The House That Jack Built by Clare Revell

Author:Clare Revell [Revell, Clare]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Christian Fiction, inspirational fiction, Clean and Wholesome Novels, Religion and Spirituality
ISBN: 9781522303862
Publisher: Pelican Book Group
Published: 2022-03-09T00:00:00+00:00

13

Kate trudged to the kitchen as Paul and Zed followed the summons to the diary room. Did she regret kissing Zed? No, she didn’t. However, what she did regret was doing it in front of the cameras and for the resulting fight. She hoped Paul wouldn’t tell anyone else, but Paul being Paul, probably would at the first opportunity he got.

“What’s that summons for?” Hank asked as soon as she entered the lounge.

“Just Paul being Paul,” she said cagily. “Zed stood guard in the hall outside the main door whilst I showered. Paul objected, and it got violent. They ended up scrapping on the floor like a couple of five-year-olds.”

He snorted. “That’ll be on TV later. Just like all the empty beds. You want some breakfast? Liz is making avocado on toast and those green smoothies.”

Kate’s stomach flipped at the thought. “I’m not hungry. Still don’t feel too great this morning.” No way was she admitting she’d been horribly sick the last time Liz made that.

Erin studied her. “Are you OK? You were up half the night.”

“So were you,” Kate shot back instantly. “But no, like I just said, still don’t feel so good. I’ll give breakfast a miss, I think. I’m going to get some fresh air.” She pushed open the outside door and headed into the garden. Rain still poured, and she ran across to the gazebo. Dropping into one of the chairs, she closed her eyes.

The thud of the rain on the roof was strangely soothing, almost melodic. Kate sighed. She settled back in the chair, the rain falling harder. Maybe she stayed here all day.

“You missed breakfast. Are you OK?”

“OK is a relative term. Won’t be OK until I get home.” She opened her eyes to find Zed holding a cup. “Not that awful green stuff that Liz makes, is it?”

He chuckled. “Nope, because that really does taste as foul as it looks. This is coffee, made by my own fair hands.”

She accepted it gratefully. “Thanks. I can’t stand green stuff.”

He sat beside her. “Don’t blame you. My taste buds are in shock. They may never work properly again.”

Kate inhaled the scent of coffee deeply. “Did you get into much trouble for the fight?”

“Nah.” Zed leant the cane on the chair next to him. “They saw Paul start it on the CCTV. He’s on his last warning now, whatever that means. Not like they can kick any of us out until the police say we can leave.” He stretched out his feet, trousers riding up his legs a little.

She giggled. “Christmas socks again?”

Zed shrugged. “You’re not the only one who accepts silly dares. A couple of mates said they’d sponsor me a tenner for each pair I wore. And since I’m on my fourth pair now, that’s forty quid each they owe me.” He reached out and grabbed the tennis ball from the table. Slowly he began to toss it into the air and catch it. “Do you really think Silas was murdered?”

She stretched her legs in front of her, wiggling her toes.

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