Catching Katie. Sophie Weston
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had noticed. She did not want to give any reason to confirm whatever rumours there might be.
So she said lightly, ‘Me and Liam Brooker. He’s teaching the upper fourth salsa in their gym lesson.’
‘Liam Brooker is a maverick,’ Andrea said wistfully. She did not notice the strain in Katie’s voice. ‘Be warned. He’s also a ladies’ man.’
‘Not this lady,’ said Katie, relieved at the change of subject.
Andrea cocked an eyebrow. ‘No? You sure?’
‘Absolutely.’
The older girl looked at her curiously. ‘Why? I mean, he’s fun and he’s cool and he’s even good-looking in a battered sort of way. And you’re on the loose.’ She thought about it. ‘You haven’t got someone you’re hiding away, have you?’
Katie laughed. ‘No.’
‘Then why isn’t the dashing Liam in with a chance?’
Katie’s eyes danced. This at least was one area about which she had no secret traumas at all. ‘Three reasons. One—he doesn’t fancy me. Two—I don’t get involved with men I work with. Three—I don’t fancy him.’
Andrea was dissatisfied. ‘Why not? Every other woman in the school does.’ Although neither of them was going to admit it, this included Andrea herself.
Katie shrugged. ‘I guess I’m just different.’
‘Not that different,’ said Andrea drily. ‘You’re twenty-four. You’re unattached. Where’s the problem?’
Katie hesitated. ‘Let’s just say, I’d think very carefully before. I gave my heart.’
Andrea snorted loudly. ‘Who has time to think? You don’t know what you’re talking about.’
‘You could be right,’ Katie admitted. She pushed her half-drunk coffee away from her. ‘I’ll just put my painting stuff into the conservatory and then I’ll take you out for brunch. It’s really great of you to give me a hand like this.’
‘Any time,’ said Andrea, shrugging her shoulders. ‘Especially if you’re going to ask me over to play in this kitchen.’
Katie was stacking squares of hardboard and canvas under her arm.
‘Sure, if you want to,’ she said.
‘Really? Would it be all right?’
Katie was amused. ‘I’m house-sitting. I’m not in purdah. Mrs Harding said I could do what I want within reason.’
Andrea put down her own coffee and picked up the sketchbooks.
‘What does that mean? No Roman orgies?’
They went downstairs to the double-height conservatory. Katie dropped her load with relief and propped it behind a cane chair.
‘Well, not trash the place. And I can’t sublet, of course. Oh, and I’m not supposed to party loudly. The millionaire next door is freaky about noise.’
Andrea grinned and handed over the sketchbooks.
‘Kiss goodbye to Lucifer’s Eleven in the home, then,’ she said. ‘It’s going to be a long, boring summer.’
Haydon shut the door on Viola with finality. After a discreet couple of minutes Mrs Bates emerged from the kitchen.
‘You must be tired after your journey,’ she said. She was much too professional to refer to the altercation she could not have avoided overhearing. ‘Breakfast? Coffee?’
Haydon pushed a hand through his hair. He was beyond discretion. The Bateses had been with him a long time.
‘Women,’ he said explosively. ‘What I need is a strong drink. How is the whisky in the study?’
‘Ah.’ Mrs Bates looked uncomfortable. ‘Dr Davison arrived last night. He was working late and. . .’
Haydon sighed. Andrew Davison was an old friend and a distinguished researcher. But he left borrowed rooms in turmoil.
‘You mean the study looks like a cyclone hit it and you don’t even know where the whisky decanter is, let alone whether it’s full?’ he interpreted.
Mrs Bates chuckled. ‘That’s about the size of it.’
‘And I suppose Andrew is not up yet? So his papers are everywhere and you don’t like to tidy them in case you misplace something vital.’
Mrs Bates rode his annoyance with the ease of long practice. ‘You said yourself his work is very important.’
‘Yes.’ Haydon breathed hard. ‘I did, didn’t I? God preserve me from out of town friends.’
‘Why don’t you sit in the summerhouse?’ Mrs Bates suggested soothingly. ‘It’s a lovely morning and you’ll be quite comfortable. Bates put up the rocker. I’ll bring you out some breakfast.’
Haydon gave her a narrow-eyed look. ‘Alicia, are you pacifying me?’
‘Just trying to be practical,’ the housekeeper assured him. She added temptingly, ‘The coffee’s fresh-brewed.’
He flung up his hands. ‘Oh, very well. Whatever you say. Just make sure everyone keeps away from me until I feel human again.’
In the end Andrea would not stay for brunch. The dilapidated van was borrowed and she had to return it to her cousin’s boss. She hesitated, though, looking at Katie with concern.
‘Are you sure you’ll be all right? I mean, I know it’s a smashing gaff and everything. But it’s not like sharing, after all.’
Katie made a face. ‘After the last three months I’m never going to share again,’ she said with resolution. She hugged Andrea. ‘Believe me, being on my own is going to be a luxury.’ And, seeing her friend was still doubtful, she added, ‘First I’m going to have a Jacuzzi for the first time in my life. And then I’m going to paint the lilac tree in the garden. Heaven. Really.’
‘Oh, all right,’ said Andrea. ‘I suppose you know what you’re doing. But if you get lonely, just give me a ring.’
‘I won’t get lonely,’ said Katie.
Haydon was passing the telephone on his way to the garden when it rang. On pure instinct he picked it up.
Viola did not even wait for him to give the number. ‘Don’t think you’ve seen the last of me,’ she hissed.
She had to be on her mobile phone.
‘You shouldn’t drive and telephone at the same time,’ Haydon said calmly.
She ignored that. ‘I’m sending you the bill for the damage to my car.’
He sighed. ‘And I’ll be happy to pay it.’
‘You’d better.’
Haydon was so tired he felt light-headed. This, he thought, is ludicrous. He said so.
Viola gave a bark of unamused laughter. ‘It certainly is. I thought we were going to have a sensible talk.’
‘We did,’ Haydon said levelly. ‘There is no more to be said.’
‘Now that’s just where you’re wrong. I have plenty more to say.’
He could believe it. He said wearily, ‘Just send me the bill for the car, Viola.’
‘Oh, no. I’m not letting you walk away from this.’
He stiffened. But before he could demand an explanation, she spat ‘You owe me, Haydon. You’ll pay, believe me.’
And she cut the connection.