Page 89 of The Making of Jonty Bloom
“Thanks. Black.” Jonty slid onto a chair.
“What are you going to do about your phone?” Mike put a plate and a knife in front of him, then sat opposite.
“If it’s in the sand, it’s gone. No way I’d find it. I hope it’s in Devan’s car. Could I use your phone to call the hotel? I can ask him to check. If it’s not in there, then I need to buy a new one.”
“Not insured?” Willis asked. “Your household insurance might cover it.”
Jonty heaved a sigh. “If I had any. I didn’t figure I owned anything worth the cost of insurance. The phone’s six years old so…”
“But how much is it going to cost you to buy a new one?” Willis asked.
No need to sound so fucking smug, you git.“I’ll get another used one.”
Mike handed him his phone and Willis slid a mug of coffee in front of him. “Thanks.”
Jonty called the hotel.
“McAllister’s Hotel. How can I help you?”
Jonty winced. He hadn’t thought this through. Vincent had answered, the last person he wanted to know about him and Devan. “Could ya put me through to Devan Smith in Wave, please mate?”Shit.That was a terrible Australian accent.
Mike and Willis gaped at him. Jonty shrugged and kept quiet as he waited for Vincent to get back to him.
“No response, sorry,” Vincent said.
“Okay, cobber, thanks.”
Mike slapped a hand over his mouth as he struggled not to laugh.
“Do you want to leave a message?” Vincent asked.
“No, no message.”
“I could do with you here this afternoon, Jonty. Lisa has called in sick.”
Shit, fuck, bugger.“Okay.” Jonty used his normal voice.
“Two o’ clock.”
“Right.” Jonty put the phone down.
“What the hell?” Mike asked. “Was that supposed to be an Australian accent,cobber?”
“I should have asked you to do it. I didn’t think. My boss answered. I didn’t fool him.”
“I’m not surprised.” Willis guffawed.
“I have to go to work this afternoon,” Jonty said. “I don’t know when I’ll be back.”
“I’m so going to miss you.” Willis clutched his chest.
Bitch.Jonty jumped to his feet and flung his arms around Willis, holding him as tightly as he could. “You’ll miss me? You really like me? You’ve no idea how happy I am. I thought you hated me because I’d ruined Mike for other men. Have you tried doing that thing with your toes? Or the kinky thing with bacon? He’ll love you forever.”
Willis shoved him away. Mike was creased up laughing. The toast popped up and Mike slid the two slices onto Jonty’s plate.
“Don’t worry.” Jonty buttered his toast. “If your toes aren’t long enough, I can show you other ways to please your man.”
Willis’s growl drowned out Mike’s guffaw.
