their mixed messages made them miss the post?
BY JULIA DOUGLAS
Are you alright?” Jason asked quietly, glancing at her. “I’m fine,” Hannah hissed in a way that made him turn away with a sigh.
She was still furious from last night’s row, but this was no place to continue it.
Self-consciously she glanced across the small control room. The producer was gazing at them with concern.
Hannah forced a tight-lipped smile and the producer smiled back.
“If you’re both ready, I’ll take you through to Fabiana now.”
The producer slid aside a soundproof glass door that led to the radio studio.
Fabiana, the DJ, leapt up from behind her console. The lights gleamed on her black hair and pearly grin.
“Jason! So good to see you again!”
She pulled him into a tight hug.
Hannah’s cheeks burned. It was years since she’d been tortured by the sight of Jason and Fabiana in a clinch.
“And Hannah! You look amazing!”
Hannah knew that was a lie. She looked tired and pale. Especially next to the ever-exuberant Fabiana, whose clothes and make-up were more suited to a party than a radio show.
The producer showed them to their seats and adjusted their microphones. Fabiana slid forward a control, and a red “On Air” sign illuminated on the wall.
“Welcome back to Breakfast with Fabiana. It’s 8.03am on Valentine’s Day! Has the postman brought you any cards?
“No one knows more about Valentine cards than my next guests, Jason and Hannah, from the Boathouse Cards Company. So tell me, how did you two get into the greetings cards business?”
Jason leaned towards his microphone.
“Well, it all started when Hannah made me a birthday card.”
“Ooh, do tell me more, Hannah.” Fabiana smiled at her, expectantly.
Imagining millions of people listening, Hannah summoned some cheerfulness into her voice before she replied.
Six years earlier, Hannah walked with a fellow student called Theo up the path of a house booming with music.
“Are you sure he won’t mind a total stranger coming to his birthday party?”
“It’s a party!” Theo reassured her. “The more the merrier!”
He led her through the crush in the living room to where a man with russet curls was talking to a glamorous raven-haired woman.
“Jason, Fabiana!” Theo shouted above the music. “This is Hannah!”
Jason turned with a ready smile. As their eyes
