Chapters (84)
- Chapter one
- Chapter two
- Chapter three
- Chapter four
- Chapter five
- Chapter six
- Chapter seven
- Chapter eight
- Chapter nine
- Chapter ten
- Chapter eleven
- Chapter twelve
- Chapter thirteen
- Chapter fourteen
- Chapter fifteen
- Chapter sixteen
- Chapter seventeen
- Chapter eighteen
- Chapter nineteen
- Chapter twenty
- Chapter twenty-one
- Chapter twenty-two
- Chapter twenty-three
- Chapter twenty-four
- Chapter twenty-five
- Chapter twenty-six
- Chapter twenty-seven
- Chapter twenty-eight
- Chapter twenty-nine
- Chapter thirty
- Chapter thirty-one
- Chapter thirty-two
- Chapter thirty-three
- Chapter thirty-four
- Chapter thirty-five
- Chapter thirty-six
- Chapter thirty-seven
- Chapter thirty-eight
- Chapter thirty-nine
- Chapter forty
- Chapter forty-one
- Chapter forty-two
- Chapter forty-three
- Chapter forty-four
- Chapter forty-five
- Chapter forty-six
- Chapter forty-seven
- Chapter forty-eight
- Chapter forty-nine
- Chapter fifty
- Chapter fifty-one
- Chapter fifty-two
- Chapter fifty-three
- Chapter fifty-four
- Chapter fifty-five
- Chapter fifty-six
- Chapter fifty-seven
- Chapter fifty-eight
- Chapter fifty-nine
- Chapter sixty
- Chapter sixty-one
- Chapter sixty-two
- Chapter sixty-three
- Chapter sixty-four
- Chapter sixty-five
- Chapter sixty-six
- Chapter sixty-seven
- Chapter sixty-eight
- Chapter sixty-nine
- Chapter seventy
- Chapter seventy-one
- Chapter seventy-two
- Chapter seventy-three
- Chapter seventy-four
- Chapter seventy-five
- Chapter seventy-six
- Chapter seventy-seven
- Chapter seventy-eight
- Chapter seventy-nine
- Chapter eighty
- Chapter eighty-one
- Chapter eighty-two
- Chapter eighty-three
- Chapter eighty-four
She heard the flicking of pages, which she presumed was Pip checking his diary. ‘Work’s manic,’ he said. ‘Lunch never involves much more than a quick sandwich on the run. Why don’t we meet up tomorrow?’
‘Tomorrow? Saturday?’
‘I’ve plenty of time then,’ Pip said. ‘I thought that would be better for you with the kids.’
‘Oh yes, right. The kids.’
‘I can jump on the bike and come up to you,’ he offered. ‘It’ll give me an excuse to go for a ride.’
She should be pleased about this. She knew she should. But Edie had envisaged a quiet little lunch far away from her own stamping ground—maybe followed by a blissfully unhindered afternoon of shopping all to herself. ‘I’d rather come to you,’ she said weakly.
‘I wouldn’t dream of it,’ Pip insisted. ‘Do you know a good place?’
‘Yes.’ Good grief, when was the last time she’d been out for a bijou little lunch? The only time they ever went out to eat these days was with the kids and that was usually to Pizza Hut or Burger King.
Edie trawled her brain and netted the first name that came to mind. It was a pseudo-French place just off the main high street that was always getting decent reviews in the local paper. ‘Ménage à Trois.’ She almost choked on the words as she said them. Good grief, was there any significance in this? What had her horoscope said this morning? There were a dozen other restaurants in the centre of town that were equally respected. Why had she chosen the only one with a loaded name? Was this a fateful portent that she should take notice of? She repeated it, hoping that it was indeed a good place, and she swallowed hard as she heard Pip scribble the name down.
‘Sounds fun.’
‘Yes.’ Edie chuckled nervously. Was he flirting with her?
‘And rather suitable, don’t you think?’ Pip said with a laugh.
Yes, Edie thought, but not for the same reasons you’re assuming.
‘I’ll see you there at one o’clock.’
‘One o’clock’s fine,’ she said, hoping that it would be.
‘Great,’ Pip said. ‘Until tomorrow.’
‘Yes.’ Edie hung up. At that exact moment Archie screamed his discontent at being awake and lacking entertainment for five minutes. Back to earth. Back to reality. Edie sighed as she went upstairs to get her son, the conversation with Pip replaying in her head. Until tomorrow.
Chapter forty-five
Chapter forty-five