The Hideaway by Sheila O'Flanagan

Author:Sheila O'Flanagan [O'Flanagan, Sheila]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HeadlinePublisher
Published: 2018-03-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

I didn’t mention to Pep that I’d been to a fortune teller. It wasn’t the sort of thing I’d want to talk to him about, and anyhow, I was too embarrassed to admit I’d gone, even to myself. I put everything Magda had said out of my head and instead considered my actual future. The real-life one that I was going to face for myself. How was I going to move on from here? Should I stay in Spain for the rest of my sabbatical from work, or should I go home and get back to my real life? Did I want to stay or leave? And what influence would Pep have over my decision?

As for Magda’s comments about my future – if she was right (which she wasn’t), how likely was it that I could ever be deep and meaningful with Pep Navarro when, just a year ago, he’d told Rosa Johnson that he was too young for commitment? All the same, the sex was still great and I didn’t want to finish with that. Which presumably meant I was far more shallow than deep and meaningful myself!

I was looking forward to seeing him the next morning, his usual day for cleaning the pool. Often he was already at work when I came downstairs, but this morning there was no sign of him so I assumed he’d been delayed at the finca. I squeezed a couple of oranges for some fresh juice, chopped some of the fruit I’d bought during the week, and took my breakfast to the patio. Banquo joined me, stretching out in the shade of the table, close to my feet.

‘Do you commune with psychic cats?’ I asked him as I rubbed him with my toes. ‘Have you heard of an Egyptian moggy called Tetu?’

Banquo purred.

‘According to him, I’m going to fall madly in love,’ I added. ‘But my fortune teller hasn’t told me when exactly my handsome prince will show up.’

I heard the sound of the gates open and the van drove up to the house. I grinned. Coming by the twisty road from his family’s finca, Pep had to travel a long distance. And one psychic’s deep and meaningful was another person’s good time. I put Magda Burnaia and her predictions out of my mind and went to meet my handsome prince.

But it wasn’t Pep who got out of the van. It was his brother, Luis.

‘Hola,’ he said.

‘Hola.’ I looked at him in surprise. ‘Where’s Pep?’

‘He is in Mallorca, of course,’ said Luis.

‘Mallorca!’ Pep hadn’t said anything about going to Mallorca. ‘Why? When did he go?’

‘This morning,’ said Luis. ‘Early. He has gone to assist my aunt.’

‘Assist your aunt? Doing what?’

‘Tía Almudena has a boat hire business in Soller,’ Luis replied. ‘One of her staff left unexpectedly. Pep has gone to fill the space for a time.’

‘How long a time?’ I asked.

‘A couple of weeks.’

I stared at him. The thought going through my head at that moment was that the Navarro family had sent Pep away.

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