Page 3 of One Summer Weekend
‘You sound like my bloody mother. Except she says “I want never gets”. Up north we have no sense of grammar.’
Take control … takecontrol. ‘Of course, cultural differences can be a fascinating source of study in their own right, but they will also materially inform the dynamics of the coach-coachee relationship.’
Silence, while he took this in, followed by a full-bodied laugh.‘I can feel my vocabulary getting bigger by the minute.’
That did it. I remembered to save the file, then slammed the laptop into my bag, careless of its pristine sky-blue lining. ‘I’ll email you on Monday with our decision.’ Grim-faced, I stood up and jabbed out my hand; a business reflex, nothing more.
He swung easily to his feet and trapped my hand in his, eyes exploring mine. Iwanted to snatch my hand and my gaze away, but I couldn’t. It was three years since I’d felt like this – a butterfly on the point of a pin. Beneath its protective armour, my heart thumped and reeled.
He said, ‘Let’s hope it’s the right decision. For both of us.’ And something in his look … as if somehow heknew.
Which meant it was even more important to find a way out of this assignment– and fast.
