*****

I wake to sunlight streaming over the bed. My view is blocked by Ryan, standing over me, offering me a mug.

“You like coffee on a morning?” he asks.

“I sit up to take the mug from him. “It’s one of the food groups.” I grin.

When was the last time I woke up in a man’s bed?

He sits by me, sipping from his own cup. He doesn’t speak, but repeatedly, his glance strays my way before he looks away again, smiling.

The obvious question finally looms. “What time is it?”

“Ten to eight.”

“Jeez! I’ll be late to work!”

“Hey, calm down. I’ll drive you there.”

“I can’t go like this….”

“The shower’s through there….”

As it is, Ryan delivers me on squealing wheels to Haswell Building at two minutes to nine,

And as I swipe my entry card, James Alexanders is coming in right behind me. He must have seen Ryan drop me off and he wears the kind of half-smile that says he knows exactly why I am wearing yesterday’s blouse and a rapidly painted-on expression of dignity.

“Morning, Kirstie.”

“Morning Mr Alexanders.”

*****

That evening, walking the dogs on the beach, Ben jogs up to me, and Scruffy barges in to meet up with my canine gang again.

“Hi.” he puffs, bending to rest hands on knees for a minute as he catches his breath. “How are you? Great to see you again.”

“I’m fine.” In truth, I am a little uncomfortable. The speed, and for that matter, the direction in which my ‘relationship’ with Ben is progressing is unnerving me. He seems to believe that we are a lot closer than I do, and I am not at all sure that I want to take things with him any further.

What’s a safe topic of conversation?

Oh, yes….

“I was surprised when I met Charlotte at work and realised who she is. You and your brother aren’t much alike, are you?”

He frowns. “Sorry? You’ve met my brother?”

“Yes, I saw him with Charlotte in the lobby a few days ago.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that. He must have been picking her up.”

“Er, no. They were on their way out actually. I would never have taken the pair of you for brothers….”

“I don’t think we’re that unalike, are we? I know he’s a lot blonder than I am….”

Blonder?

“No, the man I saw was dark; much darker-haired than you. “

He shakes his head. “Mike’s blond, very blond. He looks like something from a toothpaste advert. You know, the kind with the sunshine-healthy family, all corn-fed, and eating wheat germ and yoghurt.”

Mike….? Not James then….

Time to tread carefully….

be my mistake. I saw Charlotte with a tall dark-haired

fingers. “I know who you saw. It was the Haswells. Beth Haswell is the spit

my mistake

shut my

running on whirring red-hot axles. The Charlotte I met was certainly the same girl I

for changing the

“She seems nice.”

“I suppose.” Ben shrugs.

Doesn’t he like her?

pretty isn’t

Mike certainly thinks so. She’s

laughing. “You don’t like

eyes slide sideways.

*****

a blond, strikingly good-looking man enters the lobby. He is tall, although not overly so, broad-shouldered

as I

Oh, God. It’s him….

Am

This could be embarrassing.

me, his brilliantly blue-eyed gaze sweeping past me as instead, he heads straight for

the doors, he abruptly slows, turns and

“Sorry to seem rude,

We met two or three years ago. You were with your friend,

moment, then his face clears. With the most charming

closer, he peers in and grins. “Ah, Kirstie.” He laughs. “I see. Nice to meet

scrambles for something to say that is not related to this amazing looking man fucking my brains out in a threesome with his friend

do I need to check with anyone if you

No, don’t worry. They

friend said that you’d got

met

just the other

grins. “Was

He was

“Glad to hear it. He’s a good man; one of the best, but sometimes…. um… empathy’s not his

you cut him in half, it’d say

to the lifts, turning back as the doors open, and waving. “I’m

What a great guy….

Shame he got married….

*****

the facilities are very good. But I prefer to get out for a while for a change of air, so

I’m halfway through my lunch, staring into space and pondering

look up. It’s Charlotte, carrying a tray

says.

I shuffle up my chair to make space as she puts her tray

you don’t mind?” she says as she seats herself. “I saw you from across the road and thought we might as well take the

“Sure…. er….”

over her

chew over my words. What can

I know Ben’s your brother-in-law, but

know him? He’s not shut up about you

times and had a couple of dates. Please don’t get the wrong impression about where we are

don’t think it’s my impression

voice comes from

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