A Question of Guilt by Janet Tanner

Author:Janet Tanner [Tanner, Janet]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
ISBN: 9780727882349
Google: OeVBLgEACAAJ
Amazon: 0727882341
Publisher: Severn House Publishers
Published: 2012-08-15T07:00:00+00:00

Twelve

Next day I spent a good long while transferring all my notes to my new laptop, and drinking plenty of strong coffee. Goodness knows, I needed it!

Josh and I had spent another very pleasant evening together, checking out the merits of yet another country pub. I filled him in on my visit to the Compton Players, though I didn’t, of course, mention the fright I’d had when I thought I was being followed on the way home, and Josh regaled me with some amusing stories of situations he’d encountered in his line of work – the nonagenarian who couldn’t find her false teeth and refused to be photographed without them, the time he’d been trying to capture scenes of heavy snowfall, slipped and ended up in a deep drift.

When he drove me home we spent a good quarter of an hour getting to know one another more intimately in the privacy of his car, parked well out of the sight-lines from Mum’s bedroom window, and Josh suggested that our next date should be him cooking a meal for me at the cottage he was renting on the outskirts of Stoke Compton.

‘You can cook?’ I teased. ‘This I must sample!’

Josh grinned. ‘Bit of an exaggeration,’ he admitted. ‘But I’m very good at ordering tasty takeaways.’

‘That’s more like it . . .’ I began, but he silenced me with another kiss, and I thought that it really was not Josh’s culinary talents I was interested in!

Now, as I tried to concentrate on making some sense out of the tangled bits of information I’d gleaned so far, it occurred to me how things had changed. Not much more than a week ago I’d been trapped in a moribund relationship that was in even worse shape than I’d realized at the time, and bored out of my mind by enforced inactivity. Now I was fully occupied, but actually having to force myself to concentrate on Dawn Burridge’s romantic involvements because my mind was wandering to my own very promising budding relationship!

That evening I set out in Dad’s car for Stoke Compton, and once again I was lucky enough to find a parking space close to the town hall. I wondered if I’d spot Lewis Crighton and Sarah again, but tonight the upper windows of Compton Properties were all in darkness.

I made my way via the lift to the upper room in the town hall where the players met, and some of them greeted me like an old friend while others ignored me. John, the director, was quite cool – he’d realized I was no budding Emma Thompson, I supposed. Once again ‘gorgeous George’ failed to put in an appearance, and Bella Crighton was missing too. The meeting took much the same form as before, though tonight we were reading Blithe Spirit. And when proceedings drew to a close, Delyth once again invited me to join some of the members for a drink at the Feathers, and this time I accepted, having warned Mum I might be a bit late home.

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