Why had she said that? The one thing likely to piss him off more than anything was the thought of her with someone else full stop, but Howser was guaranteed to send him into the stratosphere of annoyance.
The boarding call for her flight was announced so as she made her way to the desk she quickly replied.
She boarded and took her seat and felt slightly relieved to be dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and that the seat next to her was empty. It was a shame she couldn’t text Jim, but after take-off she settled down and quickly fell into a sound sleep. When she woke up, she realised they were only about an hour from London. She obviously needed the sleep she’d been missing over the last week.
As soon as she got through customs she jumped into the back of a cab and wondered briefly what awaited her when she arrived home. Partly as a distraction she text Jim.
The taxi pulled up outside the block of flats where Tasha lived with Lucy. She drew in a very deep breath. She was back, and while one part of her was glad, a larger part of her was sad.
She climbed the stairs, pulling her case behind her and let herself in. She dumped her luggage at the bottom of her bed and quickly changed into clean pyjamas and crawled into her comfortable, but suddenly small and lonely bed she doubted she’d fall asleep in. She was wrong.
Waking with a start, Tasha realised her phone was ringing. She grabbed for it and answered groggily.
“Tash, it’s Angie. I thought I’d better make sure you’d remembered you had an appointment at ten.”
“Thanks. What time is it now?”
“Just before eight. Do you want to do lunch on Monday and fill me in on your week?”
“Yeah. Shall I meet you at the office, about twelve?”
“Cool. See you Monday and good luck later.” In her usual Angiestraight to the pointway, she hung up.
After she’d dragged herself out of bed, Tasha went through to the kitchen where she screamed when she came face to face with a naked man. “What the fuck?”
Lucy appeared behind him and laughed. “Shit, Tash. I didn’t think you were back yet. Meet Ryan. Ryan, my flat mate, Tasha.”
“Hi,” he muttered with an embarrassed wave before disappearing into Lucy’s room.
Looking at each other they both began to giggle and laugh before closing in for a hug.
“He looks nice,” grinned Tasha, her heart still thudding in her chest.
“He is, very nice,” giggled Lucy as she hugged Tasha again. “He is a fireman and is on nights tonight so shall we have a takeaway and a bottle of wine and you can give me all the dirt on America?”
“Sounds good. Are you joining your friend back in bed?”
“Yeah, what about you?”
