Page 23 of The One Plus One
‘You’ll be fine. We’re going to do staff training.’
‘Staff training.’
‘Half a day. Unpaid, I’m afraid. I’ve got a bloke coming.’
‘Unpaid?’
‘Just tap-tap-swipe on a screen. It’ll be likeMinority Report. But without the bald people. Mind you, we’ll still have Pete. PETE!’
Liam Stubbs came in at a quarter past nine. Jess had her back to the bar and he leant over it and murmured, ‘Hey, hot stuff,’ into her ear.
She didn’t turn round. ‘Oh. You again.’
‘There’s a welcome. Pint of Stella, please, Jess.’ He glanced around the bar, then said, ‘And whatever else you have on offer.’
‘We have some very nice dry-roasted peanuts.’
‘I was thinking of something a bit…wetter.’
‘I’ll get you that pint, then.’
‘Still playing hard to get, eh?’
She had known Liam since school. He was one of those men whom you knew would break your heart into tiny pieces if you let him; the kind of blue-eyed, smart-mouthed boy who ignored you all the way through years ten and eleven, laughed you into bed when you lost your braces and grew your hair, then gave you nothing more than a cheery wave and a wink for ever after. His hair was chestnut brown, his cheekbones high and lightly tanned. He ran a flower stall in the market and whenever she passed he would whisper, ‘You. Me. Behind the dahlias, now,’ just seriously enough to make her miss herstride. His wife had left him about the same time as Marty had departed (‘A little matter of serial infidelity. Some women are so picky’), and six months ago, after one of Des’s lock-ins, they had ended up in the ladies’ loos with his hands up her shirt and Jess walking round wearing a lopsided smile for days.
She and Marty had lived like an irritable brother and sister by the time he left. Sometimes he said he was tired. Mostly he said she put him off with her nagging.
Jess sometimes thought she missed it, but she didn’t miss him.
She was taking the empty cardboard crisps boxes out to the bins when Liam appeared at the back gate. He walked up to her with a sort of silent swagger so that she had to back slowly against the wall of the pub garden. He had a smile on his face like they were both in on some private joke. He stood so that the entire length of his body was just inches from hers and said softly, ‘I can’t stop thinking about you.’ He held his cigarette hand well away from her. He was a gentleman like that.
‘I bet you say that to all the girls.’
‘I like watching you move around that bar. Half the time I’m watching the football, and half the time I’m imagining bending you over it.’
‘Who says romance is dead?’
God, he smelt good. Jess wriggled a bit, trying to get herself out from under him before she did something she’d regret. Being near Liam Stubbs sparked bits of her to life that she had forgotten existed, like those jokebirthday candles that insist on reigniting long after you’d blown them out.
‘So let me romance you. Let me take you out. You and me. A proper date. Come on, Jess. Let’s make a go of it.’
Jess pulled back from him. ‘What?’
‘You heard.’
She stared. ‘You want us to have arelationship?’
‘You say it like it’s a dirty word.’
She slid out from under him, glancing towards the back door. ‘I’ve got to get back to the bar, Liam.’
‘Why won’t you go out with me?’ He took a step closer. ‘You know it would be great…’ His voice had dropped to a whisper.
‘And I also know I have two kids and two jobs and you spend your whole life in your car, and it would take about three weeks for you and me to be bickering on a sofa about whose turn it was to take the rubbish out.’ She smiled sweetly at him. ‘And then we would lose the heart-stopping romance of exchanges like this for ever.’
He picked up a lock of her hair and let it slide through his fingers. His voice was a soft growl. ‘So cynical. You’re going to break my heart, Jess Thomas.’
‘And you’re going to get me fired.’
