Tackle! by Jilly Cooper

Author:Jilly Cooper [Cooper, Jilly]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781473586635
Publisher: Transworld
Published: 2023-11-08T16:00:00+00:00

41

Everyone agreed it had been a great party. Next day, the Searston players were glad to work off their hangovers before returning to training on Monday. Lou-Easy and Marketa had to get up early to do their horses, Lou-Easy having not drunk much last night, wanting to look luscious for Orion.

Marketa, who had gone home with Facundo, was full of chat.

‘His place is so gorgeous – games room, Jacuzzi, indoor svimming pool and a pool attendant waiting up for us. Garage for six cars. Vot’s not to like?’

Lou-Easy, who was polishing Cambridgeshire winner Lady Killer’s sleek dark-brown coat, asked what Facundo was like in bed.

‘Huge villy, but not much before-play. Vot about you?’

‘I went to bed; I was tired.’

‘Vot are you up to this afternoon?’

‘I’m going to see my sister,’ lied Lou-Easy. If Marketa had been off shagging Facundo, she couldn’t be that smitten with Orion. Lou-Easy felt less guilty and asked: ‘What are you up to this afternoon?’

‘Catching up on some sleep, and I might pop into Vaitrose – ve are out of eggs.’

‘That was a good party,’ said Lou-Easy. ‘Isn’t Elijah heaven? But that Madison is awful; it was hysterical her not realising Feral had fallen asleep. Wilfie’s dad’s even worse. He shouted at poor Wilfie for riding Safety Car. Safety was more pissed than Madison.’

Six hours later, Lou-Easy rolled up at the Shaggery, the house in Cotchester Market Square in which the Searston poster boys, Orion, Downing, Josef and Galgo, now had the top two flats. A silvery-grey mini-tunic clung to Lou-Easy’s pretty figure and she was drenched in Marketa’s Coco Mademoiselle, her ash-blonde hair newly washed, not much make-up because her hands were shaking too much to apply eyeliner and almost to press the doorbell. She’d never been so much in love in her life. This was the Real Thing.

Josef, going to the flat’s front door, nearly fainted with delight to see Lou-Easy on the indoor security camera. Pressing the button, he bid her come up to the third floor, and hastily patted his hair, pulled down his T-shirt and splashed on some of Downing’s aftershave.

‘Hello, Orion.’ Tearing up the stairs, trembling with excitement, Louisa was startled to see his flatmate Josef.

She looked so ravishing, Josef wanted to take her in his arms.

‘Orion is not ’ere. He’ll be back soon, I expect.’

Steering her away from the kitchen, where Downing was breakfasting on Alka-Seltzer and watching porn, he led her into the sitting room, which was furnished with huge black leather sofas, a vast television, two exercise bikes and, on hangers, rows of clothes that Orion sold online.

Throwing a cushion over a pink sequinned shawl left on one of the sofas, Josef said to Lou-Easy:

‘Vait vile I get you a glass of vine and some Scottish shortbread. How is your Jack Russell terrier? How are your horses?’

‘None of them are running today,’ said Lou-Easy, who was admiring the photographs of Orion on the wall. What a beauty he was.

‘I vill be back in a minute.’

Back in the kitchen, he asked, ‘Vere the hell is Orion?’

‘God knows,’ said Downing.

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