To Love Honour and Disobey(16)

'Drink, Seb?'

'Thanks.' He followed them through to the lounge. He'd had no intention  of stopping for a drink. A quick goodbye and that was it. But perversity  seemed necessary right now.

Phil sent him an assessing glance and went straight to the harder stuff. 'Whisky?'





'Thanks.' Single malt. One thing to be said about Phil, he had impeccable taste.

'I might just put my bag in my room.' So Ana wanted to run, huh?

'Jack will do it, darling,' Phil said smoothly. He took a sip from his  glass and then smiled. 'Fancy you two meeting up in Africa.'

'Just fancy,' Seb said coolly, refusing to rise to Phil's stirring. Ana  would find out it had been her friend who'd told him where she'd gone.  What she would read into that he was sure he didn't care.

'I didn't know you guys knew each other all that well.' Ana hadn't  touched her wine. She looked tired and suddenly Seb's arms ached with  emptiness.

'Seb's a client now,' Phil answered.

'A very valuable one,' Seb added drily. He'd paid a huge fee to Phil.  But he'd been worth it. Purely for the fringe benefits-namely his  association with Ana. Phil had all the info. But even he hadn't revealed  she was actually staying with him.                       
       
           



       

Seb felt anger ripple through his body. He was angry about having to  leave her here. And even angrier about feeling angry about it. He should  be relieved. He should be over it. He'd had more sex in the last few  days than he'd had all year. And the best sex of his life, if he stopped  to think about it. Which he didn't want to do, because now it was over.  He stood. Time to go.

Phil and Jack were unusually silent, unusually observant as Seb waited for Ana to walk out to the hallway ahead of him.

She opened the front door and waited. He looked at her but she looked  through him. All the intimacy was gone. She didn't lean towards him,  didn't smile, just stood stiffer than a starched collar. It really was  over for her, wasn't it? She couldn't wait for him to leave.

So he didn't kiss her. Held back with more muscle control than he needed  in the last leg of a triathlon. Angry with everything. Because it was  what they'd agreed-Africa and that was it. Cut and dried, and damned if  he was going to mess it up any more.

But the sharp edge of loneliness dug deep in the drive to his apartment.  Cold, he tossed his bag by the door. He'd deal with it tomorrow. Better  still get his laundry service to deal with it. He switched on his  stereo to try to block the silence. Felt wrong inside. As if his stomach  and his lungs had swapped places or something devastatingly  uncomfortable.

Jet lag. That'd be it. Tiredness from the long flight. There was work to  get on with and plenty of it, he noted as he skimmed his emails. There  were details from his Dad as well on the next wedding of the century.  Hell, if he had to work on another divorce for either of his folks that  was it, he was charging them full fees. He shut down the computer,  turned off the stereo too and cranked up the heating. He passed his bag  in the hall, bent and pulled out the wooden bao set he'd bought on a  whim on that last day. He held it in his hands, remembered the hours of  frisky entertainment the game had spawned. Irritated, he put it high on  the overcrowded bookcase and turned his back on it.

It. Was. Over.

Chapter Eight

'SPILL it, Ana.' Phil was sitting next to Jack on the sofa and together  they were acting like an incompetent good-cop-bad-cop interview team.

'Phil, she'll talk if she wants to.'

'I'm her oldest and dearest friend. I have the right to know.'

'Only what she-'

'I don't need all the details, just-'

'When she's ready to tell you.'

'Why don't you go do the dishes? She'll open up to me.'

'Maybe she'd rather speak to someone who actually has ears, not ones that are just painted on.'

Ana watched them digging at each other with the teasing glint so evident  in their eyes. Their banter was never serious and always cute. But  tonight it grated. 'Can I say something?'

'Sure.' They simultaneously turned their heads towards her with synchronised Abba-esque speed.

'I'm going to get an early night.' She stood.

'Oh, yeah, you must be worn out from all those hot nights in Africa,' Phil said, more sarcastic than sympathetic.

'The flight was long.' She aimed to quell.

'And cosy. Bet you went business class.'

'First class. It was very spacious, actually.' Liar. She'd been too  close to him for her nerves. Now they were beyond frayed and almost at  break point.

'Come on, Ana. The guy follows you halfway round the world. You can't have nothing to say.'

'Look,' Ana said tiredly. 'It was nothing.'

Phil pounced. 'So there was an "it"? Define the "it".'

'Why do you want to know?'

'Because I'm worried about you!' He walked and put his hands on her shoulders. 'You looked washed out.'

'I told you the flight was long.'

'It's more than the flight.'

'Well, what little there was is finished now.' Ana sidestepped and moved to the door. 'Sorry, Phil, but I really am tired.'

'But-'

'Leave it,' Jack said to Phil.

But Phil didn't leave it. 'I thought you'd come home happier than this.'

'What do you mean?' She looked at him.

'I thought … ' He frowned. 'Ana, there's so obviously something between you and Seb.'

'Something. Yes. We slept together again, Phil-is that what you wanted to know?'

'So now what?' He looked confused.

'Now nothing.' She shrugged, not wanting to feel confusion herself. 'It's over.'                       
       
           



       

But Phil frowned, followed her to the door. 'Last time you hooked up  with him you went away together for a week and when you got back you  then disappeared for months. Now you've had another week or so away with  him-can you blame me for wondering what is going to happen next?'

'Nothing's going to happen, Phil. We've just … scratched the itch.  Finished off the unfinished business,' she said, unable to find a better  cliché.

'Can women do that?'

'What?'

'Well, you know, be so casual? I always thought it was harder for you to take the emotion out of sex.'

'It's hard for anyone to divorce emotion from the act of love,' Jack chimed in.

'Oh, please.' Ana rolled her eyes. 'It wasn't an act of love. It was lust. Pleasure. Physical need. Nothing more.'

Phil and Jack stared. Silent. Sceptical.

Ana sighed. 'Goodnight, guys.' She strode to her room, focusing on one thing only: sleep-blankness of mind, nothing.

During the day she got busy with work. Went window-shopping. Immersed  herself in the smells and sounds and sights of the big city-filling her  senses with so much stuff that thoughts of the beach, the sand, the  silence and the sex were banished from her mind.

But at night she tossed and turned and told herself again and again that the itch was all gone.

Friday she walked into the kitchen where Phil and Jack were opening a  bottle of wine for their post-work snifter. 'Let's go out to dinner. My  treat.'

'Yeah?' They looked delighted.

'Yeah.' She held up a pair of shoes she'd once thought she'd never wear.  'But if you see me talking to a tall, dark, handsome stranger, come and  smack some sense into me, OK?'

'Deal.' Phil laughed.

Ana grinned. 'I need to get out.'

'Yeah, you need to show off that tan.'

Seb knew the minute she arrived. Of course he'd had his eyes glued to  the door so it wasn't as if she was going to be able to sneak in without  him knowing.

Even so his body seemed to sense it was her the second before she  stepped into the bar. Adrenalin zinged along every vein. And unerringly  she saw him too-in that first instant. Her brows lifted, something  flashed in her eyes but he didn't have the chance to read it-too soon  she'd veiled them, too soon she'd looked away.

But she sidestepped her way through the other patrons and came over to  him. Smile in place. 'I didn't expect to see you here. I thought you  said you'd forsaken this kind of lifestyle. Aren't you all about  mountain biking and marathons now?'

He eyed her over the rim of his glass. 'And I thought you'd be too busy setting up the business to have time to socialise.'

'No. I can do social as well. I feel quite refreshed after Africa.'

She looked it too, damn her. Whereas he felt like death warmed up.  Hadn't slept properly since he'd got back. Cold. Lonely. Grumpy.

'I'm getting the drinks.' She looked at his halfempty one. 'You need another?'

He shook his head. Phil took her place as she moved over to the bar to order.

Seb glanced at him. 'Thanks for your message.'

Phil didn't smile. 'Make no mistake, Seb. I'm Ana's friend.'

Seb smiled faintly. Was this Phil attempting some sort of overprotective  attitude towards Ana? The guy didn't know it but she was totally  capable of taking care of herself. 'So am I.' Sort of. They had some  kind of connection that counted, didn't they?

He'd been going to come here anyway-whether he'd had the message or not  he knew full well it was Phil and Jack's favourite haunt and that if  they were going to take her anywhere, it'd be here. He'd just wanted to  see her. Now he had.