Page 38 of The Vow We Made
“You were meant to be telling useverything, including the snog,” Steph points out, “but as I’ve got work to do, I better get going.”
“You’re working on a Sunday?” Bronte asks, completely horrified by the idea.
“I have to go through the shots from yesterday’s client, it won’t take me long.”
Steph is lucky in that she works from home most of the time. She’s a photographer by day and has her own studio in the basement of the house.
“I suppose I ought to be on my way too,” Bronte says reluctantly. “I’m meant to be meeting hot stuff in a bit so I should go and get ready.”
I have to laugh. “This has got to be the most expensive shag in history. How long have you been with this personal trainer now?”
She giggles. “Four months. I really believe it’s making a difference to my overall health and well-being.” I can tell she’s trying desperately to justify the ridiculous amounts of money, or ‘overtime’ as she calls it, to a man she clearly wants rampant sex with. Her father owns a string of gyms and she’s a director for the company so I know full well, she doesn’t have to pay a personal trainer, she justwantsto. I often wonder why. She’s strong, confident and beautiful, but for some reason, she always goes for hard to get. Maybe she likes the thrill of the chase.
“It will make a difference when your lily closes up from lack of use,” Steph pipes up and at that point, I lose it completely.
I can tell Bronte is trying hard not to do the same when she rolls her lips together and disguises her amusement with disgust. “Steph, for a lady so beautifully spoken, you are utterly vulgar at times.”
“I was only saying my darling, it’s been a long time and perhaps Jim from the gym needs a kick up his perfect arse.”
The three of us try to regain our composure and Bronte grabs a tea towel from the side, twists it tight into a long rope and slaps Steph around the legs.
“It’s James and we’re just friends. For now.” Placing her cup in the soapy water I have my hands in, she says her goodbyes. “I’ll catch up with you both later on in the week.”
“Off you trot to your hot arsed trainer,” Steph sings. “Maybe today is the day he’ll shag you.”
Bronte ignores her, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “Let me know if you have any updates on the hot doctor.”
From behind her Steph speaks in a quiet tone but loud enough for Bronte to hear. “And let us know if you get a shag in today with Jimmy boy.”
“You’re relentless,” Bronte shouts as she heads for the door. “I have to go before you two get any more vulgar.”
“Don’t include me in that statement,” I reply.
Bronte is already out of the kitchen when she shouts back, “Remember to give Roddy my love, Vickie.”
The door slams and Steph giggles to herself. “I do love winding her up.”
“You’re terrible to her.” I laugh, shaking my head at the thought.
“Oh get back to your love bubble, you. I’m going for a shower.”
I smile her way and then I’m left alone with thoughts of Aiden, except now my good mood is fading. I slump to the kitchen chair and mull things over.
“Three days. Three bloody days until I see him again.”
AIDEN
“How was the hot bird?” Will asks, putting his coffee on the table before sitting himself down on the sofa. The black circles surrounding his eyes and messy curly hair give away the long hours he’s worked and the fact he’s not seen his bed yet.
“What did you just say?”
“Come off it, she’s a real looker.”
“Will?”
“Yes mate.”
“Handsandeyes off.”
