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‘Maybe not, but I still had to go into make-up, didn’t I? Base, they put on my face.’ Malcolm shook his head in bafflement. ‘And powder! That was a first, I can tell you. Felt like Danny La Rue!’

‘Malcolm, I’m so sorry.’ Lola moved past her mother to greet him with a hug and a kiss on his freshly shaven cheek. ‘I never meant to make you feel bad about yourself ... I’m so ashamed ...’

‘Oh, there there, no need to apologise.’ Embarrassed, Malcolm said bashfully, ‘The thing is, you were right. I even knew it myself, just didn’t have the nerve to try and change things on my own.

When you’ve had a beard for twenty years you kind of get used to it. If anything,’ he told Lola,

‘I’m grateful to you for telling your mother I looked a fright.’

Ouch.

‘You look fantastic now.’ She stepped back and gazed at him, meaning every word.

‘He does, doesn’t he?’ Blythe nodded in agreement.

‘I’ve got rid of all my old jumpers,’ Malcolm said proudly. ‘The fashion woman told me to throw out anything with a pattern on it, and I have.’

‘She said that to me too,’ Blythe chimed in. ‘And I told her to take a running jump.’

‘We went to Marks and Spencer’s this afternoon and bought loads of new clothes. The fashion woman wrote me out a list. She said I shouldn’t wear sandals any more either.’

Lola decided she loved the fashion woman with all her heart. ‘Well, anyway, thank you for being so nice about it. And why are we still standing out here in the hallway? Come on in.’

‘Sorry, love, we can’t stop.’ Blythe beamed. ‘We only dropped by to show ourselves off to you.

Well,’ she amended, ‘so that Malcolm could show himself off to you and I could let you see that I’m back to normal. We’ve got to get to the pub — it’s quiz night and everyone’s dying to hear about our time at the TV studios.’

It was on the tip of Lola’s tongue to ask her mother if she preferred Malcolm the way he looked now. But she already knew the answer. Malcolm might be pleased with his makeover but it wouldn’t make an ounce of difference to the way Blythe felt about him, because external appearances were simply, irrelevant as far as she was concerned. What counted was the person within.

Worse, Lola knew she was right. Maybe it would help to get Dougie out of her system if she could try a bit harder to fancy EJ instead.

Chapter 45

’That’s thirteen-three,’ Nick called out. ‘Ready? Or do you want to stop for a couple of minutes to catch your breath?’

Catch her breath? What breath? There was none left in her lungs, that was for sure. Lola shook her head, determined not to give in. This was badminton, for crying out loud. If it had been tennis or squash she could have understood being this exhausted, but badminton wasn’t anywhere near in that league, everyone knew it was one of those namby-pamby games played by children and old people where you flicked a silly little shuttlecock back and forth over a net. As a child she’d played badminton in the back garden and it hadn’t been remotely like this.

‘Oof,’ Lola gasped, lunging after the shuttlecock as it whistled past her ear. Stupid, stupid racquet .. .

‘Fourteen-three.’ Grinning, Nick prepared to serve again. ‘Oof Fuck.

‘Game. Well done.’ He came round to her side of the net, patted her on the back.

‘You can’t say well done when it wasn’t.’ Clutching her sides where two stitches were competing to see which of them could hurt most, Lola panted, ‘I was rubbish.’

‘No you weren’t, you were actually pretty good. But I was better.’

‘That’s so unfair. I’m your daughter. Aren’t you supposed to let me win?’

He looked amused. ‘Not when you’re twenty-seven.’

Lola leaned forward, hands on knees, then realised people watching outside the badminton court would see her knickers and hurriedly straightened up. To add insult to injury it had all been her idea to come here tonight because she’d found out that Merton’s Sports and Fitness Club in Kensington was where Dougie was a member and last Thursday Sally had mentioned in passing that he was playing squash that night. Working on the assumption that Thursdays at Merton’s might be a regular thing, Lola had called up the club and asked if she and her father could come along and try out the facilities before deciding whether or not to join.

And yes, Merton’s did indeed seem like a great place to socialise and expend a few calories if you were so inclined, but there was one small drawback.

No Doug. Anywhere at all.They’d been given the full guided tour of the club and there was no sign of him. Plus, having been generously given a free, hour-long slot on this badminton court, they were now morally obliged to carry on using it.

Still panting like a pervert, Lola glanced up at the clock on the wall. Nine minutes down, fifty-one to go.

She looked at her father, who wasn’t even remotely out of breath. ‘OK, we’ll have another game.

But this time pretend I’m six and let me win.’

Never had an hour passed so slowly. By the end of it, Lola was puce in the face, wheezing like a steam engine and staggering around on legs like overcooked spaghetti. Badminton wasn’t namby-pamby after all. Battle-hardened members of the SAS could hone their fitness levels playing this game. Thank goodness Dougie hadn’t been here to witness her humiliation.

‘Ready for a drink?’ said Nick as she shakily wiped her face and neck with a towel.

‘Ready for loads of drinks.’ How could she ever have thought that coming to this place tonight would be a good idea? As soon as they’d showered and dressed they were out of here.

‘You’ve dropped your hairband,’ said Nick as Lola just about managed to haul the strap of her sports bag onto her shoulder.

‘I can’t pick it up, it hurts too much.’

She waited as Nick went back to retrieve the pink hairband, then turned and wearily pushed through the glass swing doors.

Dougie was standing on the other side, watching her.

‘Oh!’ So much for thanking her lucky stars he wasn’t here. If there was a god, he really did have it in for her. A trickle of sweat slid down her forehead for that extra-glamorous finishing touch.

‘Lola, what’s going on?’ Doug shook his head. ‘Are you stalking me?’

Lola swallowed, suddenly realising that this was exactly what she was doing. Instantly on the defensive she said, ‘What are you talking about? Of course I’m not stalking you! Who says you’re not stalking me?’

‘I’ve been a member of this club for the last three years. I thought maybe my sister happened to mention it.’

‘Well, she didn’t.’ Technically this was true; Elly who worked for him had been the one who’d mentioned it. But shame crept up and Lola felt her pulse quicken. Oh God, he was right, she was turning into one of those deranged females incapable of accepting rejection, madwomen who end up shouting in the street and getting arrested for harassment.

‘Here’s your hairband.’ Catching up with them, Nick eyed Dougie coolly and said, ‘What’s this about stalking? I was the one who suggested we try this club. It wasn’t Lola’s idea to come here.’

And now she had her father covering for her, lying to protect his deranged-stalker daughter.

Mortified, Lola gazed down at her feet and felt the trickle of sweat drip down to her chin.

‘Sorry, I was just surprised to bump into her. Didn’t have Lola down as the badminton-playing type.’

‘Why wouldn’t I be?’ Defiantly Lola said, ‘We had a fantastic game.’

‘Really?’ Dougie’s mouth was twitching. ‘When I looked through the window half an hour ago you didn’t appear to be having much fun.’ He turned to Nick. ‘Hi, I’m Doug Tennant. You must be Lola’s father.’ Shaking Nick’s hand, he said, ‘You were wiping the floor with her.’