Page 162 of Reinventing Cato
“There’s always one troublemaker,” Cato said.
“Which would be you, lying there, tempting me.”
“What? To pull me under?”
Vigge chuckled and slid his hands up Cato’s hips. “I’m pretending I’m a great white shark and you’re a cute… seal. Not the other thing. This is great. I’ve not been swimming outdoors in ages. I feel as though I’m exercising my way through jet lag.”
“I can think of another sort of exercise that would work.”
“Just let me do a few more lengths.”
Cato pouted. “I offer sex,” he whispered. “And he wants to swim? How many more lengths are you going to do?”
“Ten.”
“I’ll get out and order us a beer.”
Cato went over to the pool bar, then lay on one of the towels they’d draped over a couple of sun loungers and watched Vigge. Hewaslike a seal, gliding through the water in an easy front crawl. Cato’s heart ached. He was already fretting about Vigge going back and he’d only been with him a few hours. He needed to stop that right now.
Vigge climbed out when the beers arrived and dropped down at Cato’s side. “I feel so much better. It’s some godawful time in the morning in the UK, but it doesn’t feel like it.”
“It’s easier flying west than it is going east. The upgrade to a flatbed helps.” Cato had booked Vigge’s flight and used his Avios points to upgrade him there and back.
“There was a downside to that. How can I possibly cope travelling economy now I know how a flatbed feels? Champagne on offer. Edible food. Sexy cabin crew.”
Cato flung out an arm and smacked him across the chest. “Oh sorry. I didn’t know you were lying there.”
He turned onto his side and stared at Vigge as he relaxed in the sun. He hoped Vigge liked what he’d planned for the next few days. Cato hadn’t really been anywhere since he’d arrived, apart from exploring San Jose. It wasn’t much fun doing things on your own, not when he wanted to do them with Vigge. This would be a holiday for both of them.
I love you.Was this the moment?
Vigge burped. “Sorry.”
Maybe not.
“Oh, I have some good news,” Vigge said.
“What’s that?”
“Gitte’s pregnant.”
“That’s fantastic.”
“My mum is almost more excited than Gitte and Allan.” He laughed. “Gitte reckons she got pregnant the day we fired that rocket with…” He choked up.
Cato took hold of his hand. “Not that I believe in signs but…”
“Yeah.” Vigge smiled. “That’s what I thought.”
“Has Hendry asked to see you again?”
“Yes, but once was enough. If I had gone again, I’d have wanted to hit him.”
“Do you think he’ll go to prison?”
“I’m not sure. In England, he would have. But in Scotland the law is different and the pathologist couldn’t find any evidence that Anders had died in a way other than Hendry had described.”
“So Hendry gets away with having kept quiet for eighteen years? How is that right?”
