“Hi!” I say, putting down my bags. “I got the baby some sheets from Hollis Franklin!” I pull out a tiny crib sheet embroidered with a tiny crest in each corner. “Isn’t that adorable?”
“Very nice,” says Luke, examining it. Then he catches sight of the price tag and blanches. “Jesus. You paid that for a baby sheet?”
“They’re the best,” I explain. “They’re four hundred thread count!”
“Does the baby need four hundred thread count? You realize it’ll throw up on these sheets?”
“The baby would never throw up on a Hollis Franklin sheet!” I say, indignant. “It knows better than that.” I pat my bump. “Don’t you, darling?”
Luke rolls his eyes. “If you say so.” He puts the sheet down. “And what’s in the bigger bag?”
“Matching sheets for us. The duvet cover’s coming separately, and the pillow shams as soon as they’re in stock—” I break off at his appalled expression. “Luke, we’ll have the crib in our bedroom! We have to coordinate!”
“Coordinate?”
“Of course!”
“Becky, really—” Luke’s attention is drawn to the TV screen. “Hold on, it’s Malcolm.” He turns up the volume and I take the opportunity to shove the Hollis Franklin sheets behind the door, where Luke might forget about them.
Malcolm Lloyd is the chief executive of Arcodas, and he’s being interviewed in the business slot about why he’s planning to make a bid for some airline company. Luke watches intently, beer in hand.
“He should stop doing that jerky thing with his hand,” I say, watching the interview too. “He looks really awkward. He should go on media training.”
“He’s already been on media training,” says Luke.
“Well, it was rubbish. You should get someone new.” I take off my jacket, dump it on a chair, and massage my aching shoulders.
“Come here, sweetheart,” says Luke, noticing me. “I’ll do it.”
I pull a chair over and sit down in front of him, and he starts kneading my tight muscles.
“Luke, that reminds me,” I say, still watching Malcolm. “Does Iain always talk to you like that?”
Luke’s fingers stop moving briefly. “Like what?”
“The way he did in the car yesterday. He’s so unpleasant!”
“That’s just his business style. Arcodas has a different working culture.”
“But it’s awful!”
“Well, we’re just going to have to get used to it.” Luke sounds a bit defensive and snappy. “We’re playing with the big boys now. Everyone’s just got to—” He stops himself.
“What?” I twist my head, trying to see his expression.
“Nothing,” says Luke after a moment. “Just…thinking aloud. Let’s turn this off.” He kisses me on the top of my head. “Shoulders feel better now?”
“A million times. Thanks.”
I get up, pour myself a glass of orange-cranberry mix, and flip the TV over to The Simpsons. Meanwhile, Luke picks up the Evening Standard and starts leafing through the pages. A bowl of olives is on the counter, and we pass it back and forth between us.
There now, isn’t this nice? Just a nice quiet evening at home. Just the two of us, relaxing together in our stable relationship. Not thinking about old girlfriends or anything like that.
In fact, I’m so relaxed, maybe I will bring the subject up. Just in a casual way. To show I don’t care one way or the other.
“So…that must have been weird for you,” I say lightly. “Coming across Venetia again after all those years.”
“Uh-huh.” Luke nods absently.
“Why did you and she break up?” I say, still lightly. “Just out of interest.”
“God knows.” Luke shrugs. “It was a long time ago.”
You see? It was so long ago, he can’t even remember. It’s ancient history. I really don’t care what the gory details were. In fact, let’s talk about something else. Current affairs or something.
“Did you love her?” I hear myself saying.
“Love?” Luke gives a short laugh. “We were students.”
I wait for him to expand on the subject, but he turns a page of the paper and frowns at a headline.
That is not an answer. “We were students” is not an answer.
I open my mouth to demand “What’s that supposed to mean?” Then, after a moment’s thought, I close it again. This is ridiculous. I’d never even met Venetia Carter till yesterday — and already Mum and Suze have made me all paranoid. Of course he never loved her.
I’m not going to ask him anything else about their relationship. I’m not even going to think about it. Subject officially closed.
SHORT QUIZ FOR LUKE BRANDON
1. How would you describe the relationship you had with your old girlfriend Venetia?
a) Passionate Romeo/Juliet-style romance.
b) V. boring relationship.
c) I never really liked her.
d) She stalked me.
2. In general, do you prefer girls’ names that begin with
a) R
b) B
c) V
d) Don’t know.
3. Have you ever been in love? If so, with how many people?
a) Your wife and only your wife, because she taught you what love really is.
b) Your snooty girlfriend Sacha, the bitch who stole the luggage.
c) Your student girlfriend Venetia, with whom you had a brief fling but never mentioned her, so how could you have been in love with her?