Down London Road

me yesterday.’
    WHAT? ‘Oh, my God.’
    ‘I said yes.’
    ‘What?’ I laughed happily, hearing her throaty and quite obviously pleased chuckle on the other end of the line. ‘I’m so happy for you! Congratulations, hon, and tell Braden I said “about time”!’
    Her laughter warmed my frozen cheeks. ‘I will. Look, Ellie is already planning a dreaded engagement party, so, um, we’ll talk when you get back. Hope “meeting the parents weekend” has gone well.’
    ‘Very well. Not as well as your weekend, obviously.’
    ‘Yeah. Well, he paid a cab driver to be in on it and he proposed in Bruntsfield in the cab just where we met. He pulled out a ring, told me he loved me and that he’d try not to fuck it up if I tried not to fuck it up, so how could I say no?’
    I snorted. ‘You couldn’t. Sounds like the perfect proposal for you.’
    Her voice softened. ‘Yeah, it kind of was.’
    ‘So happy for you.’
    ‘Thanks, Jo. I’ll see you soon?’
    ‘Soon.’
    We hung up and Andy looked at me with a quirked eyebrow. ‘Good news?’
    I nodded. ‘My best friend just got engaged. She doesn’t have any family of her own, so this is amazing for her.’ Suddenly tears pricked my eyes at the thought of everything Joss was gaining, and I laughed a little weepily, feeling like an idiot.
    ‘What’s going on?’ Cam approached, his eyebrows drawn together in a glower. ‘Why are you upset?’
    ‘I’m not upset.’ I waved him off with a goofy smile and held up my phone. ‘That was Joss. She and Braden just got engaged.’
    Cam grinned, hooking an arm around my neck to draw me into his side. ‘Come here, sappy girl. The brisk coastal wind will dry those tears.’
    I cuddled into him. ‘Don’t you think it’s great news?’
    He nodded, his eyes bright on me. ‘I think it’s brilliant news. She’s a good girl, deserves to be happy.’
    God, he was lovely sometimes.
    ‘And Braden is a brave man. I’ll need to buy him a pint when we get back.’
    Andy grunted at our side. ‘A pint for a soldier going off to war.’
    Cam’s shoulders shook beneath my head. ‘Exactly.’
    ‘For a general surveying his battlefield and using logic against an illogical foe.’
    ‘Yep.’
    ‘For a warrior about to head into the mouth of the dragon’s cave.’
    ‘Definitely.’
    ‘For –’
    ‘Okay, okay, funny men,’ I interrupted with a huff. ‘Who needs a coastal wind to dry the eyes when I’m in the presence of the MacCabe sense of humour?’
    Andy shot me a wry smile and then turned a full-blown grin on Cam as we drew closer to Cole, Lena and Bryn. ‘You better keep this one, son.’



20
    ‘Hello, beautiful.’ A deep, familiar voice brought my head up from the letter I was shoving into an envelope.
    Greeted by the sight of Malcolm standing in the doorway to Mr Meikle’s reception area, I smiled. My heart thudded a little faster as he smiled back affectionately, all class and polish in his designer suit. ‘Malcolm,’ I replied warmly.
    His dark eyes glittered as he strolled casually into the room towards me. ‘It’s good to see you.’
    I stayed frozen awkwardly in place for a moment as I decided what I should do, how I should greet him. Malcolm waited on the other side of my desk, his eyebrows raised in question.
    After seeing his name on the appointment sheet today, I’d felt my stomach start to do flips. We’d been texting, but this would be the first time we’d seen each other in person since the break-up. Now that he was here in front of me, I didn’t know how to react.
    Laughing a little at my own nervousness, I pushed back from the desk and rounded it, my arms open. He immediately drew me into a tight hug that I reciprocated, surprised by how glad I was to see him. I had to pull away, however, when his hands started sliding slowly down my back. My cheeks were flushed with guilt for letting Malcolm get close enough to touch me in any way that was remotely more than friendly.
    It had been two weeks since the Saturday with Cam’s parents and Cam and I had been dating each other for just over six weeks. Six weeks didn’t sound like long, but it felt like forever. Long enough for me to know that this was the kind of flirtatious interaction with another guy that
would
piss my boyfriend off.
    ‘You look good.’ I gave him another quick smile to cover my abrupt departure from the hug.
    ‘You too. I take it you’re well?’
    I nodded, and sat back in my chair, looking up at him with