Page 37 of The Vow We Made
It’s thanks to Bronte that I have this opportunity. She set up the interview with the head of production, demonstrating it pays to part on good terms with your would-be rock star ex-boyfriend who didn’t quite make it in the music industry so turned to a career in movies instead. Lucky for me, she’s stayed in touch with Roddy Blight after they split.
“Which particular ex are you talking about?” Steph asks, her tongue in cheek. I can only guess she’s mentally running through the long list of men from Bronte’s past.
“You remember Roddy. He was the lead singer in The Board.”
“I haven’t a clue who you mean.” Steph was never particularly impressed with any of Bronte’s boyfriends and often gets mixed up due to the sheer volume of men who have been and gone in Bronte’s life.
“You remember.” Bronte eagerly pokes her in the arm. “He finished with the band and ended up at the London Film School.”
“Him! You’re kidding me!” She laughs. “Isn’t he worth a pretty penny nowadays?” Steph smirks. “I bet you regret dumping his arse now.”
Bronte shrugs. “Not really. We weren’t compatible, in the romantic sense, but he’s a great guy which is why we kept in touch.”
“I’m so pleased you did! It’ll be great to have in the company portfolio if we get it.” I stand from my seat, carrying my breakfast bowl to the sink, but still eating when my phone chimes with a new message.
“Is that Mr Fantastic already?” Steph asks as I cram the last of my Frosties into my mouth and quickly retrieve my phone to hide the incoming message from prying eyes. I have no intention of showing them anything. When I open the screen, grabby hands snatch it away before I have a chance to read it.
“He’s keen. I’ll give him that.” Bronte says while getting a good eye full ofmymessage.
“Give it to me.” I try to reach for my phone, but her tall frame makes it difficult. She waves it in the air and reads the text aloud while I jump in a bid to retrieve it.
“Looking forward to Wednesday.”
“What’s happening Wednesday?” she asks, annoyed I haven’t already told her this part. “Another date planned already?”
“Give that back you nosey cow.” I’m still clawing up her long arms. “Anyway, how do you know it’s from him?”
And this is where my stupid argument falls down when she carries on,
“I’ll be waiting.
Aiden,
XX”
She smiles sarcastically.
I stop jumping. There’s isn’t much we don’t know about one another, but it would have been nice to pick up his text myself.
I finally concede. “Alright, yes. I am seeing him again, but don’t act so surprised. It can’t be a complete shock.”
“After the stupid, soppy looks you’ve been giving? No, although I’m not overly impressed with his message. Why isn’t he telling you how much he misses you or how he wants to rip your clothes off?”
“Bronte,” I scold. “I keep trying to tell you, he’s a perfect gentleman.”
“And hot as fuck if I remember correctly. I think you need to spice things up. Send him a sext message back and tell him about your lacy knickers or something.”
I answer her with wide eyes as my mouth twitches a little to hold in a giggle. “We’re fine thank you.”
Bronte finally hands over my phone and after I’ve double checked the message to make sure she isn’t leaving anything out, I busy myself with the dishes.
“Anything else we need to know about this date of yours?” Steph asks.
“Unless you want to know how he held me while we watched London glide by.” They gasp and break into simultaneous girly giggles. “His kiss…” My voice fades away and I close my eyes, taking a deep, controlled breath. When I open them, the girls are waiting with open mouths.
“What?” I ask them, knowing full well but I do like a wind up. It’s too much for Steph, who is now wide eyed and impatient, “Um, you were saying, about the kiss.”
“Oh, yes. Sorry. I replayed that bit in my head.” Leaning against the sink, I motion a zip across my mouth and then return my attention to the washing-up. I call behind me, “Some things are private.” And I giggle to myself.
