Page 8 of It's Now or Never

‘You are clearly not a romantic, Alex, I can tell,’ I said, hoping that would put an end to that particular line of conversation. I picked up my knife and fork and looked around me to see if it was okay to start. Nothing was going to spoil my appetite today.

He laughed, a warm slow chuckle that caused me to pause, fork in air, for a moment; I hated to admit it but the sound was so intoxicating it warmed my insides.

‘Quite the opposite. I am a complete romantic. That’s why I would only get married if I knew for certain that I’d want to spend the rest of my life with that person.’

‘What?’ I gave him my best, most withering look. ‘Doesn’t everyone think like that when they are about to get married?’ This man was talking complete and utter rubbish. ‘I can’t believe anyone goes into a marriage thinking it’s not going to work.’

‘Perhaps you’re right,’ he said, giving me a sideways glance and the benefit of that lazy smile again. I was wondering now if his eyes were more a hazelly brown colour. ‘Still doesn’t explain why so many marriages fail though.’

‘Who knows, but we shouldn’t be talking about such things today.’ I reprimanded him lightly with a tap on his arm and he looked down at his suit where I’d touched him, as if I’d actually hurt him, and he raised an eyebrow at me with an amused expression on his face.

‘Okay, well let me tell you about my gran and granddad,’ Alex said, his voice warm and low so that I had to move my head closer to properly hear him. ‘They met when she was sixteen and he was seventeen. Her father, who was very strict and a bit of a bully from what I’ve heard, tried to stop her from seeing him, so do you know what they did?’

I shook my head.

‘They ran away to Gretna Green and got married. They’d only known each other for three weeks. Now is that romantic enough for you?’

‘Oh gosh, that is romantic,’ I said with a heartfelt sigh. ‘Can you imagine? And did they have a long and happy marriage?’

‘They’ve just celebrated their diamond wedding anniversary. We had a big party for them the other week.’

‘That’s so lovely,’ I said, and for a moment I felt a pang of regret for my nan, who wasn’t around any more to enjoy thosetype of celebrations with Gramps. They’d missed out on their golden anniversary by about fourteen months, but Gramps and I had been adamant that we were still going to celebrate the occasion anyway by going to Nan’s favourite restaurant, eating her favourite food and toasting her memory. It had been a special but poignant day. ‘Fancy only knowing someone for three weeks and then marrying them and it lasting for all those years.’

‘Exactly. That’s what I mean about it being a bit of a lottery. I mean you hear stories like that, but then there are those people who’ve lived together for years, finally decide to get married and then, within a matter of months, it’s all over. I’ve never quite understood that either.’

Maybe Alex had a point after all.

The serving staff cleared our plates before delivering the main course, which looked like a feast. I closed my eyes and inhaled. The most delicious aromas wafted towards my nostrils; roasted duck breast, potato rosti, honey-roasted carrots and savoy cabbage.

‘That actually happened to me,’ I said airily, not entirely sure why I was choosing to divulge this information to a stranger.

‘What?’ He turned to look at me, doing a double-take. ‘You’re married?’

‘No, I was. Well, no, I wasn’t actually,’ I said, not really knowing what I meant. ‘I very nearly got married. Could you pass me the water please?’ More water, less champagne was clearly what was required here. ‘I was with someone for nine years and we were about to get married and then, well, we split up.’

‘Oh, that’s tough. Sorry for that.’ His gaze travelled over my face, which was most unnerving when I was baring my soul. ‘Nine years is like a marriage.’

‘Yeah, it was just one of those things,’ I said, waving my hand in front of my face in a suitably nonchalant manner as though ithadn’t mattered in the slightest. ‘It obviously wasn’t meant to be. Maybe for those couples who have been together for a long time, getting married is a sticking plaster to cover the cracks already in the relationship, and it’s only when they’ve made that firm commitment that they realise that they can’t make it better after all.’

Alex pondered on that for a moment before tilting his head to one side and nodding his head sagely.

‘That’s very profound. You might have a point there.’

And I wondered as I said it if that’s what had happened to Paul and me. It had been a now or never situation. We’d been together so long we either had to make a commitment or go our separate ways. It was only when we started thinking about our future, making definite plans, that we realised our future didn’t belong together after all. Or else Paul realised. He was the one who instigated the end of our relationship. Maybe Alex was right. Perhaps it was more of a lottery than I thought.

‘So you’re suggesting, to be in with a chance of having a long and happy marriage, it’s better to marry someone relatively quickly after meeting them?’ He quirked his eyebrow in a way that spiked an instant response from the deepest depths of my stomach.

‘Oh, I don’t know about that,’ I said, looking away, feeling a heat rise in my cheeks. ‘I’m hardly an expert on these matters.’

I wasn’t sure how we’d got on to this subject.

‘You and Tom work together?’ I said, desperate now to change tack.

‘We used to. We were at uni together and when we left we both went to work for the same bank in the city. It was a mad time. We worked too hard, played too hard, and probably did most things to excess.’ He laughed and I conjured up a mental image of them both; partying, living life to the full, two youngmen at the top of their game. ‘Three years in that job was more than enough for me. When I’d made enough money I quit. Tom’s still there though, he rode the storm out.’

‘Oh right. So what is it you do now then?’

‘I’ve an art gallery in town. The Woodland Studios? I represent a few artists locally and nationally, and sell online too. I paint a bit myself too when I get the time, which I have to admit isn’t that often these days.’

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