Christmas at the Cornish Café by Phillipa Ashley

Author:Phillipa Ashley
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780008191870
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2016-08-23T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

‘Let me get this right. You saw Bannen in town with Mawgan Cade?’

Cal stops dead when I deliver the news on Tuesday morning while unloading the delivery of craft beers and cider we’ve ordered for the Harbour Lights Festival a week on Friday. After I got a cab back from St Trenyan last night, I lay awake into the small hours, wondering whether to tell him about Kit, because it will only feed his prejudices, but decided it was one secret I couldn’t keep to myself.

‘Yes, in Sharky’s, that new bar off Fore Street.’

‘What the hell were they doing in there?’

‘Drinking together, I suppose. That’s the point. I don’t really know. I didn’t see him for more than a few seconds, but it definitely was him.’

‘And he was definitely with Mawgan, he didn’t just happen to have rocked up next to her at the bar by a piece of terrible luck?’

‘No. He walked into the place with her and they seemed chatty enough – according to Tamsin.’

Cal hisses. ‘My God. So they’re seeing each other?’

‘I don’t know about that. He didn’t exactly have his hand on her bum or anything, or at least he didn’t from the brief glimpses Tamsin got of him.’

‘Mmm. Did he see you?’

‘I don’t think so.’

He humphs and drags his fingers through his messy hair. He looks tired, but I’m hardly the brightest bunny myself after burning the candle at both ends for the past few weeks and partying last night. Tamsin and I went on to another bar, then for pizza and then to St Trenyan’s only club. I spent half the time wondering if Mawgan and Kit might walk in, but there was no sign of them. Cal was still up when I got home. I saw the lights on in the study window of Kilhallon House and it was after midnight. I crawled into bed, and was so tired that I didn’t even have the energy to push Mitch off my bed. Then I lay awake, wondering the same things as Cal.

‘He might have just bumped into her in town, you know. He is entitled to go out for a drink,’ I say.

Call rolls his eyes. ‘No one just bumps into Mawgan uninvited.’

‘She could have picked him up in the pub or a cafe. Stranger things have happened,’ I say, not believing it myself.

‘Yeah … but he’s not her type, surely?’

‘And she’s not his type.’

‘I don’t know what type he is …’ says Cal sharply then, as if he’s regretted his tone, adds, ‘In fact, we don’t really know what he actually does all day, do we?’

‘Writes his book, I suppose, and he goes out running and walking. He used to pop into the cafe and work on his laptop over a coffee, but he hasn’t been over lately. Funnily enough, he never has that much to say to me now.’ Yes, there is sarcasm in that comment, but I don’t care. Cal asked for it.

‘He never says anything to me at all and it didn’t look like he had nothing to say on Sunday morning.

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