Under the Channel by Gilles Pétel

Author:Gilles Pétel [Gilles Petel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781908313829
Publisher: Gallic Books
Published: 2014-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

5

It was still two hours before Roland had arranged to meet Kate, and he chose to spend the time in Hyde Park. The warm, flickering autumn light made the Serpentine shimmer with the bronze shades of centuries-old trees. Gazing at the reflections on its surface, Roland recognised his own face smiling ruefully back at him. What momentary madness had brought him to London? Tugged or propelled him there more like. Roland hadn’t thought twice about leaving. Staring himself in the face as his reflection became clearer, he was beginning to realise what a mess he had left behind him. He had been so eager to leave, to get the hell out of there, that it was the only thing he had thought about all week; the question of who would win custody of the children hadn’t even crossed his mind. That was probably because it had always been obvious to him that Juliette would get to keep them, it occurred to him now. The judge was bound to lay the fault on his side. But wasn’t that what he wanted, after all? Sharing the blame meant still sharing something, still being bound to one another, if only by a thread. A gust of cold wind blew over the surface of the water, sweeping aside the autumnal scene and a face stunned at how brutal life could be.

A little way to his left, he was pleased to spot a cafe with tables outside. His throat was dry. A glass of Chablis would go down very nicely. Having queued up at the counter, Roland had to settle for a half-bottle of Argentine Sauvignon. The first glass quenched his thirst, the second made him relax and on the third, he was surprised to find himself thinking about Kate. She turned him on. She was nothing like Juliette. His wife was a woman of principles, ruled by her brain rather than her body. She lacked imagination. Plus she had put weight on, remembered Roland, forgetting that the same was true of him. Kate was a little younger than Juliette, or at least he thought she probably was. She looked somewhere between thirty and thirty-five. In any case, she seemed determined never to look her age. There was something overtly sexual about her that made her instantly desirable. And didn’t she know it. She would still be giving men hard-ons at the age of fifty, Roland had no doubt about that. He ran his hand over the top of his trousers. His dick was hard. ‘What the fuck am I doing here?’ he asked himself again, but this time the answer was clear to see.

Roland looked at his watch. It would soon be time to get back to his hotel if he wanted to have a shower before going to meet Kate. Then he checked his mobile phone. Samy had left him a voicemail. He was asking for an update. London, the hotel, the estate agency Roland had told him about before leaving Paris. How

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