cautious glance at the kids. ‘Please don’t start, Mum. I’m not stupid, but he’s my husband. What am I supposed to do . . . kick him out ’cos he can’t find another job? He’s been trying, but it’s not that easy these days.’
‘There you go again, making excuses for him.’ Sonia sneered. ‘I wouldn’t even mind if you knew where he was, but you haven’t got a clue, have you? He could be up to all sorts, for all you know. What if he’s cheating on you – have you even thought about that?’
‘I’m going,’ said Amy desperate to get out of there. She leaned down and kissed the kids. ‘Be good for Nana, and I’ll see you in the morning.’ Then, thanking her mum again, she rushed out and set off on the long, cold walk home.
6
Mark woke to the delicious scent of fried bacon.
‘What time is it?’ he asked, sitting up when Jenny put the tray she was carrying on the bedside table.
‘Half-ten,’ she told him, taking a cup of tea off the tray and walking around to the other side of the bed.
‘At night?’ Mark’s eyes swivelled towards the curtains.
‘No, morning. I would have woken you earlier, but you looked so comfortable I didn’t want to disturb you.’
Mark groaned, shoved the quilt off and looked around for his clothes. He couldn’t remember coming into her bedroom last night, never mind getting undressed. After the tea Jenny had cracked open a bottle of Scotch, and the last thing he remembered was her giving him a blow job. And he could only imagine that it had been a belter for everything that had come after it to be erased. But, good or not, nothing was worth the grief he was going to get off Amy when she got her hands on him.
‘You might as well eat your butty before you go,’ said Jenny, hoping to keep him a little while longer. She’d slept with a couple of lads in the years since their first encounter, but none had ever matched up to Mark. And she had never spent a full night with any of them, so it had been absolutely magical to wake up beside him this morning.
Mark shook his head. He didn’t even want to speak to her just now, never mind eat the flaming butty.
‘You’re not angry with me, are you?’ she asked. ‘I did try to wake you, but you were completely out of it. Hope I haven’t got you into trouble.’
With his back turned towards Jenny, Mark heard the threat of tears in her voice and rolled his eyes. Why did women always turn on the waterworks when you were trying to get away from them?
‘Look, don’t worry about it,’ he muttered, pulling his socks on. ‘I’ll sort it.’
‘How?’ Jenny wanted to know. ‘Where will you say you’ve been?’
‘Steve’s. That’s where I usually go, so she’ll believe me. Just hope she hasn’t spoken to him already.’
‘Maybe you’d best ring him and check?’
‘I’ll call in on the way home,’ Mark said, zipping his fly. ‘I was supposed to be going round there today, anyway.’
Jenny hugged her knees and watched as he hurriedly pulled on the rest of his clothes. She didn’t want him to leave but she was in no position to ask him to stay. Not yet, anyway.
When he was ready, Mark gave her an awkward smile. ‘Right, well, I’ll, er, see you, then.’
‘Okay.’ Jenny smiled back. ‘See you.’
Already at the door, Mark hesitated. He’d borrowed one hundred quid off her before the Scotch had come out last night, and he had fully expected her to use the loan to try and force him into some kind of relationship. By rights, she ought to be grateful that he’d shagged her in the first place, considering that he was cool and she was a ginger freak – albeit brunette now, and not really all that freaky any more. But she didn’t seem to care that he was leaving, and he couldn’t help but wonder why. Embarrassed when it suddenly occurred to him that he might have performed badly, he gave her a quick nod goodbye and fled.
Jenny stayed where she was until she heard the front door click shut
‘There you go again, making excuses for him.’ Sonia sneered. ‘I wouldn’t even mind if you knew where he was, but you haven’t got a clue, have you? He could be up to all sorts, for all you know. What if he’s cheating on you – have you even thought about that?’
‘I’m going,’ said Amy desperate to get out of there. She leaned down and kissed the kids. ‘Be good for Nana, and I’ll see you in the morning.’ Then, thanking her mum again, she rushed out and set off on the long, cold walk home.
6
Mark woke to the delicious scent of fried bacon.
‘What time is it?’ he asked, sitting up when Jenny put the tray she was carrying on the bedside table.
‘Half-ten,’ she told him, taking a cup of tea off the tray and walking around to the other side of the bed.
‘At night?’ Mark’s eyes swivelled towards the curtains.
‘No, morning. I would have woken you earlier, but you looked so comfortable I didn’t want to disturb you.’
Mark groaned, shoved the quilt off and looked around for his clothes. He couldn’t remember coming into her bedroom last night, never mind getting undressed. After the tea Jenny had cracked open a bottle of Scotch, and the last thing he remembered was her giving him a blow job. And he could only imagine that it had been a belter for everything that had come after it to be erased. But, good or not, nothing was worth the grief he was going to get off Amy when she got her hands on him.
‘You might as well eat your butty before you go,’ said Jenny, hoping to keep him a little while longer. She’d slept with a couple of lads in the years since their first encounter, but none had ever matched up to Mark. And she had never spent a full night with any of them, so it had been absolutely magical to wake up beside him this morning.
Mark shook his head. He didn’t even want to speak to her just now, never mind eat the flaming butty.
‘You’re not angry with me, are you?’ she asked. ‘I did try to wake you, but you were completely out of it. Hope I haven’t got you into trouble.’
With his back turned towards Jenny, Mark heard the threat of tears in her voice and rolled his eyes. Why did women always turn on the waterworks when you were trying to get away from them?
‘Look, don’t worry about it,’ he muttered, pulling his socks on. ‘I’ll sort it.’
‘How?’ Jenny wanted to know. ‘Where will you say you’ve been?’
‘Steve’s. That’s where I usually go, so she’ll believe me. Just hope she hasn’t spoken to him already.’
‘Maybe you’d best ring him and check?’
‘I’ll call in on the way home,’ Mark said, zipping his fly. ‘I was supposed to be going round there today, anyway.’
Jenny hugged her knees and watched as he hurriedly pulled on the rest of his clothes. She didn’t want him to leave but she was in no position to ask him to stay. Not yet, anyway.
When he was ready, Mark gave her an awkward smile. ‘Right, well, I’ll, er, see you, then.’
‘Okay.’ Jenny smiled back. ‘See you.’
Already at the door, Mark hesitated. He’d borrowed one hundred quid off her before the Scotch had come out last night, and he had fully expected her to use the loan to try and force him into some kind of relationship. By rights, she ought to be grateful that he’d shagged her in the first place, considering that he was cool and she was a ginger freak – albeit brunette now, and not really all that freaky any more. But she didn’t seem to care that he was leaving, and he couldn’t help but wonder why. Embarrassed when it suddenly occurred to him that he might have performed badly, he gave her a quick nod goodbye and fled.
Jenny stayed where she was until she heard the front door click shut
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