wanting to put space between us. “Of course. You’ve done far too much. Thank you a thousand times.”
“It was nothing.”
“It wasn’t nothing.” He shakes his head. “You’ve…I don’t think I’d realized…” He meets my eyes frankly. “I can go forward now.”
“Well, good. That’s all I wanted.” I smile brightly, trying to mask the pain which I can feel coming for me like a tsunami. “Good luck with everything. With Briony, and life, and…everything.”
There’s only so long you can smile brightly at the man who has your heart but loves someone else. Already my mouth is starting to tremble.
“So…goodbye,” I say, and I’m making to leave when Seb calls out, “Wait!”
I look back and he’s reaching into his pocket and somehow I’m not surprised when he produces the coffee sleeve.
I take a step back toward him and we stand there in the street, the two of us gazing at it. The original IOU. It’s crumpled and creased now, the writing indistinct and blurred in places where we spilled wine on it in bed, and I have a sudden memory of him giving it to me in the first place.
“Stupid thing.” I try to laugh.
“Yes.” Seb nods, suddenly grave. “It is. Because if I really wrote down all the reasons I owe you, it would fill a book.”
His words take me by surprise, and for a moment I can’t answer.
“No, it wouldn’t.” I say at last, trying to be flippant but not really succeeding.
“It would. You know it would.”
“Well…me too.” My throat is tight. “I owe you too.”
“But we’re not keeping score anymore.”
“No, we’re not.”
I take the coffee sleeve from him and look at our melded scrawled writings, feeling such pangs of loss I can’t bear it. Then, on impulse, I start to rip. Once through. Twice through. I need quite a lot of force to tear the cardboard—it’s stronger than it looks—but at last it’s in pieces and I look up.
“We’re done,” I say, and Seb nods, with such a wry, sad expression I want to cry again, but I mustn’t.
“Done,” he echoes.
I run my gaze over his face one last time. Then I take a deep breath as though plunging underwater, turn, and walk swiftly away, dumping the pieces in a recycling bin as I go.
Twenty-Six
Sometimes life gives you what you need. Sometimes it gives you what you don’t need. What I really don’t need in my life right now is Ryan Chalker—but as soon as I get within view of Farrs, I see him, standing on the pavement, talking to Jake.
Great. Just bloody…great.
I’m feeling so sore right now, I can barely face anyone, let alone him. But I can’t run away; I need to get into the shop. Which means I’m forced to approach him, with my chin as stiff as possible, wishing my face wasn’t all blotchy from wiping away tears but equally thinking: So I’ve got a blotchy face, so what, it’s my face, fuck off.
I’m braced for him to say something offensive—but to my surprise, as I get near them, he seems to be arguing with Jake.
“Not happening,” Jake is saying. “No. I’m working.” He gestures at his Gingerbread Man suit.
“It’s two days!” Ryan says dismissively. “You can easily take two days off, the flights are, like, nothing, and we’ll have a blast. You and me, partying like the old days. Drinks on me,” he adds with a twinkle.
Ryan is as cajoling as I’ve ever seen him, and for an instant I see Jake waver. I see him weaken. I see the old appetite growing in his face.
But then it closes up.
“I’m working,” he repeats doggedly. “And I can’t afford a trip to Prague. So as I say, it’s not happening.”
“For God’s sake, Jake! What happened to you? Hi, Fixie,” Ryan adds brazenly, as though the last time we saw each other I wasn’t quite literally sweeping him out of the house.
“Nothing happened,” says Jake evenly. “But my priority right now is work.”
“Work!” Ryan gives a scornful laugh, which makes me cringe. “What, dressing up as a gingerbread man? Do you know how tragic you look, mate?”
I stare at him, incensed. How dare he come around and insult my family?
“Shouldn’t you be getting back to Hollywood now, Ryan?” I say sweetly. “Doesn’t Tom Cruise want to have lunch with you at Nobu?” Ryan shoots me a look of dislike and I gaze coolly back. “You’re cluttering the pavement. So either come in and buy something or move along.”