Fiona had passed away of a heart attack almost two years ago. I imagined it hadn’t been easy for Cole, for many reasons. I’d tried to talk to him about it, but it was the one subject he didn’t want to touch. As far as he was concerned, Jo was his mother and sister rolled into one and Cameron had saved their lives. They were all he needed.
“What are you doing here?” I asked as I made his coffee. “Shouldn’t you be at work?”
Cole was a student at Edinburgh College of Art, but he’d been working since he was sixteen years old at INKarnate, an award-winning tattoo studio in Leith. Stu Motherwell had been running the parlor for more than twenty-five years and Cole had started off as an errand boy so he could get a feel for the place. When he was eighteen he started a part-time apprenticeship there. I knew Stu treated Cole like a son, and relied heavily on him.
I didn’t think it would be too long before Cole was helping to run the place.
“Late start,” Cole replied, taking the coffee with a “Thanks.” “I start in thirty minutes but I thought I’d pop in to see you first.”
I leaned back against the counter, staring up at him. “Why? Is everything okay?”
He gazed back at me for a few long seconds. “That’s what I’m here to ask you. With everything that’s going on…”
Understanding what he was getting at, I smiled reassuringly. “Things are good. Honest.”
He frowned. “I haven’t heard from you much lately and…” He shrugged.
“Cole, I’m run off my feet with school and volunteering. I’m stressing a little and I’m sort of failing at every other aspect of life because of it.”
“You sure that’s it?”
I crossed my heart. “Promise.”
His eyes moved past me to the kitchen table, where the presents for the shower sat all wrapped up and ready to go. I saw him clock the packet of condoms I’d put beside them to give to Ellie and Jo as a joke. Cole snorted. “I do not envy you today.”
“Two hormonal women and a packet of condoms? Isn’t that like a Friday night for you?” I teased.
He laughed because we both knew I was far off the mark.
Cole wasn’t really the player type. Sure, I knew he wasn’t an angel, but he preferred to be in a relationship. Right now he was dating an art history student called Steph.
“At least I need condoms.” He smiled, not unkindly.
I made a face. “So it’s been a while.”
“Correction: It’s been too long.” He frowned. “You ever going to give someone a chance?”
“Look, I just don’t want to sleep with random people. I’m not Suzanne, Cole.”
“I never said you were. Not all guys are just looking to hook up with you and then leave you in the morning.” His expression softened. “You’re not the kind of girl you want to leave, Hannah. Give one of them a chance to prove it to you. You’ve never been in a relationship. How can you knock it until you try it?”
I laughed. “I’m not knocking it. I’m just happy by myself right now. But speaking of couplings… how is the old ball and chain?”
Cole sighed. “Stressing. I promised her I’d head over to her flat after work to help her on her paper.”
“Aw.” I mocked him playfully. “You’re such a good boyfriend.”
Cole downed the last of his coffee and put the mug in my sink. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Next time you see Steph, will you tell her that?”
“Trouble in paradise?” I asked, walking him to the front door.
“She’s become a nagger.”
“I’m sure she’ll be fine once she stops stressing.”
“Hmm.” He smiled back at me as he stepped outside. “Enjoy the shower.”
“Enjoy tutoring,” I replied, grinning saucily. “Who knows? Things might get a little… educational.” I waggled my eyebrows.
Cole laughed as he took the stairs two at a time. “One can only hope.”
As soon as I walked through the door of my parents’ house I heard the cacophony of female conversation coming from the sitting room.
My dad stepped into the hallway as I was closing the front door, his eyes lighting up at the sight of me.
“Hey, Dad.” I walked into his open arms, melting into his hug.
“Hi, sweetheart.” He kissed my hair and pulled back to smile into my face. “Long time no see.”
I winced. “I’m sorry I haven’t popped around lately. I’ve been bogged down with work.”
My dad was a classical history professor at Edinburgh University. He was intelligent, passionate about his subject, laid-back, and most of all perceptive as hell. His eyes narrowed as he took me in. “Are you sure that’s all it is?”
“Of course. I’m fine, honest.”
“You would tell me if you weren’t?”
I suppose he had every right to worry that I might keep problems from him. I had a track record of doing that. For once I was honest. “I’m past it.”
“Clark! Can you get these canapés, please?” My mum’s voice could be heard yelling from the kitchen.
Dad’s eyes grew round with mock horror. “I’m trying to escape. Help.”
I laughed. “Go.” I gestured to the door. “I’ll distract her.”
He sighed in relief, kissed my cheek, and dashed out the front door.
Mum marched into the hall a second later. “Oh, Hannah.” She smiled, coming toward me with open arms. “It’s good to see you, sweetie.” She hugged me tight. “Have you seen your dad by any chance?”