I make the long journey to the edge of the bed and out onto the landing, where the sounds are slightly louder but still muffled. I scan the space below, seeing no sign of Jesse.
Deciding he must be in the kitchen, I make my way down the stairs, but as I approach the archway into the kitchen, I stop and back track. I look through the glass door to the gym, set on an angle just before the kitchen, and see Jesse in a pair of running shorts, going hell for leather on the treadmill. Well, that explains the strange distant noise. I watch him running with his back to me, his solid expanse of skin shimmering with sweat beads as he watches the sports news on the suspended T. V in front of him.
I leave him be. I’ve already disturbed one run. I make my way into the kitchen to fill the kettle and go about making myself a coffee. It’s not Starbucks, but it’ll do.
The familiar sound of my phones ring tone fills the room, and I look across the kitchen to see it charging on the worktop. I scoop it up and disconnect it from the charger. It’s my mother. I’m promptly reminded of her call to me yesterday – the one that I’ve not yet returned and really, really don’t want to. My wide awake, good mood is instantly drowned out.
‘Hi, Mum. ’ I greet cheerfully, screwing my face up in apprehension. Here come the twenty questions.
‘Oh, you’re alive. Joseph, cancel the search party. I’ve found her!’
I roll my eyes at my mum’s idea of funny. Obviously, she was expecting a call back before now. ‘Point taken. What did Matt want?’
‘I have no idea. The man never called us once when you were together. He asked how we were, made small talk, you know. It was all very strange. Why is he calling us, Ava?’
‘I don’t know, Mum. ’ I moan tiredly, but I suspect I do. He’s on a worming mission.
‘He mentioned another man. ’
‘He did?’ My tone is high pitched, a complete give away to my surprise and probably my guilt too. Damn you, Jesse Ward, for intercepting my phone. It would have been easier to brush off Matt’s tales if I didn’t have to explain about the mystery man who answered my phone yesterday.
‘Yes, he said you were seeing someone else. So soon, Ava. Really?’
‘Mum, I’m not seeing someone else. ’ I do a quick check over my shoulder to make sure I’m still alone. I’m doing more than seeing someone. I’m in love with someone.
‘Who was that man who answered your phone?’
‘I told you, just a friend. ’ Please drop it!
‘Good. You’re in your mid-twenties, in London Town and fresh out of a shitty relationship. Don’t be falling into the arms of the first man that shows you a bit of attention. ’
I blush scarlet on the spot, even though she can’t see me. I don’t think you could describe what this man gives me as “a bit of attention”. At only forty seven herself and having had Dan at just eighteen and me at twenty one, she missed out on all the benefits of being young in London. She’s now retired in Newquay before the age of fifty. I know she won’t be pleased if she finds out I’m being swallowed up in lust.
‘I won’t, Mum. I’m just having lots of fun,’ I assure her. I’m having fun all right. Just not the sort of fun that she has in mind. ‘How’s Dad?’
‘Oh, you know. Golf mad, badminton mad, cricket mad. He has to keep on the go or he’ll go mad. ’
‘It’s better than sitting on his backside all day, though. ’ I say, collecting a mug from the cupboard. I make my way to the fridge.
‘He made such a fuss about leaving the city, but I knew he would be dead in a few years if I didn’t get him out. Now I can’t tie him down for anything. He’s always got something happening. ’
I open the fridge – no milk. ‘That’s good, isn’t it? Keeping him active?’ I sit myself on the bar stool without my needed coffee.
‘Oh, I’m not complaining. He’s lost a few pounds too. ’
‘How much?’ This is good. Everyone always said Dad was a walking heart attack candidate, with his weight, love of a few too many pints and a stressful job. As it turns out, everyone was right.
‘Just over a stone,’
‘Wow, I’m impressed. ’
‘No more than me, Ava. So, what have you got to report?’
Loads! ‘Nothing much, I’ve been stacked out at work. I secured the next project from the developer of Lusso. ’ I need to talk work. I’ll have no hair left if she starts prying into my social life.
‘Brilliant! I was showing Sue the photos on the internet. The penthouse!’ she sings.
Yes, I’m sat in it now. ‘Yeah,’ I need some wine.