me because I started going to the gym and my tits got too small. Apparently.’
Ollie coughed. ‘Well, obviously he’s an idiot. A blind idiot. A massive, blind idiot.’
Tig grinned, somehow comforted when other people lost their cool.
‘Not that it’s polite to point such things out,’ he added primly, ‘but really … your boobs are magnificent.’
‘Magnificent?’ She tilted her head to the side.
‘Not that I’ve looked. But you know, peripherally, the idea of them that I got from only looking at your face during all our interactions would suggest that they’re magnificent.’
She snorted. ‘Thanks, I think.’
‘You are most sincerely welcome, Tigerlily,’ he grinned.
What was going on here? Why was he sitting with her, listening to her moan, offering her cake and telling her how great her boobs were? Was he trying to make sure she was on his side, knowing Ruby would probably ask her opinion on the new bar staff? Ame would have told her to stop being an idiot and realise he was trying to shag her. Dana would have shrugged and said she really didn’t get men and their motivations. He was painfully beautiful. Thick Bambi lashes and green eyes that seemed a little too bright to be natural. She felt awfully plain around him, sitting in her yoga pants, clutching her wine glass, tugging at her red braid. There would have been a time when she’d have walked in, and talked to Ollie without thinking anything of it. Not questioning his motivations, just secure in knowing that she was a good enough person to talk to. Funny how dropping a few dress sizes had changed the game. Well, that and Darren.
‘No one really calls me Tigerlily. It’s just Tig.’
‘Not Lily?’
She thought of Darren, all the bunches of lilies he’d bought for her over the years, after staying out late, missing her birthday, the text messages from other girls. Lilies were for apologies, and that wasn’t her anymore.
‘Nope. Just Tig.’
‘Or Tigger?’ he grinned.
‘Well, you know what the wonderful thing about Tiggers is?’
‘That Tiggers are wonderful things?’
‘No. That they will punch you in the face if you can’t get their fucking name right.’
He drew in a sharp breath, staring at her, then burst out laughing. ‘You are a strange and terrifying lady.’
‘That’s what they tell me.’
They sat quietly for a moment, listening as the faint sound of The Smiths floated around in the background.
‘How are you getting over this ex, then?’
By sitting at home each night with my bitter housemate, imagining bludgeoning him to death with my bra?
‘Um …’
‘Are you dating?’ Ollie leaned forward, as if he was suddenly her therapist.
‘I don’t date.’
‘Casual sex, then?’
Her eyebrows raised with her voice. ‘Excuse me?’
‘Well, if you’re not into dating, I assume you’re more into one-nighters,’ Ollie rationalised.
Tig felt her stomach twist. ‘I don’t really know how to date. I was with Darren since we were fifteen. I’ve never really done the dating thing. I’m not even sure we dated when we were teenagers. You just sort of ‘hang out’ at fifteen, don’t you?’
‘Yeah.’ He just looked at her. ‘I guess. So … you’ve never been with anyone except him? How long were you together?’
‘Almost twelve years.’
‘Jesus,’ he said quietly, ‘so … are you not going to put yourself out there?’
Tig paused and just looked at him, all earnest and interested, and she was angry at herself, at how bitter she’d become, because all she could do was look at him and think What game are you playing? What do you want from me?
‘I don’t tend to share all this crap with someone I’ve only just met.’
‘Sometimes that’s the best way.’
‘Well, it makes me feel … vulnerable.’ She scowled. ‘I don’t know anything about you.’
He shrugged. ‘Ollie Carver. Twenty-nine and freaking out about it. I’m here for four months waiting for my next contract to start. And I am in a uniquely good position to help you change your life. Or at least re-enter the dating scene.’
‘Ooh, smooth.’ She rolled her eyes. ‘Because you shag around a lot?’
Ollie frowned. ‘No, smart arse. I actually married my high-school sweetheart, and had to learn to date once it was all over. I was you, three years ago.’
‘Oh.’ She felt her cheeks warm. ‘Sorry.’
‘No biggie,’ he shrugged, ‘but at least you know I get where you’re coming from. And it’s a lot easier without the whole wedding thing. You lose deposits, but you save on lawyers’ fees.’
Tig tilted her head to look at this guy who had her spilling her guts after only meeting him a few hours before. ‘You seem so well adjusted.’
He laughed, loudly. ‘It’s an illusion. Tigerlily, I am an absolute mess. But I live by one rule now: don’t sacrifice my life for anyone. I do what makes me happy, and I don’t give that up. No demanding girlfriends, no ultimatums, no sacrifice. No one controls me.’
Tig tried to imagine what a life without sacrifice was like, but all she could think of was letting Ame have the last few scoops of the Haagen Dazs when she wanted them.
‘You’re thinking that sounds like a pretty selfish way to live, I’m guessing.’ He raised an eyebrow, leaning forward to capture her attention again. Whenever she met his eyes she was always a little startled.
‘Actually, I was thinking that sounds like a wonderful way to live. No obligations, no responsibilities except your own happiness. I like it, I think I’m going to steal it. How’s it working out for you?’
Ollie’s mouth twitched. ‘A little lonely,’ he admitted. ‘Women seem to think it’s me being a typical male – I won’t go see a chick flick with them if it’s not what I want to do, but that’s not really what it’s about. I don’t mind compromise, I just won’t sacrifice what I care about.’
Tig watched his face change, how he looked sad, indignant, and, yes, lonely. Someone had screwed him, obviously, but who was she to talk? And she certainly wasn’t at the point of prodding at someone else’s wounds, not yet anyway.
‘So you’ve got nothing against chick flicks?’
‘If
