‘Can’t remember,’ she lied, glancing up at the glass roof.
There were two recurring nightmares Ginny had, and neither of them were up for discussion.
‘I bet you watched something scary last night. That’ll do it.’ Sophie glanced over the other side of Ginny to where Lottie was resting, reading a paperback. ‘You should give her some of your romance reads, Lott. Might help her sleep better.’
Lottie lowered her book and smiled. ‘You not sleeping, Gin?’
Ginny rolled her eyes at Sophie. ‘Ignore her, chick. I’m fine.’ She indicated at Alice doing lengths in the pool. ‘I might take a dip in a minute,’ she added, wanting a subject change.
‘Ooh, sounds heavenly,’ said Lottie.
Sophie leaned over. ‘We can all hold you up, Lott, if you like.’
Ginny nodded, glancing at her friend’s electric wheelchair to her side. She often wished she was as positive as Lottie Jordan. There wasn’t a person in the world she knew with more spirit and drive. Ginny was sure had she been run over and lost the use of her legs, she would’ve fallen apart at the seams. ‘With yourupper-body strength, you could probably outswim us all without any help.’
Lottie beamed and flexed her biceps. ‘You know it’s true.’
They shared a laugh, and the last dregs of Ginny’s nightmare dispersed.
‘How’s the house getting on, Lott?’ asked Sophie. ‘Almost there?’
Lottie nodded. ‘Almost. The two houses are now one, and everything’s a lot tidier, thank goodness. I really hated all that mess.’ She looked at Ginny. ‘What about you? Any news in your life?’
Ginny’s tummy flipped as thoughts of Will flashed through her mind. Did Lottie know about him or suspect something was going on? ‘Why did you ask that?’
Both women raised their eyebrows.
‘What you hiding?’ asked Sophie, grinning.
‘Nothing.’
‘You acted defensive,’ said Lottie.
‘Did not.’
Sophie laughed. ‘Did too.’
‘I was only asking to see if you had more news on your tearoom idea,’ said Lottie. ‘But Sophie’s right. You’re hiding something. Spill the beans.’
Ginny tutted, folding her arms. Should she mention the man with the muscles who helped out in her café on Monday? Was there any point? She’d not seen hide nor hair of him since, and it was Saturday now, not that she expected to see him again, after all, she had told him she didn’t need any more of his help in the café.
‘It’s a man,’ said Sophie, nodding over at Lottie. ‘Has to be.’
Ginny frowned, annoyed her friend was inside her head. ‘Why does it have to be?’
‘Because you clammed up,’ said Lottie, giggling while tying her strawberry-blonde hair into a messy bun.
The cat was well and truly out the bag and without one word being spoken. Ooh, how Ginny wished she could hide her crushes from her mates.
‘Oh, come on, Gin,’ said Sophie. ‘Who is he?’
‘I’m not sure there is anyone, exactly,’ she replied. ‘I mean, I did meet a man, but, well, I’m not sure yet.’
‘You take your time, Ginny. Don’t rush into anything,’ said Lottie.
Sophie scoffed. ‘That’s rich coming from you. You’ve only been with Samuel since the summer, and he’s moved in with you already.’
Lottie raised her arm. ‘He was helping me when I broke my arm, thank you very much.’
