The Englishman by Nina Lewis

Author:Nina Lewis [Lewis, Nina]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Amazon: B00CRKLTRO
Publisher: Omnific Publishing
Published: 2013-05-11T21:00:00+00:00

“Was he…making fun of me?” Ten minutes later Irene still has not recovered from being stumped.

“Yeah, well. A biseleh.” I could not suppress the beam of delight on my face if my life depended on it.

“He’s like…an eel! A gray eel with a stick up his ass!”

“No, he’s English, that’s all. It’s partly an act. The upper-class English schoolboy. They grow into six-footers, hone their bodies with all that rugby and rowing, and then play on our maternal instincts with their awkward charm. On British women it doesn’t work half as well as on us. You either can’t stand them because you think they’re effeminate and moody and emotionally constipated, or you fall for them.”

“I must be more British than I thought,” she grumbles. “Have you fallen for him? But why am I asking? I can see that you have!”

“I don’t remember the falling. Where do you want to go for dinner, Reenie?” I pointedly change the subject. “Bernie recommends a Mexican place to which I haven’t been, or we could try Cajun, then you’d have something to tell Jacques about, or—”

“I can’t.” Irene doesn’t often look embarrassed, but now she does. “I gotta be back at the airport by four thirty.”

“You’re not flying back today!”

“Yup. Sorry, Banana. Jacques wants me at this working dinner he has tonight.”

“Well, call him and say you’ve found me in a madhouse and you have to stay the night at the tomato farm to set me to rights again. You haven’t even seen the tomato farm yet!”

“I would so much love to, really I would!” She’s not lying, either. “But these people tonight are really important for Jacques, and things have not been going so great between us, so…this is our quality time. Our quality time together is a business dinner he has in Washington with two guys from San Francisco. Care to guess what our problem might be?”

This is where the exclaiming earlier came from, and the brittle gaiety that she’s had all day. I would have wormed it out of her earlier, if—well, if I hadn’t spent the day in a madhouse.

I am very sorry to let her go so soon, but I can’t pretend that it is Irene that I brood over when I cycle back home. Or the herring, or the graffiti.

Giles knew me?

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