Page 129 of Playing the Game
TWENTY-FOUR
JONAS
They’d spent the evening playing with Olive. Once she’d gone down for the night, they’d switched to reconciling in a strictly adults-only manner.
The next morning, Jonas lay in Adam’s bed, listening to him banging around downstairs. He could hear Adam talking nonsense to his daughter. It made Jonas smile.
He grabbed his phone from the nightstand. There was a message from Heidi. What had happened over the last twenty-four hours couldn’t be conveyed textually. Instead he connected a call.
“Hi,” she said. “Are you okay?”
Jonas frowned. There was serious noise in the background. “Where are you?”
“The airport. Work thing. Where are you?”
“Adam’s.”
“What the fuck?”
Jonas beamed. “So he’s not cheating. He’s not ill and neither is Jen.”
“What is it then?”
“You swear to secrecy?”
“Do you have to ask?”
“He’s a father.”
Silence. He supposed she was as stunned as he’d been.
“A fucking father? Since when?”
“A few months, judging by the size of her. We didn’t get into the specifics.”
“Shit. I presume you’re in his bed right now.”
She knew him far too well for his liking. “I am and I’ll do it again.”
“Are you happy?”
“We’ve some things to smooth out. Even so, I think we’ve taken this to the next level. I even told him about Mum.”
Heidi was probably the only person in the world who truly recognised what that meant for him.
“That’s a big step, babe.”
“I know. He’s worth it.”
“Then I’m really bloody happy for you. I hope that doesn’t mean I lose out on private jet trips to Sweden.”
“I’ll always make time for you, sugar.”
“Correct answer. Listen, they’re boarding my plane. I’ll call you later.”
“Safe journey.”
“I love you.”
