Freya North 3-Book Collection: Secrets, Chances, Rumours. Freya North
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‘I can't eat another thing,’ Tess said.
Seb leant back in his seat and looked at her. ‘Will you keep me company, then?’
How nice to be asked. Tess looked at the milky foam clinging to the coffee cup and nodded.
He talked with his mouth full. He was ravenous, slightly hyper, pronging his food a number of times before it stuck to the fork. He had mayonnaise on his chin. He made her laugh and he did a lot of laughing himself. He insisted on paying for her lunch and she thought it would be rude not to accept though she was happy enough to go Dutch. They loitered on the pavement, Tess fiddling her feet along the line between slabs, Seb making small talk in unfinished sentences.
‘Thanks for lunch then.’
‘Pleasure, Tess, my pleasure. I was thinking of – I'm not working this afternoon. I don't know – do you want to go for a walk?’
Tess looked at the buggy as if it was as cumbersome and inappropriate as a pair of high heels. ‘I can't really,’ she said.
Seb didn't look at the buggy, or at Tess's feet. He just looked at her face and gave a disappointed smile. ‘Another time, then.’
Tess nodded. ‘Sure.’
He paused, as if he was about to sneeze. ‘Like – Friday night?’
‘Night?’
‘A date, Tess. Not a walk. I'm saying let's go out on a proper date, on Friday night – babysitting depending, of course. What do you say?’
Tess found she didn't feel like backing away behind her customary reticence. She felt like staying exactly where she was, with the sunlight squinting her face into a grin, buying a little time to mull the offer. And when she accepted she realized the first person she'd be telling – and soon – was not Tamsin for advice, but Lisa for a babysitting favour.
‘Phone me if there's a problem,’ Seb said, ‘otherwise, I'll see you right – here!’ And he stamped his foot as if marking the spot.
‘OK,’ Tess laughed, ‘unless you hear from me, I'll be right – here.’ And she nudged his shoe out of the way so she could tap hers on the precise place on the pavement.
‘Cool.’ He smiled and he lingered and then he executed a strange bounce on the spot, which tipped his body forward and enabled him to kiss Tess lightly on the lips, regain his composure and saunter off before she could quite register just what had happened. A little way off, he cast a glance over his shoulder to find Tess standing stock-still. He turned, walking backwards for a couple of steps. Then he pointed to the auspicious paving stone with a broad grin before turning again and strolling away.
Tess thought, he's just kissed me. Kissed me for a second time. With more intent than the first time though it was quicker and more chaste. She thought, I've been asked on a proper date. She thought, Seb's fun and good-looking and he's just kissed me and asked me out. And she thought, I must phone Lisa straight away. She walked briskly back up to the house, phoned Lisa who sounded happy to supply the favour and Tess found that, with not much arm-twisting, she was telling Lisa that yes, it was a date and that the guy seems really nice. Yes, good-looking too – in that windswept surfer-boy kind of way. From Australia. Our sort of age. Perhaps younger, actually. No, not a toyboy – we might be mums but surely we are not old enough for toyboys, are we?
Unable to sleep, it was only when Tess went down to the kitchen for a glass of water and caught sight of Seb's number on top of Joe's, that she realized she hadn't thought of Joe since Seb appeared at the window of Virgo's. A good eight hours of respite, she calculated. Tamsin would probably say this was no bad thing.
Wondering what to wear wasn't a problem – finding the time to change at all was. Tess prioritized Em – writing a list of likes and dislikes, a timetable of what Lisa could expect and when, and adding Seb's mobile number on every page. The likelihood was that Em wouldn't stir, but as Tess would be uncontactable unless Seb's mobile was in signal, she wanted to cover all options. Apart from her work days in London, she'd actually never left Em before, not in nineteen months, certainly not for her own leisure. She had not been out in the evening, let alone on a date, in all that time. During the afternoon, she started to feel that the whole thing was a little self-indulgent. By early evening, though, she couldn't ignore a frisson of anticipation.
Lisa arrived. Em was asleep. Wolf was fed and had been out for his ablutions and was now prostrate at the foot of the stairs. Lisa marvelled at the expanse of hallway before narrowing her gaze to focus on Tess, looking her up and down.
‘What are you wearing?’
Tess looked at her clothes. She was wearing what she always wore.
‘Is that what you are wearing tonight?’
Tess paused. ‘I'm not sure.’
‘Well, off you go and get sure – Mary Poppins is here.’
‘Oh, about that – here's a list.’
Lisa flipped through the pages, which she then rolled up and used as a truncheon against Tess's arm. ‘A list? It's an encyclopaedia! Have you forgotten my son is the same age as your daughter?’
‘I know – I know, it's just I haven't—’ ‘I know – you said. I'm teasing. It's fine.’ And Lisa gave Tess's arm a little stroke. ‘So show me around, show me everything. It's like Buckingham Bleeding Palace compared to my place. Oh fuck – look at that dog.’
‘He's harmless.’
‘He's huge. He looks so—’
‘Shh! You'll hurt his feelings.’
They stared at the great lumbering bulk of Wolf, twitching in his sleep, the pads of his paws looking like dirty pebbles, his coat appearing to have been stolen from a hobo, his oversized tongue looking synthetically pink amidst all the wiry grey and matted brown. ‘It won't suddenly turn on me when you've left, will it?’
‘He's a he. And no, he won't. He's soppy and gorgeous.’
They had to mountaineer over him for Tess to give Lisa the guided tour.
‘My place – including the garden – would fit into the entrance hall. I can see why you'll not be leaving anytime soon. What's he like – the chap who owns it?’
Tess tried to counteract the pause with a light tone of voice. ‘Oh, he's fine – not here much.’ She ignored Lisa, looking at her askance. Lisa was starting to remind Tess of Tamsin, which both amused and unnerved her.
‘This your room then?’
‘Come on in,’ said Tess, ‘help me find something to wear.’
After assessing all the clothes Tess owned, Lisa looked at her. ‘You're in serious need of a shopping trip, pet.’
‘I need to win the lottery first,’ Tess said.
‘So,