Life Or Something Like It. Annie Lyons
beard. ‘This,’ she said with grin, ‘is Finn.’
For the second time that day, Cat experienced an acute sense of déjà vu as she shook Finn’s hand and was struck by how cool his touch was. ‘Hey,’ he said, regarding her with a smile. ‘I think we may have met before. Did you ever get that snot off your jeans?’
Cat looked into his pale blue eyes, which were glittering with amusement, and an unwelcome recollection came to mind. He was the show-off who had appeared to sit in judgement of her at Ellie’s birthday party – the one who was happy to sit on the filthy floor with a group of small children and expected everyone else to want to join in. He had that all-knowing air of someone who thought that everyone else had missed the point. Cat found it highly irritating now as she had done then.
Claire laughed. ‘Oh you two already know each other, do you? Well then, that’s a good start.’ She winked at Cat.
‘We only met briefly at Ellie’s birthday party,’ said Cat with a cursory smile.
Finn clutched his heart as if he’d been shot. ‘Oh wow. Talk about dashing a guy’s hopes. And there was me thinking we had something.’ He gave Claire a mischievous grin. She giggled like a schoolgirl and Cat bristled with annoyance. She could see how this man would provide a pleasant diversion in the life of a stay-at-home mother – a little bit of banter and low-level flirting – but really, she found his smug confidence plain annoying. He was like the cock in a farmyard full of hens and for Cat the emphasis really was on the word ‘cock’.
‘I need a wee,’ said Ellie, wriggling her way over to Cat.
‘Me too,’ said Izzy brightly.
‘And me,’ said Daisy.
Cat was almost grateful to be given the opportunity to leave Finn’s company but it was Claire who leapt up. ‘I’ll go,’ she said. ‘You two stay and chat.’ She emphasised the last word with a nod and a raised eyebrow.
Cat kept her eyes fixed forwards to where Charlie and James were playing football. She noticed Finn glance over at her but didn’t feel the need to make eye contact. She would be having words with Andrew. Cat knew how his mind worked and she could bet he’d had an idea to do a little casual matchmaking whilst she looked after his kids. Why did the world have to pair all the single people off? Why couldn’t it mind its own bloody business? She felt her phone buzz with a call and gratefully extracted it from her handbag. She smiled as she saw the caller ID. She made an ‘excuse me’ face to Finn, who gave her a casual nod in reply.
‘Hi, Jesse,’ she answered.
‘Hey, Kit Kat. How are you?’
‘Itching to get back to work to be honest.’
‘Yeah, of course. I understand and we miss you a lot. Listen, I don’t really want to talk about it over the phone. Can you come to dinner tomorrow night?’
‘I’d love to.’ Cat smiled. Tomorrow was Friday night and she would officially be off duty. She longed to see Jesse too. She missed seeing him every day.
‘Great. Can you come to the house say around eight-ish? I think Alex is going out so we’ll be able to talk properly.’
‘Absolutely.’
‘Cool. Can’t wait to see you, Kit Kat.’
‘Me too,’ she said. ‘Bye.’ She finished the call and turned back to Finn. ‘Sorry about that. I had to speak to my boss.’
‘That was your boss?’ said Finn surprised. ‘I thought it was your boyfriend.’
‘No-o,’ said Cat quickly. ‘He’s not my boyfriend.’
Finn raised one eyebrow. ‘But you’d like him to be?’
Cat regarded him with a frown. ‘I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that I’d ordered a psychologist.’
Finn grinned. ‘Apologies. I do that sometimes. If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s cool.’
Cat folded her arms and studied her phone. ‘I do not want to talk about it.’ She flicked to her Twitter feed and started to read.
‘So Andrew told me you work in PR but that you’re taking a little break,’ said Finn.
Cat looked at him, expecting more judgement, but the question appeared to be genuine. ‘I made a mistake.’
‘We all make mistakes,’ said Finn. ‘What did you do?’
‘I was involved in the Diaz launch,’ she said, glancing up at him ready for a reaction. Finn looked blank. ‘You know, Alvarro Diaz? The footballer?’
‘Of course,’ said Finn. ‘He’s one of the best attacking midfielders in the world.’
‘If you say so. Well you know that coffee company launch that went spectacularly wrong?’
Finn was squinting at her now. ‘No.’
Cat was amazed. ‘How could you not know about that?’
Finn shrugged. ‘I like football but I don’t really care what the footballers get up to. Was it bad?’
‘It was very bad,’ said Cat. ‘And I had to step down from my job but hopefully not for long.’
‘I’m sorry to hear that,’ said Finn.
Cat could tell that he meant it and decided to be civil. ‘So you look after your niece, do you?’ She couldn’t hide the surprise in her voice.
‘Do you find that hard to believe?’
‘Well I suppose it’s unusual.’
‘I love it,’ he replied. ‘It helps out my sister, Ronnie, while she’s at work and I get to have all the fun.’
‘Good for you,’ said Cat. ‘I love my job too.’
‘And what about this temporary arrangement?’
Cat gave a little cough. ‘It’s proving to be an education.’
Finn laughed. ‘You’ve just got to relax and go with it.’
Cat was irritated by the insinuation that she wasn’t able to do this but their conversation was interrupted by the return of Claire and the girls.
‘Turned out to be a bit more of a lengthy visit than I’d hoped,’ she said cheerfully. ‘How about we find somewhere for a picnic, maybe on the patch of green outside the playground?’
‘Yay, picnic!’ cried Ellie.
Cat went to grab the picnic bag but Finn got there first. ‘Allow me,’ he said with a smile, walking towards the gate. ‘Boys! Food time!’ he cried. Cat noticed with secret envy how Charlie and James nodded and followed without argument.
Claire nudged Cat as they walked behind. ‘So-o, what do you think? He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?’
Cat didn’t want to get into a debate about the relative merits of this man. ‘Absolutely,’ she said flashing her best PR smile.
They spread two large picnic blankets under a large oak tree and the adults started to unpack the food. Cat opened the bag Andrew had prepared and peered at the sandwich fillings.
‘I think there’s tuna or cheese,’ she said to the children.
‘Isn’t there any ham?’ asked Charlie.
Cat could see this was another test and she wasn’t really in the mood. ‘No. There’s cheese or tuna,’ she said firmly.
‘Swap you,’ said Finn, holding out his sandwich to Charlie and smiling at Cat.
‘It’s okay, Finn,’ said Charlie, his neck flushing pink.
‘Seriously, mate. I’d rather have cheese.’
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