looked back over his shoulder at her and smiled again, all big blue eyes and bonhomie. Jane still couldn’t quite call it one way or the other.
‘Let’s just sort out that coffee and then we can get you started. Oh, by the way, I’ve had our guys draw up your contract and there are a few other things for you to sign. There are different levels of access online. Jayne’s got most clearance obviously—presumably she set you up with a username and password?’
Jane nodded.
Ray paused. ‘Good. How are you fixed for supper?’
She stared at him. ‘I’m sorry?’
‘I thought we might pop out after work today for an early supper. I booked us a table at Carters—thought it would be nice to celebrate your launch.’
‘Well…’ Jane began.
‘Nothing too late—say six thirty?’
Jane didn’t know quite how to respond. Which Ray took as a yes.
‘Good. Oh, and while we’re on the subject of food, Jayne is supposed to be going to a dinner later in the week—Thursday, I think. You don’t mind going, do you? I think she’s expected to do a little presentation. I’ve got the script here somewhere. It’s just a trade thing.’
Jane hesitated but was determined not to look rattled or outgunned. ‘Oh—OK…I’ve done presentations before at the library. But I’m not sure that I can…’
‘It’ll be fine. I’ll email the speech over to you with the details. I wouldn’t labour the point about Jayne not being there.’ He paused. ‘I’m sure she’s already told you that she’s a little wary about letting people know she’s taking a sabbatical so unless someone asks directly…’ He smiled. ‘Although I suppose technically you are Jane Mills.’
‘Will you be there?’ asked Jane.
‘If I can, but it looks like I’m probably double-booked. It’ll be fine though. They’ll send a car for you.’ He smiled again. ‘So here we are—your first day with us.’
Jane nodded; her first day as a junior officer, she thought ruefully looking at the screen Ray had opened up on the computer. Data input, checking names and addresses was a bit like stuffing envelopes, and that, along with the proofreading, was the kind of thing you’d give someone on work experience from the local comprehensive. She felt she couldn’t say anything, however. After all, how would it look if she moaned about the first job he gave her?
Something didn’t feel right but she wasn’t sure what. Maybe it was that she was feeling overwhelmed. Or maybe it was just first-day nerves; maybe she was up herself; maybe Ray was being genuinely kind—maybe. He poured her a coffee from the machine.
‘There we go. Milk’s in the fridge. That’s the thing that looks like a cupboard under the coffee machine, and sugar is in the drawer there. Do you mind if I smoke?’ As he passed her the cup his hand seemed to linger for just an instant too long on hers. Had she imagined it? Jane suppressed a shiver.
‘No, you’re fine,’ she said.
Ray’s smile held. ‘Not cold are you, m’dear?’
‘No, just a bit nervous, that’s all. First-day nerves—you know.’
‘Well, don’t be nervous. We run a very happy ship here. Jayne’s always seen to that. I don’t know how well you know her but she is the most amazing woman.’
Jane added a little milk to her coffee, not quite sure what he was expecting her to say.
As if reading her mind he continued, ‘I know what I’ve asked you to do looks like pretty menial stuff but as far as I’m concerned your being hired has come out of the blue—not that I mind; oh, no, with Jayne I’ve had to learn to be flexible—but if I’d known Jayne was bringing someone in we could have devised a more coherent strategy. So, this will out Jayne’s business until we work out exactly what to do with you. To be perfectly honest I don’t really know how she fills her time on a day-to-day basis, so if you start with something that really needs doing, we’re both going to have to make the rest of it up as we go along.’
He lifted his coffee cup in salute. ‘To the new Jane Mills.’
Jane tried out another smile and Ray beamed back.
Maybe she was being oversensitive, worried that the job was too good to be true. Maybe it was going to be all right after all.
‘To the other Jayne Mills,’ she said.
Meanwhile, the other Jayne Mills set her handbag down on one of the unforgiving airport seats and stared up at the departure board to check the flight times. She felt strangely nervous. Although she’d been flying round the world for the best part of twenty-five years, this flight felt special. She smiled. Twenty-five years—it seemed impossible. Then she had never imagined herself ever being this old.
The airport clock rolled over another minute. Another fifteen minutes and they would start boarding. Jane tucked the boarding pass into her jacket pocket and then glanced over her shoulder, half expecting to see Andy loping towards her through the crowd, in his famous baggy blue shorts, a rucksack slung casually across broad shoulders, long blond hair flapping like unruly wings. Catching herself, Jayne smiled and let the ghost fade away. There was no Andy, no long blond hair, just an appraising and appreciative look from a good-looking guy in a suit from behind a copy of the Telegraph.
She smiled back while reminding herself that this wasn’t about the past, it was about the future. Her future. A bright shiny new future. This was about looking at where she had been to try to make sense of where she wanted to go next, and where better place to start than in Kos?
Kos—Jayne let the word linger in her mind and then very slowly roll over her tongue. It was a word heavy with memories of newly baked bread, and honey and olives and creamy feta cheese. Kos, so very ordinary now, but so unfamiliar then. Hardly a great adventure, hardly exotic in the twenty-first century, but all those years ago it had seemed so very far away, and so very foreign. Now it was just another short-haul flight, barely a hop across a globe that she had crossed and recrossed God knew how many times since. But then it had seemed a million miles away for a hick from the sticks.
So, while Greece might not appear the bravest of starts to an outsider, it had been the first step on her journey all those years ago, so what better place to start again now?
In a homage to travels past she had booked into economy class, and having toyed with the idea of taking pot luck on arrival, in the end had succumbed and booked into a little hotel in Kefalos old town, at the far end of the island of Kos, a steep climb away from the night life and the bars.
The taxi dropped her off at her hotel in late afternoon, and once she had booked in Jayne dropped her things in her room, and made her way back down the hill, down steep flights of steps to the beach, past the little church with its white walls, pale blue dome and roof, surrounded by trees and a field of what looked like cotton. Everywhere was remarkably green, despite the heat, the steep hillsides covered in low bushes and shrubs that followed the sharp rocky contours of the bay. She had forgotten how breathtaking the view was.
Below the old town of Kefalos, new bars and tourist restaurants lined the beach like a string of bright beads, colourful flotsam and jetsam stranded at the high-water mark, and windsurfers and
