I Owe You One(122)

“Right,” I say hastily. “Er … this is Seb.”

“Seb!” cries Mum, as though she’d known all the time, his name had just slipped her mind. “Oh, it’s wonderful to be back. You all look so well, and the house looks lovely.…”

She’s picked up a bit of Aunty Karen’s zest for life, I decide as we troop into the kitchen, and that’s no bad thing.

“Are you hungry?” I ask.

“Would you like some coffee?” chimes in Nicole. “I can do you a macchiato, a latte, flat white.…”

“I’m opening the Cava,” says Jake firmly. “Red-letter day.”

“Red-letter day,” echoes Seb, drawing me a little way into the hall. His lips brush briefly against mine and he murmurs, “I want you so much,” in my ear, and I feel an instant pang of lust.

“Later,” I murmur back, smiling.

For a while we just gaze silently at each other. I feel as if his woodland eyes are enveloping me and I can’t bear to tear myself away—till a sudden clatter from the kitchen makes us both start.

“Come on,” I say, my voice a little husky. “We’d better join the others.”

As we enter the kitchen, I see Leila nudging Nicole excitedly—and at once my lust is replaced by hope they won’t be too mortifying over lunch. Leila has already totally embarrassed me by calling out, “It’s them! They’re together! Yay!” as we approached the house.

Then, when we got inside, it all came out. It wasn’t magic that brought Seb to Café Allegro; it was Nicole and Hannah. They contacted Seb secretly on Friday night and filled him in on a few key facts. Apparently Hannah set up a conference call to discuss it, which is so her. Apparently she also said directly to Seb, “And why did you get back together with Briony?” and Seb said, “Better the devil you know,” whereupon Hannah said, “No! Wrong!” as though he was a junior on her team.

I mean, I wish I’d been on the call, now.

It was Hannah’s idea to set up our meeting today, and it was Nicole who thought of emptying the coffee machine of beans. I mean, honestly. Since when did she become so practical?

“So, is there anything I can do?” I ask, a little too briskly. “We were just …”

“We know,” says Leila with a sudden gurgle of laughter. Then her expression changes. “Fixie, let me …” She adjusts my hair quickly, patting and tweaking it, then gives me one of her sweet smiles. “There. That’s better!”

“How’s Drew?” says Mum as Jake hands out the Cava, and Nicole colors slightly.

“Actually, Mum, there’s something I need to tell you. I won’t be here for Christmas. I’m off to Abu Dhabi to see Drew. I’m flying tomorrow.”

Mum’s sharp eyes survey Nicole as though searching for trouble—but then something in her face relaxes.

“Good idea, Nicole,” she says. “Good idea, darling.”

“Well, here’s to you, Mum,” says Jake, lifting a glass. “Welcome back!”

We all take a sip and then Mum says, “Here’s to you, loves. All of you. You’ve done so well, keeping the house spotless and everything running so well. The shop looks in marvelous shape! Morag sent me some pictures of you, Jake, all dressed up as a gingerbread man.” She smiles at him. “And the events for children are such a good idea.…”

“The sales aren’t bad either,” I say eagerly. “Last week’s takings are better than last year’s.”

I got Bob to pull some figures together for me yesterday, and as he handed them over, he smiled. He actually smiled.

“Mum,” I add a little nervously, because I want to get it over with, “there’s something I need to tell you too. I’ve made Morag a director.”

I’ve been plucking up courage to tell her, but first she was ill, and then I was distracted, and then I thought, Face-to-face is better. Although now I’m thinking: No, face-to-face is worse; I should have sent an email in the middle of the night.

“I know, love.” Mum pats my hand kindly. “It was exactly the right thing to do. I should have done it myself. You’ve brought a fresh eye to the business. All of you,” she adds, looking around. “I should have gone away years ago! And was Uncle Ned helpful?” she adds innocently, and there’s such a charged silence I think I might explode.

I’m dying to tell Mum everything. I want her to know the truth about Uncle Ned … and Bob … and all of it. Actually, I want her to become Ninja Mum and see off Uncle Ned for good.

But not now. That’s for another day.

“Here’s to Farrs!” exclaims Jake, lifting his glass, totally ignoring the question. We drink again, and Seb adds robustly, “Best store in Europe!”

“And here’s to you, Jake,” says Mum, turning toward him. “Well done for being the head of the family in my place, for keeping everyone together, for stepping in when the shop needed you—” She breaks off as Jake puts a hand on her arm.

“I’d love to take the credit,” he says, in his familiar drawl. “But I’ve got this new annoying habit of being honest. And the truth is … it was Fixie.”

There’s silence and I stare at him, gobsmacked.