‘I have some plans already. Mainly they involve lying on the beach, and not letting myself get too badly out of shape … and of course being on the end of a telephone just in case you do need some back-up in Scotland. Where are you going?’
‘We head for Glasgow initially. Then I have to take Tom to see both of his grandfathers.’
‘This thing you’re doing for Susie,’ he asked, ‘is it going to be full-time?’
‘Hell, no! Tom is what I do full-time. This, and the job I do for Miles in his wine business, are strictly sidelines. Hopefully, Susie won’t need my help for long.’
He raised his glass. ‘To Susie.’
‘God bless her and keep her.’
His eyebrows rose. ‘Are you religious?’
I laughed. ‘I live next door to a thousand-year-old church, and I came close to shagging the priest. How much closer to religion can you be? Seriously? I don’t know, which makes me an agnostic. I suspect it comes with age; hedging your bets and all that. Tom isn’t though. His dad died therefore there cannot be a God. That’s how he sees it, and I can’t find a decent counter-argument.’
‘Can I get to know him better?’ Liam asked.
‘I’d like you to. It might be good for both of you. You can start tomorrow, if you like; I’ll have some stuff to do in the morning to get ready for our trip, but I plan to take the kids to the beach in the afternoon. Come with us?’
‘Sure, which beach?’
‘The one beyond your hotel, over the iron bridge. Dogs are allowed on it, and we take Charlie. On the way, we’ll have a sandwich lunch at the beach bar; you can meet us there, at one o’clock. You can’t miss it; it’s called Vaive and there’s a surfboard stuck in the sand outside.’
It was eleven thirty when we left the restaurant. There were still a few people around, a few more heads to turn. I allowed my date to walk me to my door under their gaze, and kissed him chastely on the cheek before stepping inside. Charlie surveyed us with his usual slightly bewildered expression.
The house was locked up and shuttered, and in darkness, apart from one small light in the hall that had been left on for me. I went straight upstairs, kicked off my shoes, slipped out of my only garment and hung it carefully in its wardrobe. I was tingling. For a while I thought I might be having a hot flush, until I realised that, no, the Change wasn’t upon me. No, I was simply as horny as hell. It had been so long since that had happened that I’d almost forgotten the feeling.
I put my jewellery back in the safe and took something else out, a flexible and versatile friend that I’d picked up one day in Barcelona, on a very wild impulse. It had been in the safe ever since, unused, me having been overcome by matronly embarrassment when I took it out of the box, and saw all the things its makers claimed that it could do, with some careful placement and four working AA batteries.
They were right about its capabilities; in fact, they may have been understanding them.
Ten
Did I feel guilty next morning? No. I may have felt a little intimate tenderness, but no guilt. Why the hell should I have? I’d come like an express train, and I could recall nothing in the bible to say that was a sin. Okay, there is something in the Old Testament about a bloke called Onan, but I didn’t believe that his case was at all pertinent.
That’s what I tried to persuade myself, but I couldn’t quite cut it. What I actually felt was confusion. When I analysed it, I realised that I’d believed that I was in complete control of my life, and that included my sexual appetite, which, I’d assured myself, had become non-existent. I’d been wrong. One night out in a posh dress with an attractive man had thrown all that on its head. As I put my friend back in its box and back into the safe, I wondered what I would have done if Liam had made a move on me.
I still hadn’t answered that question by the time I’d dressed and gone down for breakfast. The three guys were up before me; I knocked on Janet’s door, but heard her shower going and left her to it … courtesy of her gallant half-brother who gives up his en suite when she’s with us.
‘You were out late,’ Tom remarked, as I dropped a couple of slices of bread into the toaster.
‘With respect, young man,’ I replied, ‘I was out later the night before, with you and your sister.’
‘But …’ he began, then realised he wasn’t going to get any further, and abandoned his interrogation. I hid my smile, as I recalled my father making exactly the same comment on another Sunday morning almost thirty years before. He hadn’t pursued it either; just as well, as I’d just had my cherry cracked by my first serious boyfriend … a poor second, I must say, to my Duracell bunny from Barcelona.
Conrad said nothing. He was at the table, reading, or making a show of reading, the online Daily Telegraph on his laptop.
‘Did you hear any more from Audrey?’ I asked him, as I took a seat beside him, with my toast and a mug of tea.
He nodded. ‘She called just after you and Liam left. You’ll find an email in your box with your tickets attached. You’re booked into the Glasgow Malmaison for two nights. She asked me if she should book a twin for you and Tom or separate rooms; I said separate. Okay?’
‘Definitely. We need our own space now.’
‘What rooms?’ Tom asked from across the kitchen.
‘We’re going to Scotland tomorrow, you and me. For a week.’
‘Why?’
‘I’ve got things to do, and I’m taking you with me, so you can see your grandpas.’
He shrugged. ‘Okay, but what about Charlie?’
Good question, boy; I’d forgotten about him. ‘I’ll ask Ben if he’ll look after him with his two; otherwise we’ll have to put him in the slammer for a week.’ I knew it wouldn’t come to that, and so did Tom: he and Ben run an informal Labrador retriever collective, taking care of each other’s dogs as required.
‘And what about Janet and Jonathan?’
‘We’re going home tomorrow,’ Conrad chipped in. ‘Susie Mum will be back by the time we get there.’
‘Will Duncan be there?’ wee Jonathan asked, nervously.
‘So what if he is?’ I replied. ‘You’ll be back with your mum and that’s the most important thing, isn’t it?’
‘Yes,’ he conceded, but it was grudging.
‘Okay,’ I announced, as Janet came into the room, her hair still damp from the shower, ‘that’s tomorrow. This afternoon we’re going to the beach, all of us, and Charlie … well, not you, Conrad, if you don’t want to.’
‘Well,’ he said, ‘I do have things to take care of. I reckon they’ll be safe with you.’
‘And Liam,’ I added. ‘He’s coming.’
‘In that case, they’ll be even safer.’
I had things to take care of also; first of those was to retrieve our e-tickets, and print them out. It seemed that company chairs and their companions fly business class. I’d have been happy to fly budget air, but in the circumstances I wasn’t complaining. I was just under an hour short of being able to check in online, and so I spent it jamming the washing machine full of everyone’s cast-off clothes, apart from Conrad’s which he insisted were his business alone, then sorting out clothes for the trip for both Tom and me. There was no point in asking him to choose his own. He has no clue about the vagaries of the Scottish climate and would probably have packed half a dozen T-shirts and no socks.
When finally I’d checked us in I had to take a quick trip into L’Escala to buy cosmetics and other personal gear for the trip, top up the food stocks so that I could make packed lunches for Janet and wee Jonathan’s road trip home, and fuel the jeep for the drive down to Barcelona Airport, to save time in the morning. Back home again I had to load the tumble dryer …
I could go on, but I won’t; suffice it to say that when it was all done I was knackered and sweaty, and had to take another shower, to make myself fresh enough to go to the beach. Yeah, work that one out; I took a shower in preparation for covering myself in lotion and lying on a sunbed. Would I have done that if it had just been Tom and I? No, but it wasn’t, was it? We had company, company who was making me feel more than a little confused, and who had shaken up all my certainties like a kaleidoscope by doing nothing at all, other than being nice, and gentlemanly, and pretty damn attractive.