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There she was back in control and they could all have a good laugh about this one day. Like the adults they all were.
Three dots.
Oh bloody hell what now?
Paige: Shame xx
Melanie pushed her glasses back in place, her eyes wide. What the . . . ?
Chapter Twelve
Paige
Paige was sprawled on her sofa, Beauty and The Beast playing in the background, but Paige wasn’t watching, rather she had her phone in her hand. Her mind was racing around a single track over and over again. Why had she sent that text? Now if Paige had been able to tap into her mojo, her psychic ability, her gut instinct, whatever the hell you wanted to call it, she would have known whether or not it had been a good idea to send that message to Melanie. But she didn’t have that, and didn’t know if she’d overstepped, but from the lack of response had to guess that maybe she had.
She still wasn’t clear even now, what had possessed her. That she’d just woken up was her excuse. She’d sent it before she could think it through, but the flirting had definitely been building. Right? Or had that been in her head? Her hands fisted as she once again and possibly forever continued to try and second guess every little thing. No, she hadn’t imagined it. Maybe now they could outright flirt? Was that what she wanted? Was that something Melanie wanted?
She lifted her head from the sofa cushions as she heard the clonking sound of the metal steps outside and a key in the lock to her flat. As the door opened it let in some more sunshine from outside, along with Connie.
‘What time do you call this?’ Paige asked.
‘You’re not my mum, God.’ Connie grinned. ‘Thank you, I’ve always wanted to say that.’
‘You’ll be getting grounded if you carry on,’ Paige said.
‘Yeah that’s too far. So, as predicted the Captain from the cruise just happened to be in Manchester. We went out for tea and then back to his hotel to get reacquainted.’
‘Oh.’ What else was there to say to that?
‘And by reacquainted, I mean, I got reacquainted with his jolly roger.’
‘Oh God, it’s too early in the morning for this.’
‘Well then it was a good job I didn’t bring him back here then, isn’t it?’ Connie strode over to the kitchen. ‘You could do with a little action yourself lady, might chill you out a little maybe even cheer you up.’
‘Thanks, Gran.’ There was no little amount of sarcasm.
‘I mean it, I see you and Melanie hitting the sheets sometime soon.’ Connie was putting the kettle on, and talking as if this was common knowledge.
Paige sat upright on the sofa. ‘I really hope you haven’t.’
‘It doesn’t work like that as well you know or used to know. It’s just a series of hunches and suspicions — my gut if you will. But it’s telling me, you two will get to it.’
Paige nearly asked, ‘And then what?’ but very quickly decided she didn’t want to know the answer and neither did she know what answer she wanted to hear.
‘You look like you need a cup of tea and a hug.’ Connie moved towards the sofa and sat down beside Paige, who leaned in a little for what was Paige’s equivalent of a hug. ‘No, wait, let me go shower first.’
‘Gross, Gran.’
Paige’s phone lit up as a call came through, and Paige quickly rejected it. Connie sighed. ‘And what are you going to do about that?’
‘Nothing, she’ll get the message soon enough.’
Paige kept her eyes down, not wanting to see whatever expression might be on Connie’s face.
‘You know she’s only going to start messaging me again too,’ Connie pointed out.
Paige grunted. Connie was waiting for something else from her. Well, she would be waiting for a long time. As if Connie knew, and let’s face it she probably did, she got up off the sofa and changed the topic.
