Page 78 of Musical Games
She giggled into his jacket. ‘Jamie, is that an earl’s sausage or are you pleased to see me?’
He huffed into her hair. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen.’
She pulled her head out of his jacket and grinned. ‘I’m not sorry, I thought you’d forgotten all about me.’
The colour in his cheeks deepened and his eyes darkened.
‘Never.’
They took a taxi back to her flat in Shepherd’s Bush. Jamie had worried about the cost, but Sam told him they could charge it to theBraveheart 2production. She knew it was a legitimate expense, but she would have paid anyway. She didn’t want to share Jamie with tube and bus passengers. She kept her fingers threaded through his. His eyes kept moving from the window to her as if he couldn’t decide what to look at.
‘Have you ever been to London before?’
He shook his head.
‘Did you remember your passport?’
‘I don’t have one.’
Her mouth opened and she shut it again.Think before you speak, Smulan!
‘Well, in honour of your first visit to our great nation’s capital, I’ve created a packed schedule.’
‘You have?’ He looked panicked.
‘It’s fine, it’s nothing much,’ she lied, inwardly cringing. ‘We’re recording tomorrow through to Friday. Thursday night we’re going for a meal to celebrate my sister Anna’s birthday and Saturday night we’re going to the soap awards.’
Seeing his expression, she decided it was probably best not to mention the interview with the journalist she’d lined up.
‘Yourfamily? Thesoapawards?’
‘Don’t worry, they’re not like me, you’ll be fine.’
He pulled his hand from hers and rubbed his face. His breath was changing, speeding up. She rubbed his thigh.
‘It’ll be okay, I promise. I thought you could be my date?’ She let the question hang, watching his cheeks colour. ‘I don’t have anyone to go with and I don’t want to be anywhere near Ian Berresford right now.’
At the mention of Ian’s name, she felt his thighs stiffen.
‘I’ll do it,’ he said gruffly. She breathed again. ‘But I don’t have anything to wear.’
She squeezed his leg. ‘I’ll take you shopping on Saturday. My treat.’
The taxi pulledup outside a large white terraced house on a quiet street and they got out.
‘Is it all yours?’ he asked.
‘God no, I’d need to sell off every organ to afford that. I’ve got the ground floor flat. I think it’s the best. I don’t get heights, but I do get the garden.’
She unlocked the main door, then the one to her flat. She was suddenly shy. What would he think?
‘So, shoes can go there and let me give you these before I forget.’ She pressed a set of keys into his hand. ‘This one is for the main front door and these two are for the flat.’
‘Why do I need these?’
‘So you can come and go as you please.’
‘But won’t I be with you all the time?’
