Dirty Minds by T A Williams

Author:T A Williams [Williams, T A]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781472018182
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2013-08-24T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Tom didn’t see Ros on Thursday. She was whisked off in the Ferrari around mid-morning. She didn’t come back until Friday afternoon. He couldn’t miss her return. It was by helicopter. All thirty inhabitants of the village gawped as the shiny blue and white machine landed in the field by the river. She climbed down the steps and walked, head down, to the safety of the hedge. The pilot gave her a lazy wave of the hand and gunned the engine. Two minutes later, all was peaceful once more.

She rang him a few minutes later.

‘Hi, Tom, sorry about the noise. It was Fonsie’s idea. I couldn’t talk him out of it. I hope it didn’t frighten the sheep too much.’

‘Well you’ve given Mrs Whatsername at the farm something to talk about for the next month.’

‘Mrs Whatsername has already got enough to keep her going for the next decade or two. So, how’ve you been?’

‘I’m fine. But what about you? Where have you been?’

‘Monte Carlo. There was a party there last night. Fonsie asked me to go with him. Sorry, I meant to call you to say I was going away.’ She sounded concerned.

‘Nonsense. I saw the lights were all off, so I knew you weren’t home.’

He could have kicked himself. Now she would know that he had been down looking for her. She made no comment, so he rushed on. ‘Wow, Monte Carlo for a party! Not bad at all. Does that happen often?’

‘Not nowadays. It used to be a bit like that. It was fun, but I’m out of that life now. Say, what are you doing this evening?’

‘Well, I was thinking of jetting across to Sardinia to play bridge with the Aga Khan, but I suppose I can cancel that. What did you have in mind?’

‘I’ve got the remains of Wednesday’s lamb in the fridge. It really should be eaten. I can’t give it all to Sophie. She’d be sick.’

‘So you thought you’d give it to me instead. I’m touched.’ She could hear the smile in his voice. ‘Sounds far more interesting than bridge. What time do you want me?’

‘I’ll need a bit of time to scrub up and change out of my travelling clothes. Why don’t we say six thirty or seven? That’ll give me time to go and pick up Sophie from her holiday home.’

‘You could have left her with me. Noah and I would have looked after her.’

‘I’ll remember that another time. By the way, bring Noah tonight. There’ll be enough for him, too.’

‘You’d need another sheep to satisfy his appetite.’

‘There’s tons, really. And I’m waiting to hear the latest developments on the book front. See you later.’

He timed his arrival for 6.45. She had said six thirty to seven, so splitting the difference seemed the best solution. Noah was already at her door, sending olfactory messages to Sophie, by the time he came up the path. There was no need to ring the bell. The door opened.

‘Hi, Tom.’ He stepped inside while she closed the door behind him.

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