Chasing the Sun: The laugh-out-loud summer romance you need on your holiday!. Katy Colins

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СКАЧАТЬ I may be stubborn, but he takes it to a whole new level. He’s a terror, but you can’t help but love him.’ She followed her surly son with a look of fondness that dispelled how irritated she had been a second ago. She gently lowered Lily into her high chair, strapped her in and handed her a rusk to eat. ‘Cole’s going through a stage; well, that’s what everyone keeps telling me. I didn’t realise how hard it would be with two of them though. Luckily, Mike is amazing and pulls his weight, unlike a lot of the partners of the NCT mums I know.’

      I nodded and made what I hoped were the right sort of noises, as if I had the faintest idea what NCT stood for.

      ‘They can be a handful but it’s all worth it.’ She smiled adoringly at her daughter. ‘Thank you so much for looking after them. Don’t worry about the mess; it’s part and parcel of parenting.’

      I got up to fix us mugs of tea. ‘Any time,’ I replied, crossing my fingers that the next time would be when they were in their teens.

      ‘What did you mean when you said it had been a bad day?’

      I shook my head, focusing on a crusty piece of cake mixture that had made its way onto the kettle.

      ‘Georgia? You all right?’

      ‘Yep.’ I plastered on a smile. ‘Well, not really.’ I sighed and plopped squashed tea bags into the bin. ‘I just found out that we’ve lost out on this really important business deal. A deal that I was in charge of and had been so sure we’d get.’ I picked up one of Lily’s baby toys, running my fingers between the soft ears of the pink, stuffed rabbit. ‘We’d worked so hard on the presentation and they seemed to love what we do, but apparently it wasn’t enough.’ I felt a bubble of sick rise in my throat thinking of how I was going to break the news to the team.

      ‘That makes two of us not doing a great job today.’

      ‘There’ll be other auditions, hun.’

      ‘It’s over, Georgia. I shouldn’t have gone in the first place. Who do I think I am, chasing some dream that’s so far out of my reach? I need to realise that this is my job now.’ She nodded at her baby girl, who had somehow managed to get the lurid orange paste Marie was feeding her all over her face and in her soft, downy hair. ‘You’ve seen what it’s like looking after them; it’s hard work but I do love it, and I love them. I mean, just look at how far we’ve both come! You with your super-fantastic business, me with these two little rascals. Why can’t I be happy with what I’ve got? Why do I have to chase some pipe dream?’

      ‘You can’t just give up though!’ I turned around, not buying what she was saying. ‘You’re an excellent actress!’

      ‘I can and I am, at least until they are a little older.’ She nodded determinedly. ‘But, thanks for watching them anyway. Waiting in the audition room with girls a lot slimmer, younger and hungrier than I am for the role, helped me to see that I’m tired of the auditions and the disappointments. I should be focused on my real job here.’

      ‘I promise I’ll be here to watch them for the next audition,’ I said firmly, ignoring her change of heart. She was too good to give up. ‘Just with less baking and less Nutella.’

      ‘We’ll see; anyway, try not to be too down-hearted about your deal. You’ll find something bigger and better than that. I’m sure of it.’ She gently patted my arm before Lily noisily filled her nappy. ‘She doesn’t seem to be having any trouble digesting those biscuits you gave her!’ Marie laughed and scooped her daughter up.

      *

      By the time I arrived home I felt wrung out. My hands were sticky, my head was banging, and melted chocolate buttons were smeared over my new top, which I’d worn thinking my day would be spent celebrating our win, not playing referee between two under-fours.

      ‘Hey, babe, how was your day?’ Ben called from the bedroom. I wandered in to see him sitting on the floor, surrounded by boxes and the contents of his chest of drawers. Clothes were strewn everywhere.

      ‘Hey,’ I said, brushing off icing sugar from my jacket and picking at a dubious crusty stain on my black trousers.

      ‘Jeezus, what’s happened to you?’ He flicked his head up and pulled a face at the smell of sweat and defeat clouding around me.

      ‘Toddlers and babies is what happened.’ I tried to make my way over to him without breaking my ankle on the stacks of books or the leaning tower of video-game boxes that blocked my path.

      ‘You what?’

      ‘Marie had a babysitting crisis so I said I’d watch Cole and Lily for her.’ I saw Ben raise an eyebrow from the corner of my eye.

      ‘So, you weren’t at the office for the debrief call?’

      I purposely ignored him. ‘Seriously, it was like a war zone.’ I shivered as flashbacks of nappy bags and tepid tea came rushing back. ‘I honestly don’t know how she does it. Although Cole was pretty cute just as I was leaving; he’d drawn this picture of us on an aeroplane. Future artist in the making, that one.’ I let out a yawn and grumbled at the state of our room. Flopping on the bed would have to wait. ‘I’ll make a start on dinner.’

      I padded to the kitchen and opened the fridge, then pulled out a chilled bottle of white wine.

      ‘You want one?’ I asked Ben, as he wandered in behind me.

      ‘I’ll pass, thanks. Seeing how traumatised you’re acting, neither do you!’

      ‘What?’ I looked up, confused. ‘I meant wine; do you want a glass of wine?’

      ‘Oh, erm yeah,’ he mumbled sheepishly. ‘Go on then.’

      I poured large slugs of Sauvignon Blanc into two glasses, trying not to spill a drop, and took a long sip, feeling it relaxing me as soon as the tang of grapes hit my throat.

      ‘So, apart from watching those two, how was your day?’

      I turned and opened up a cupboard, pretending to be searching for something to cook for dinner. ‘Oh, fine.’

      ‘I’ve been waiting for your call. The final decision on the investment was today, wasn’t it?’ I could sense the excitement in his voice. ‘You nailed it, didn’t you? I knew you would!’

      I swallowed down the acidic bubble of bile that had leapt up my throat. I’d been so full of confidence that we had it in the bag when I’d left the meeting. Why did I have to jump the gun like that?

      ‘Georgia?’ He pushed, waiting for my answer, his face growing more concerned as he took in my expression.

      I shook my head slowly, hoping the words would form. They didn’t.

      ‘What? We didn’t get it?’

      ‘No,’ I squeaked, as a bag of pasta shells tumbled from the shelf and burst over the floor. ‘Crap.’

      He slapped his palm against the kitchen counter, making me jump. ‘Sorry. It’s just … it’s just you sounded so sure, that it was a done deal. Our presentation was watertight. I don’t understand what went wrong? Did they give you any explanation when they called?’

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