The Waffle House on the Pier - Tilly Tennant Page 0,49

up.’

‘Sadie… what does it matter?’

‘It doesn’t – I’m just curious.’

‘Right.’

‘So, what did you do with the card then?’

‘I don’t know,’ he said evasively. ‘I expect it’ll be lying around somewhere.’

‘You didn’t throw it away?’

‘No. You never know when you’re going to need to sue someone.’

‘But you said it was useless because it had an old address on it.’

‘Ah, but you said that there would be a mobile number on it.’

‘Hmm. Which means you do know where it is…’

She didn’t wait for his reply. Diving for the glovebox, she began to root through.

‘What are you doing?’ Ewan snapped.

‘You know what I’m doing.’

‘You won’t find it in there.’

Sadie continued to search. Then she held up a letter. ‘This is your mortgage statement. You’re terrible for stashing things in this glovebox – you put anything and everything in here. I’ll bet Luke’s card is in here… ah!’ She pulled out a white square and flicked it with a look of triumph. ‘Luke Goldman… this is it, right?’

‘I don’t remember…’ Ewan replied lamely.

Sadie slammed the glovebox shut, pocketed the card and sat back in her seat. ‘You won’t mind if I take it – after all, it can’t be that important to you if you can’t remember where it came from.’

Ewan grimaced. ‘And what are you going to do with it?’

‘I haven’t decided yet. I just thought I’d keep hold of it. After all, my head’s the one that got damaged.’

‘I’m beginning to think it got really damaged,’ Ewan muttered, and Sadie had to laugh at the look of sheer bemusement and annoyance on his face.

‘Dear God – please tell me you don’t fancy this guy,’ he added.

‘Would it matter if I did?’

‘Yes. For a start he’s a lot older than you.’

‘How do you know?’

‘Because he told us he was thirty-five – remember?’

‘Oh, right. OK. So what? Next objection please.’

‘I’m willing to bet he’ll end up another in your long line of rejects.’

‘Ouch. Harsh.’

‘But true.’

‘You do realise you’re the only person who could say that to me and not get a smack in the face. Besides, the law of averages says one of them eventually is going to turn out to be right for me.’

‘You had the right one,’ April said.

While the banter between Sadie and Ewan had been in full swing, they’d almost forgotten she was there until she made herself known again. But at this intervention, Sadie’s good humour evaporated. She hardly needed reminding of that fact. Had anyone ever considered that she might know that she’d loved and lost her Mr Right and now the best she could hope for was Mr Almost Right? Did they ever consider that her Mr Almost Right was hard enough to find, but harder still when you were constantly reminded that Mr Right was achingly close but always just out of reach? It was like being in a locked room, starving and being forced to stare at a huge luscious cake through an impenetrable glass screen. There was no way you were ever getting the cake, but you were so hungry that if someone pushed a slice of bread and butter through the door you’d damn well grab it, cake or no. If Sadie was lucky perhaps her slice of bread would be soft and fluffy and the butter would be creamy and she might even get a little jam to go on top. It wouldn’t be cake but it would still be nice, and she wouldn’t complain about the fact that it wasn’t cake because at least she wouldn’t be hungry anymore, and anyway, she’d once said she was never going to eat cake again so she couldn’t really complain when someone else had decided to eat it.

‘Here we are…’

Ewan stopped the car and Sadie looked to see that they were at the gates of her house. She’d never been so pleased to see it.

She unclipped her seatbelt and looked up at Ewan. ‘Are you popping in to get Freddie and Freya and say hello to Mum and Dad? I’m sure they’ll be back by now.’

‘I’d better get back to sort out the office while Kat’s out with her last clients. Tell Mum and Dad I’ll call later to pick up the kids if that’s OK… and I’ll talk to you then…’ he added in a very deliberate tone, which led Sadie to believe that he’d be grabbing a quiet moment with her specifically to find out more about how Gammy had been that day – if not to tell her again what a