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What? When Leo’s voice sounded on the radio Alex threw her pencil back down in disgust. What was Justin playing at?
‘You want to say something, I gather?’
‘Yes. This is a message for Lieutenant Tara—’
‘The Lieutenant Tara?’ Clemmie interjected.
‘No, not the Lieutenant Tara. Me. He means me,’ Alex shouted crossly at the radio.
‘The lady in question knows who I mean, and this is my message to her.’
‘Go ahead, Leo.’
‘Well, stop interrupting him then...’ Alex had really liked Clemmie when she’d met her. Now she was beginning to get on her nerves.
Leo spoke, his voice clear and impassioned. ‘There’s no reason on earth why you should even listen, but I’m begging you to think about what I have to say. I love you and I want you to take me back. I promise I won’t let you down this time.’
‘What? Leo, you can’t be serious...’ Could he? He sounded serious.
Clemmie’s voice again. ‘Well, I can tell you that this guy surely looks as if he means it. So if the lady in question has an answer and would like to phone in we’ll put her straight through. And, in the meantime, as it’s you, Leo, I’m going to
let you choose the next track.’
‘Thanks. It’s a song from Bobby and Aleesha’s new album.’
‘Ooh—love that. It’s a new direction for both of these two, but it’s been selling like hot cakes.’
‘Yep. They took a risk, but it worked out. Here’s Bobby and Aleesha.’
‘No, Leo...’ Tears started to roll down Alex’s face. How could he do this?
She knew exactly how he could do it. She’d asked him to take her number out of his phone, and she’d taken his out of hers because she wanted no part of Leo’s guilt. When he spoke to her, she wanted it to be real. And for Leo, saying it on the radio was about as real as it got.
She got to her feet, her heart thumping and her lungs straining to breathe. He loved her. He wouldn’t let her down. Leo had promised.
‘Okay. Take a breath. Count to ten.’ That didn’t work. She started to pace up and down, listening to the radio, wondering whether Leo would come back on.
It seemed not. The song had finished and there were more messages. From Darren to Claire. From Emma to Pete. Her head was spinning, and she still didn’t know what to do. Dared she trust Leo?
‘And we have Marion from Hampstead on the line. Marion, who’s your message for?’
‘My message is for Leo. I hope the lady says yes, but if she doesn’t then just pass my number on. I’ll say yes, Leo.’
‘No, you won’t!’ Alex yelled at the radio, picking it up and shaking it hard.
Then she knew. Alex grabbed her phone, staring at it.
She didn’t have his number. And, despite the fact she’d heard it about a million times, she couldn’t remember the number of the radio station. She waited impatiently for the next piece of music to finish, and then Clemmie obligingly read it out.
She dialled and waited. She knew that if she hung on the call would be answered, but it might take a while. Then she heard the operator on the other end.
‘Hello... Hello, it’s Alex Jackson...’
‘Alex. I have a question for you. What colour was that gorgeous dress of yours?’
‘My what?’ Suddenly she realised. They were making sure that it was her. ‘Green. It was green.’
‘Right. Hold on for just one moment. Don’t go away—I’m putting you through to Leo.’
