My biggest fear was no longer flying.
It was that Liam Rosehill wasn’t an arrogant dick after all.
“Going well. Another six weeks.”
We’d set a quick date, needing to have a marriage certificate as soon as possible to finish the purchase. We could’ve rushed it, but that wouldn’t have stood up as being legitimate in any way.
“Fast.” Vic smiled, topped my glass up. “Are we invited?”
I nodded. “We’re keeping it small, but given I don’t really have any family I’d want there you lot can come instead.”
“That’ll be nice. Something else to look forward to.”
My phone vibrated and I saw Liam’s name flash up. “Speak of the devil.”
“Why don’t you ask him round? It’ll shut Owen up for an hour while he sits there and stares at him.” Payton tried to look at the text over my shoulder.
“You know it’s not like that.”
“It could be. He can be a friend. I know you clashed when you first met, but the rest of us liked him when we spent time with him in Iceland.” Vic looked outside where Max was in his element.
It sounded loud out there. The barbecue was surrounded by outdoor heaters and a canopy, and several hungry men.
“He isn’t as bad as I first thought.”
Seph and Marie had moved away. Seph outside and Marie to where Eliza was playing with one of Vic’s antique ornaments.
“How did you discover that? Or was it what we thought had happened in Iceland?”
I looked away. “We slept together again. He made me breakfast.”
“Just to clarify, did he make you breakfast as payment or did you sleep over?”
I laughed. “I stayed over. I went round to his place because he made out like he’d changed the plans for the Iceland building. He hadn't. He was just trying to provoke me.”
“So he ended up poking you instead?”
“You could put it that way.” I looked at the text.
Sorry to disturb you on a Sunday, but I have the list for my guests at our wedding. I probably need to explain who’s who. It isn’t straightforward.
Nothing was straight-forward. Not in my lifetime anyway. I started to type, Vic watching Max outside.
Fine with me. It’s hardly work. I’m having a Sunday-eat-your-body-weight-and-drink-it-too at Max and Vic’s. Vic says to come over. I think they need more people to eat all the food.
There was a long pause. No sign of a reply. I put my phone down and wished I hadn’t sent the invite.
“What’s going on with you and Max?”
She looked surprised. “Nothing, why?”
“Give over, Vic.”
She looked at the table. “We’re trying for a baby and it’s not happening as easily as what we thought. Or as Max thought anyway. I know it can take a while, but he thought it’d be once and then boom! out pram shopping.”
“How long have you been trying?”
“Three months nearly. Which is nothing, I get that. But I kind of blurted it out that I was jealous of Claire being pregnant and you know how he is, he wants to fix everything and he really wants children so it was this big green go sign.” She had never looked so withdrawn.
