Page 57 of The Vow We Made
“No. That wasn’t what I meant.”
“Then what?” she asks wide eyed.
“It’s just… I sort of set my sights on Aiden. I’m not sure I want to mingle with anyone else.”
“What?”
“I can’t help it Bronte. If it wasn’t for this bloody cast, I’d maybe feel more confident. It’s really put the brakes on the whole thing. After all, he can have his pick of women, so why would he want to be bogged down with someone to babysit?”
“You’re doing it again.” She nods towards me, folding her arms.
I shake my head. “Doing what?”
“Covering your face.”
I roll my eyes. “Okay. You’re right and I’m wrong.”
“I bet Aiden doesn’t notice them. It’syouthat has a complex and you know what? They don’t matter.”
“I’m not sure about anything right now. I want to feel confident but I can’t wear any make-up until the wounds have healed, so there’s that.”
Bronte rubs my leg again, “He likes you, for you Vickie. I don’t think it matters if you’re made up or not.”
“Then what is it? I’m not in the best position when it comes to showing him my dazzling personality either.” I sigh. “Can we talk about something else. This is getting depressing.”
“Okay, if we must.” She pouts. “But have more faith in the hot doctor. Alright?”
“Yes Miss.” I smirk.
She giggles, “Cheeky cow,” before moving on. “What about work? How are you handling that?” She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s hit another sticky subject due to my current circumstances.
“We’re in the running for Roddy Blight’s production.”
Before I can finish, an excited Bronte, launches at me with open arms. “That’s wonderful news.”
“It would be. I mean, everything is under control for now but there might be problems if I don’t get this cast off in the next few weeks. So far, Faith has managed our existing work using another management company, which is great but pointless as I’m trying to build myownbooks. I’ll have to start interviewing soon so I can put a permanent team together, otherwise we might have to turn work down and that’s never a good thing. A lot of our business is based on reputation.”
“I’m sure you’ll get it all sorted.”
Bronte’s expression screams,I wish I hadn’t askedand now I feel bad for going on about it so I switch to another of her favourite subjects. “Still seeing Mr Fit?”
“God no. He might have the body, but he does nothing but talk about… well fitness actually. Don’t get me wrong, I love managing the gyms and what I do, but talking about it twenty-four-seven can be draining. I told him it’s a bad idea to mix business with pleasure.”
“All that money down the toilet and you didn’t even get a shag out of it.”
“Bugger off,” she snorts. “I get a staff discount.”
“Hello? Can we come in?” Steph taps the door gently and enters the lounge with a cheerful grin as Faith follows behind with clean teacups in her hand.
“Your mum told us to help ourselves,” she says, holding the cups in the air as Bronte stands to greet them both.
“Hello my darling.” Steph says.
“How are you?” Faith asks while all three girls exchange kisses on both cheeks.
“I’m sexually frustrated and now out of shape to boot.” Bronte sarcastically grins.
Steph glances down at me and rolls her eyes before giving me a kiss. “Sounds ominous. What about you hop-a-long. How are you feeling?”
