Time After Time: A heart-warming novel about love, loss and second chances. Hannah McKinnon Mary

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      Chris put his mug down with a loud clunk. ‘Who did you meet? Anybody I know?’

      His jealous streak hadn’t changed much.

       Think, Hayley. Think …

      ‘Oh alright,’ she said brightly, grateful she’d always had a good memory for dates. ‘I went to arrange some things for your birthday. Don’t ask or it’ll spoil the surprise.’ She hoped he didn’t have a built-in bullshit detector.

      ‘Oh.’ He smiled and his face looked completely different – calm and kind, attractive. Time had perhaps rendered his face slightly less chiselled, but he was no doubt still turning heads. ‘Okay,’ he continued, ‘I just wondered where you were. Ellen said you fainted or something. You don’t need me to stay do you? Only, I’ve got plans.’

      She waved her hand around, trying to stop herself from punching the air. ‘I’m fine. A bit tired.’

      ‘Good. I’m going out to play footie with the lads then straight to the club. What are you doing?’

      Hayley didn’t have the faintest idea. ‘Oh, uh …’ She scratched her forehead. ‘I thought I’d get some work done?’

      He scrunched up his face. ‘Since when do secretaries work on a Saturday? Charles had better be paying you.’

      ‘Secretary? Charles?’

      ‘I prefer him to his dad,’ Chris said, ignoring her confusion. ‘Ronald kept putting ideas in your head.’

      ‘Hmmm …’ Hayley’s mind went into overdrive.

       Alright. Let’s see what I can get out of you.

      ‘Last night I dreamt about the day you proposed,’ Hayley said.

      ‘Really?’ Chris turned his back and pulled a loaf of bread from the cupboard.

      ‘Yes.’ She watched as he took the butter out of the fridge and spread it thickly on a chunk of bread he ripped off. She remembered how he used to like her – or anyone for that matter – stroking his ego. ‘It reminded me how much I love it when you tell the story.’

       Ugh, that was gushy. Bat your eyelashes and twiddle your hair, why don’t you?

      ‘Do you?’ he said.

      ‘Yes. Go on,’ she said. ‘Tell me.’

      Chris took a big bite of the bread and rolled his eyes.

      She smiled. ‘Please?’

       I’m going to make myself sick.

      He clicked his tongue. ‘Oh, okay. We were in your bedroom. You wanted to go out. I didn’t want you to because I had to work.’ He paused. ‘I was a bit jealous back then.’ He chewed and then swallowed loudly.

       No kidding. Then what? Tell me what happened next, you bastard, I need to know.

      ‘Only a little bit.’ She smiled at him. ‘Go on.’

      He rolled his eyes again and shook his head. ‘I asked you to marry me, you jumped off your bed, squealed ‘yes, yes, yes’, and almost knocked me over.’

      What felt like a fragment of a memory fluttered through Hayley’s brain. The look on his face when she said yes. The sinking feeling in her chest that she pushed away, not wanting to spoil the moment.

      He turned away and filled a glass with water from the tap.

       I said yes straight away. Oh fuck. What an idiot!

      ‘I said yes. You didn’t break my door,’ she muttered to herself.

      ‘Eh?’ he said and took a sip of water. ‘What door?’

      ‘Nothing.’ Trying very hard to make a statement rather than ask a question she added, ‘And then I left university.’

      Chris’ brow furrowed. ‘Why are you bringing this up? It was your idea. You said you wanted to help with the mortgage when Mum died.’

       She died? That’s why I quit university?

      His face softened again as he broke into a grin, then he chuckled. ‘Remember the look on your mum and dad’s faces when we told them, eh?’

      She could very well imagine it – probably horror rather than delight at seeing her drop out of law school so she could help pay her fiancé’s mortgage.

      ‘I wonder what would have happened if I’d finished my law degree?’

      ‘What’s with you today?’ He shook his head. ‘I would have had to sell my house.’

      ‘Yes, but –’

      ‘Jesus, Hayley, ever since Ronald died you moan non-stop.’

      ‘Well –’

      ‘Seriously, every day I have to listen to you complain about Charles.’ He laughed. ‘But he is a flashy fucker. All Rolex watches, Armani suits and hot chicks. Lucky bastard. Bet you that’s the life.’ He reached over to give her a slap on the bum but Hayley deftly slid out of reach.

      Suddenly she wondered if she’d ever had kids with this man and tried to stop herself from screaming. ‘So …’ She cleared her throat in an attempt to buy time and calm her nerves. ‘I spoke with Jackie the other day.’

      ‘Yeah?’

      ‘Yes. She and Ray had a bit of a pregnancy scare.’

      ‘Jesus, she isn’t, is she?’

      She watched him closely. ‘No,’ she shook her head. ‘She isn’t.’

      ‘God, can you imagine?’ he said and snorted. ‘Kids. Ugh.’

      ‘Well … you used to say you wanted some.’

      ‘Pfff, yeah when I was a teenager.’ He looked at her sharply. ‘Shit! Are you trying to tell me you’re in the fat club?’

      ‘Fat club? What? No!’

      ‘Thank fuck for that.’ Chris stuffed the rest of the bread into his mouth, dropping crumbs everywhere. ‘We’re getting too old for that kind of shit.’

      She needed to get him out of the house before she burst into tears. Or strangled him. Or both. ‘You’re working tonight?’

      ‘Yeah, at Crowbar. Spikey reckons I should have more gigs soon. I’ll be out all night.’

      ‘That’s good.’

       Good that you’ll be out.

      ‘When are you leaving?’ she СКАЧАТЬ