Page 18 of The Vow We Made
“No problem, love.” He has a lovely big grin on his face and despite his brother being an arsehole, Will seems pretty genuine. I’m about to close the taxi door when he asks, “Does Aiden know you’ve left?”
I huff out a laugh, “I don’t think he’ll be too bothered.”
“No?” he questions. “I think he liked you.”
I laugh again. “I wouldn't be too sure. He had some blonde draped all over him the last I saw, and from what I could tell, he wasn't complaining about it either.”
“That doesn’t sound like him.”
“Don’t feel you have to cover. We were just talking anyway.”
“I’m not love. Aiden’s a good boy, it’s me you have to watch,” he says, tongue in cheek, “but seriously, I bet there’s a good reason for it. I know my brother. He’s not that sort of bloke.”
I don’t have a chance to respond because the driver calls out, “Where to love?”
“Kingsgate Gardens please.”
Will shuts the door and leans through the window. “Tell him the number love, then he’ll take you right to your front door.”
“Number 14 please,” I shout towards the driver as Will slaps the taxi roof a couple of times to signal we’re ready to go. I wave as we pull away and smile using the brave face I was putting on for his benefit. Inside, I slump back in my seat. I suppose it’s ridiculous to pin my hopes on a man I don’t really know, although I’m convinced wehavemet before. Part of me likes to believe in fate which is why, when I saw him again, I was convinced something was meant to happen.
I'm brought back to the real world and from my thoughts very quickly. Faith jolts forward and violently retches. I know what's about to happen. There's nowhere for me to go before warm liquid slides down my legs and pools around my feet. The driver isn't happy, and I'm not exactly over the moon, but this has been a fitting end to my evening. It started with so much promise and now, here I am; covered in vomit and with nothing to look forward to but a bucket of soapy water and helping this poor guy clean up his vehicle. Not only that, but I also get the lovely Faith in my bed tonight so she can sleep off her alcohol-induced state in safety. I might feel sorry for myself now, but I won't feel half as bad asshewill in the morning.
