I look up at the top face and think of you this morning, skulking in the corner of the kitchen. You looked so disappointed to see us all together, chatting and laughing. Why do you want to be my enemy? Why did I believe you about Julie? Why, when Aiden comes on to me so much, did I believe him too? You are toxic. Aiden is opportunistic. I will box clever with you both from now on.

40

Aiden

I’m lying in bed with a bag of frozen peas on my face, trying to reduce the swelling and bruising. Working from home because I can’t go into the office. I don’t want my staff to see me looking as if I’ve been involved in a pub brawl. I keep running it back, Saffron. The scene with you, before Miles hit me. It moves across my mind on repeat, like waves across the sand.

It was beyond my dreams – you kissing me back, tasting of desire. Just the thought of it gives me an erection. I know you were off your head. I had really laid it on heavy with the gin, disguising the strength of the drinks with an overdose of lime juice. I wince in pain as I push the peas harder against my bruises. Do I feel guilty? A little. Yes. But like a puppy dog who has stolen a joint of meat, the scolding was worth it. For the feel of your body against mine. The electric heat of your kiss.

But I know I need to make amends and apologise. Otherwise I’ll never get an opportunity like it again. Throwing the peas onto the floor, I reach across my bedside table, pick up my mobile and press speed dial. You pick up.

‘Saffron, I’m sorry. I want to see you. We need to talk.’

‘What about?’

‘You know what about.’

‘I know what I don’t want to talk to you about. About how you took advantage of me in my own home. Plied me with drink. Almost destroyed my marriage. Broke your brother’s heart. He used to trust you.’

‘I just want to apologise, that’s all.’

‘I don’t want to see you again. Ever. If Miles wants to keep in touch because you’re his brother, I guess I’ll have to put up with it. But please, please, leave me alone right now.’

41

Saffron

Ted’s pointed features are buried in a frown when I enter the office. I stop at the reception desk in front of Julie.

‘Good morning Julie. We need to talk. Please put any calls on hold and come with me into my office.’

Her usually cheery face crumples. Does she think I am going to sack her?

‘Of course.’