course.’
Isabel opens her eyes and pulls her knees into her chest.
‘He was crying last night, your dad said. Shame, but it’s also good to see that he realises what a stupid mistake he made letting you go, love. He’s been banging on Rachel’s door too trying to find out where you are.’
Louise hears her daughter’s sudden ragged intake of breath. ‘Listen love, I didn’t mean to upset you. He doesn’t know that you are in Spain and it’s better that it stays that way. Don’t start getting all forgiving and sentimental. If he’s done it once, he’ll do it again. He’s lost your trust and we’re all so lucky that you are still alive, remember that.’ Louise sighs heavily. ‘Are you still there, darling?’
Isabel is still imagining Paul pleading with her parents, repenting, and she knows that it’s probably wrong but she just wants to take him in her arms and forgive him. Surely everyone deserves a second chance?
‘Iz, are you there?’
‘Yes, yes, sorry mum. Phone line isn’t that clear. What were you going to say?’
‘Well, some good news actually. We had an invitation, well your father did really, from his old friend and fellow lecturer. You may remember his son, Marcos? He gave you lessons oh, years and years ago,’ Louise says casually.
‘Marcos?’ Isabel repeats. Do I remember him? Ha!
‘Yes, you took a bit of a shine to him, if I remember rightly! Anyway, you were both only young, I doubt you’d even remember what he looked like?’
‘Hmmmm, not really,’ Isabel lies, holding the phone against her shoulder and pulling threads out of the bandage around her healing fingers.
‘Well, your father and I are coming to Málaga in a few days. His family and friends are having a party for him. He’s just got engaged to an English girl out there.’ Isabel suddenly feels stupid, immature and for some inexplicable reason, on the verge of tears again.
‘We thought we’d pick you and Rachel up and take you along? I’m sure they’d love to see you. I’m sure that two extra guests won’t make a difference. It’s a pool party and barbecue at his parent’s villa in the mountains near Málaga,’ Louise continues, unaware of her daughters’ discomfort.
‘What the hell happened to you ?’ asks Rachel, concerned, rubbing her hair with her beach towel and lowering herself onto the edge of Isabel’s lounger, ‘Iz??’
‘Oh Rach,’ sniffs Isabel, ‘I don’t know where to start! How can so much happen in just fifteen minutes! I was having so much fun and then my bloody mum phones and my whole world is turned upside down again...! Sorry to be so melodramatic,’ she adds miserably, thumping the mattress and examining her pink toenail polish as if all the answers to her happiness lay somewhere on her feet.
‘Rach, there’s a bar just up there with tall benches and tables. We can kick off our flip-flops in the shade and swing our legs above the sand... and have a few drinks?!!’ says Isabel, with a hint of desperation and sadness in her voice.
‘Looks like you need one or two! Come on let’s pay and move on, eh?’
Chapter 16
C raig and Paul lounge on his big white leather sofa’s in his top floor apartment in Harbury, watching Man United vs Liverpool on a wide screen TV.
‘Another beer mate?’ asks Craig as he jumps up energetically from the sofa towards the huge, white and chrome open-plan kitchen with views over the immaculate communal gardens.
‘I’ll have one if you are’ says Paul, staring at his mobile.
‘Mate, she’ll text you when she’s ready. It’s like you said, there’s no point in hassling her. She’s pretty pissed-off with you right now and by the sound of things, she was mighty messed up in that accident.’
‘I know. You’re right!’ Paul exhales, sitting up on the sofa with renewed confidence and cracking open the can of lager that he takes from his friend. ‘I’ll play the waiting game, if it means I have a chance of getting her
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