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He just sighs.
I play with a fold of his T-shirt. “What about you? You said you were single that night at the bar.”
“Yeah.”
“But you’ve had girlfriends?”
“One or two.”
“Saxon…” I know that’s going to be a vast understatement.
“I lived with a girl for a while,” he admits. “Renie.”
“A redhead?”
He laughs. “No. You’re the only tiger I’ve known.”
I smile smugly, because he can’t see me. “What went wrong?”
“I was just starting to get involved with Titus’s IVF project. Working all the hours under the sun. She said if I loved her, I would rather spend time with her than be at the office. And maybe she was right.”
“You didn’t love her?”
“I thought I did.” He doesn’t elaborate.
I remember his surprise that I didn’t use Tinder, and his words,You’ve never slept with anyone the first time you’ve met them?I’m guessing he must meet girls through the app or in clubs and bars, and that he’s probably had quite a few one-night stands. I wonder how many he’s had since we slept together? I want to ask, but I’m afraid of the answer.
I clear my throat. “Have you met anyone special since August?”
He sighs. “Just the one girl. She’s proving elusive, though. I’m having to use all my manly charms on her, such as they are.”
I look at my hand where it’s resting on his T-shirt, at my short nails, and ringless fingers. Then I push myself up. “I’m really tired,” I say, which is the truth. “Would you mind taking me back now?”
His eyebrows rise. “Of course.”
“Shall I help you wash the dishes first?”
“No, come on. Let’s get you home.”
He puts his Converses on, and then we head out to his car. It’s a balmy night, the first sign that summer is on its way.
“You obviously like motorbikes,” I say as we get into the car.
“Yeah, I take them out at the weekend. Dad always insisted I wear leathers when I was young, and I can’t be bothered to change into a suit when I get to work.” He heads the Aston out of the garage, and soon we’re on the long, straight road back to the city.
“Thank you so much for dinner tonight,” I say. “It was all absolutely delicious.”
“I’m glad you’re impressed by such simple fare. It bodes well.”
I chuckle, and he grins. “By the way,” he says, “I forgot to tell you. There’s someone I’d like you to meet. She’s my cousin—my dad’s brother’s girl. Her name’s Kennedy. She’s two years younger than me, and she’s married to Jackson, who’s a doctor, and she has a six-month-old baby called Edward—Eddie. She’s lovely, very friendly, and she’s dying to meet you. She asked if she could take you out to lunch on Friday.”
“Oh.”
“Nowhere fancy,” he says, amused. “I thought she’d be someone you could talk to about pregnancy as she’s only just gone through it.”
“That would be nice,” I say, touched that he’s thought about it.
“Also…” He hesitates. “I’ve ordered another credit card for you. I know you’re not going to like it, but I want you to use it to buy yourself whatever you need.”
