The Little Book Café. Georgia Hill
the way. You were right about the tomatoes.’
‘I said, do you know where my works suits are?’ Adrian was stalling. She could see him thinking up answers.
‘Oh! Your work suits? Yes. I took them into the dry cleaner’s on the way to the site in Taunton.’
‘You took my clothes to a dry cleaner’s? On a Monday morning when you knew I’d need something for work?’
Adrian stared at her innocently. He wrinkled his nose. ‘I thought it a bit odd when you asked me to. Wondered what you’d wear.’ He drained his beer.
‘I didn’t ask you to do anything with my suits.’
Adrian got up and strolled through the French doors into the kitchen. ‘Of course you did, darling.’
Tash heard the fridge door open and close and the hiss of air as he opened another beer.
‘Remember, you said with all this hot weather they needed a clean.’
‘When?’ She twisted her neck around to glare at him as he sauntered back into the garden. ‘When did we have this conversation?’
‘The other night.’ He waggled his beer bottle. ‘Mind you, you’d had the best part of a bottle of red so perhaps that’s why you don’t remember. I distinctly recall you saying that if I was going over Taunton direction to drop them off.’
Tash was certain she’d said no such thing. ‘And did you take my shoes to the dry cleaner’s too?’
Adrian chuckled. ‘Why would I take your work shoes to the dry cleaner’s?’
‘I couldn’t find them either this morning.’
A blackbird flew low across the garden, calling its warning as it went.
Adrian watched as the bird flew up into a tree and disappeared. ‘Oh, I had a quick tidy up while you were still in the land of nod. I put them in the cupboard in the spare room. You were sleeping so beautifully I didn’t want to wake you up to tell you.’ He pointed the beer bottle at her. ‘You know, you’re working too hard. Maybe you should go part-time? If you can’t remember these things maybe you’re too stressed at work.’
Tash ignored the last comment. She stared at Adrian. His behaviour was getting increasingly irrational. ‘I looked all over the house for my shoes this morning. I looked in that cupboard. They weren’t there.’
‘Oh darling, are you sure?’ He put his head on one side in a bid to appear sympathetic. ‘That’s where I put them. Perhaps you need to pop into the optician’s. Have your eyes checked.’
‘There’s nothing wrong with my eyesight,’ Tash said through gritted teeth.
‘You mentioned having them lasered. Maybe it’s wearing off? No harm done to have an eye test.’
Tash lapsed into silence. She watched the dusk lengthen the shadows created by the six-foot-high fence Adrian had insisted on having. They’d begun to plan the garden but hadn’t got very far. She shivered. Putting in plants which would bloom next summer hinted at a permanence she was no longer sure she wanted. She glanced across. At least not with Adrian.
‘You cold, darling? Shall we go in?’ He grinned, wolfishly. ‘Shall I warm you up?’
‘I’m fine,’ she snapped, then had a rethink. ‘Actually, I’m not,’ she added in a more conciliatory tone. ‘I’ll go and get my sweatshirt. You stay here. It’s too nice an evening to go in yet. And it’s the end of the summer. We don’t know how much more of this lovely weather we’ll get.’
Padding up the thickly carpeted stairs, she looked around. She loved this house. Its luxury. The status it gave her. The way eyes widened appreciatively when she explained where she lived. She was seen as the local girl made good. All those nay-sayers who’d bullied her and told her she was a nobody had been proved wrong. She’d proved them wrong. The house was a symbol of her success and the success to come. As her hand rested on the door handle of the spare bedroom, she paused. But were people really so bothered about something so avidly materialistic? The book group members had been indifferent when Marti Cavendish had tried to impress them in the same way. Would it be such a big wrench to leave? Was it stupid to hang on to a lifestyle that no longer gave her any joy? Her stomach turned at the thought. Would Adrian even let her leave? Pushing the bedroom door open she cast a fearful look behind her, took a deep breath and went in.
She opened the cupboard door with a hand that trembled. She’d looked in there that morning. It had been empty. She recoiled violently. It wasn’t anymore. Stacked neatly in pairs, on the shoe racks she’d bought especially, were her stilettos. The ones she wore with her smart little suits for work. She blinked, then blinked again hard. They were still there. She shook her head and thought back. She was certain the cupboard had been completely empty that morning. Or was she? She’d been tired, in a rush, maybe she’d not looked properly. Maybe Adrian was right and she did need her eyesight testing? After all, what purpose would he have for doing something so petty as to hide her shoes? She heard him call from the garden and eased the cupboard door shut. Nipping into her dressing room, she had the sense to pick up a sweatshirt on her way back to him. A headache threatened. None of this made any sense.
‘Find it?’ Adrian asked casually.
‘What?’
‘Darling, you jumped a foot. I asked if you’d found your sweatshirt. Ah yes, I see you have. And you were quite right as always. It’s too nice to go in just yet. Autumn will be upon us before we know it.’ He patted the space beside him. ‘Come and cuddle up on the bench. Drink?’ When she shook her head he asked, ‘Is everything alright, Natasha? You look awfully pale.’
‘Headache,’ she mumbled as she slid in next to him.
‘Oh my darling, why didn’t you say? Shoulder massage?’ Without waiting for an answer, he got up and began kneading her muscles. ‘My, there’s a lot of tension here. No wonder you’ve got a bad head. You really do work too hard, Natasha.’
She let her head loll back. Adrian was good at rubbing away her headaches.
‘Perhaps we should look into booking a break? Somewhere hot where we can do nothing but lie in the sun. Or a city break? I know you’ve always wanted to go to Italy. Florence maybe?’
‘I’m not sure I can take the time off.’
‘Well, not immediately but maybe November or December.’ He stopped massaging for a moment. ‘Oh Natasha! What about a Christmas holiday? Iceland or somewhere really wintry? Just think, sleigh rides, ice hotels, vodka shots.’
‘It sounds wonderful.’ It did but Tash had never been away from her parents at Christmas and she was their only child. Would it seem like a proper Christmas for them if she didn’t see them for lunch? And December was a long way away. Over four months. If she committed to going to Iceland, it would be even harder to break away. Did she really want to leave? She opened her eyes wide. Was she serious about leaving Adrian? She watched as he wandered into the kitchen murmuring something about finding aspirin. He could be very kind. He looked after her, treated her like a porcelain doll. She must have made a mistake about the shoes. There were too many bedrooms and too many cupboards in the house. It would be an easy mistake to make.
Adrian returned with a packet of tablets and a tall glass. ‘Elderflower cordial,’ he said. ‘Lots of ice.’ He smiled benevolently as she took the pills and drank.
‘Delicious. Maybe that’s what I needed. Dehydrated, probably.’
‘Easily done in this hot weather. Maybe we should talk more about snow and ice hotels to cool us down?’
Tash laughed.
‘That’s better.’