“No worries! See you later.” I wave.
She nods and heads back into the cold. Hannah smiles at her then turns back to me, eager to find out more.
“So, nothing at all happened?” She leans on the counter, staring intently at me.
I take a sip of my coffee. “Well, he came back for tea.”
Her eyes light up with a juicy titbit of goss. “And was it just tea?” She smirks.
I sigh. Well, I am here. Might as well tell someone what really happened. “Just tea, then maybe a little kiss.”
“Oh my God, stop it! I told you!” she squeals.
“Hannah, calm down.” I laugh as she is flapping her hands around. “But then, I think I ruined it.”
“How?” Her face drops into a puzzled look.
I sigh. “Greg called me, and I picked up.”
“Greg, ex Greg? Slept with your friend Greg?” Her eyes are wide and shocked.
“Yeah.”
“Oh dear…”
“I know.”
We sip the coffee she has made, and silence falls around us. She agrees that I should not have picked up the phone.
She breaks the silence. “So, you do like him?”
I pull a face of disgust. “Greg? No.”
“No, silly! Sam! You said you think you have ruined it. Youwouldn’t say that if you didn’t like him.” She smirks playfully.
I roll my eyes as my grin creeps up my cheeks. “OK, you have got me there. I wouldn’t mind getting to know him better. There. Happy?”
“Very.” She laughs. “But I don’t think you have ruined it. I have never seen Sam so giddy over a girl in… well, since forever!”
My cheeks begin to blush again. “Really?”
She rolls her eyes, smiling. “Girl, he talks about you at any chance he has. He has got it hard for you.”
I sip my coffee, trying to hide the smile that has filled my face. I told myself not to, but I can’t help feeling like I am falling for this village dream with the local butcher boy. If only I was not being forced to marry a man, so my family’s secret is not exposed. That is a slight downer on the situation.
I breathe out. “Well, I am flattered. I just… I don’t think I am at the point where I can have anything serious right now.”
“I get that.” She pauses then smiles at me. “But, when it’s true love, you have no choice but to embrace it.”
“Jesus, Han, we had a cuppa and a snog. It’s hardly love,” I protest, shaking my head.
She raises her eyebrows and takes another sip. “Knew it was more than a ‘little kiss’.”
I laugh. “Anyway, I’m glad you shouted me. I wanted to say thanks for last night. I had a wonderful time! Even if you bailed early!”
“I am sorry, but…” She pauses and looks out of the window to see where Lois is. “OK, can you keep a secret?”
“Yeah, of course. Is everything OK?” My voice is concerned.
