Best of Friends. Cathy Kelly

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      ‘Lovely to meet you. My wife adores your show,’ he said.

      ‘How nice of you to say so,’ cried Abby. Selina treated this like work but it wasn’t at all. People were really so sweet.

      Duty done, Selina grabbed Tom’s arm and led him to the back of the gallery where small pockets of people stood on the edge of the crowd. To the left stood two very young women who were talking quietly together but eyeing the group as though they longed to be part of it but were too shy to approach.

      ‘Do me a huge favour and talk to those two, will you?’ Selina begged. ‘The red-haired one is the MD’s niece. She’s coming in to work as an assistant next week but she doesn’t know anyone yet and he wants me to keep an eye on her.’

      ‘They’ll want real TV people.’ Tom grinned lazily down at Selina. ‘They’ll be bored with a dull old teacher.’

      ‘Stop fishing for compliments,’ Selina scolded, thinking how lucky Abby Barton was. With his ruffled greying hair, angular face and eyes like deep-set pools of midnight black ink, Tom Barton definitely did not fit the mould of a dull old teacher. Just because he was utterly without vanity and clearly never bothered about what he wore, it didn’t mean that he wasn’t an attractive man. There was, she thought, something sexy about all that intense brain power, and his other-worldliness reminded Selina of a patrician Knight of the Round Table, always choosing the hard path because suffering was nobler. Tom made such a change from the thrusting young things who worked in television and who wore much better suits than Tom’s shabby grey one, but who could only talk about their new cars or their high-tech mobile phones. Tom could blind you with brilliance over the fall of the Byzantine Empire – Selina knew; she had hung on every word of that particular conversation, and, strangely, she’d never been interested in history before. He’d definitely grown better looking with age too. Lucky Tom. No, Selina corrected herself, lucky Abby.

      She’d bet he was a darling at home. Those gentlemanly types were always rushing to open doors and carry in the shopping for you. Selina was unattached and had to drag her own shopping in from the car, more’s the pity.

      For three-quarters of an hour, Tom and Abby didn’t catch sight of each other. Abby charmed her way through several groups of people, aware that her husband would be perfectly happy on his own. Tom said that years of suffering through parent-teacher nights meant there was no social occasion on which he was stuck for words.

      It was nearly nine when Abby escaped from the final group, all of whom were nicely merry and already planning where they’d go next. She herself had stopped after one small glass of wine – it was her turn to drive home. She peered round the room and finally spotted Tom in a corner with two attractive young women. Twenty-somethings, dolled up in the high-street version of the designer suede skirt and cashmere knit that Abby was wearing.

      The three of them certainly seemed to be enjoying themselves and were laughing as though they’d found more to talk about than television ratings and tax breaks for production companies. The blonde was nearly as tall as Tom and, from Abby’s viewpoint, she was definitely giving him the come-on, angling her skinny pelvis towards him, smiling, even flicking her hair coquettishly.

      Abby felt the mildest tinge of irritation. Not that she was worried about Tom – heavens no. Tom was quite genuinely immune to flirting. If offered a choice between a discussion on the intellectual concept of school league tables or a torrid session in bed with a supermodel, he’d plump for the discussion. But that girl should know better. If she got any closer to Tom, she’d be on top of him.

      ‘Hello,’ Abby said breezily, and slipped an arm through her husband’s. ‘Ready to go yet?’

      ‘Oh, you can’t go now,’ wailed the blonde, her pretty face assuming a child-like petulance. ‘We’re having such a nice time. Nobody ever explained things to me in school like Tom can. He’s telling us all about girls in harems like in that picture over there.’

      Abby wondered who she was. Somebody’s model girlfriend? A would-be TV star?

      ‘My wife says we have to go and we have to go,’ Tom replied, giving the blonde a warm smile.

      Abby’s irritation level ratcheted up another notch. Tom made it sound as if she was a martinet dragging him away from fun. All she needed was a rolling pin to hit him over the head and she’d be perfectly in character.

      ‘Don’t let me tear you away, darling,’ she said, with heavy emphasis on the ‘darling’.

      ‘Yes, stay a bit longer,’ begged the blonde leggy section of his audience. ‘Just for another drink?’

      ‘Yes, do,’ said the other girl.

      Tom shot a glance at his wife. His weakness was a captive audience.

      ‘Of course, stay,’ Abby said easily, her professional mask firmly in place. ‘I have lots of people to talk to, anyhow. I just thought we should get home to Jess before too long. Our daughter,’ she explained politely to the blonde.

      Bright-faced, she surged back into the party and found Selina.

      ‘Anyone else you want me to talk to?’ she asked.

      ‘You look very flushed, Abby,’ said Selina in surprise. ‘Are you all right?’

      

      The journey home was silent. Abby, glad to have the diversion of driving, stared grimly at the road and told herself that she was overreacting. Tom had simply been polite. Selina had asked him to talk to the girls, he’d explained.

      All he’d been doing was enjoying a relaxing glass of wine after a long day, Abby thought. Nothing more. And it was probably nice to have people listen to him when he talked: he was always saying that the pupils in the boys’ school where he worked were so focused on exams that they only wanted to hear things they could use for the Junior or Leaving Certs.

      ‘I’m tired,’ he said, through a Grand Canyon of a yawn, without bothering to put his hand over his mouth. ‘Those duty parties are always exhausting.’

      Abby’s anger resurfaced and she had to bite her lip so she wouldn’t point out that he hadn’t seemed in the least bit exhausted earlier. ‘Mmm,’ was all she said.

      ‘You all right?’ he asked.

      ‘I’ve got a headache.’ And that was more or less true, she thought. Irritation always gave her a headache because she clenched her jaw so tightly.

      ‘Oh.’ With that, Tom leaned back against his headrest and closed his eyes. He could sleep anywhere.

      Abby gripped the steering wheel tightly and drove on into the night, thinking of all the smart remarks she should have made to put the blonde twenty-something bimbo in her box. If only Tom still gave her that kind of attention.

       CHAPTER THREE

      The weekend whizzed past with the whole family resolutely doing their own things. Jess spent most of Saturday in her room revising, then Abby dropped her off at Steph’s to get ready for their friend’s party. Abby had given permission for Jess to stay the night at Steph’s, and she couldn’t very well argue when Steph’s mother phoned on Sunday СКАЧАТЬ