ElizabethPen texts me to say she’s on her way up. While the espresso fills one of the cups, I go over to the front door and open it to see her walking up the corridor. I smile. “Hey, you!”Nymph runs past me and dashes up to her, and she stops briefly to fuss her before following her up to the apartment. We exchange a kiss, and she comes in.She’s six years older and a couple of inches taller than me, but other than that we’re relatively alike, with the same light-brown hair, although hers is longer and wavier, and she often wears it up in a bun, like today.“The coffee’s nearly ready,” I tell her, going over to steam the milk. “How are you doing?”She dumps her purse on the breakfast bar and sits on one of the barstools. “Honestly?”I glance over at her. “Oh, what’s up?”She gives me a sad smile, and her bottom lip trembles. Only then do I see how pale she is, and the dark patches under her eyes, before she puts her face in her hands and bursts into tears.“Oh, no…” I run around the
“I feel as if I’m at a point where I need to choose between my marriage and having a baby,” she says.We study each other for a moment. She looks surprised at having finally said what’s obviously been on her mind, and maybe even a little bit relieved.“Perhaps what you need right now is a break,” I say slowly. “Maybe a holiday. It seems perfectly natural to me that it’s put an incredible strain on your relationship. What you need is to rediscover why you’re together. Concentrate on yourselves. Give yourselves the opportunity to fall back in love again.”She nods and brightens. “I think you’re right.”“You don’t need to make any big, final decisions right now. It’s not all or nothing. There are still options available to you. Maybe pre-implantation genetic testing is what you need, to increase the chances of having a healthy embryo before it’s even implanted.”“Maybe. How is the research going on that, by the way?”“It’s good. Actually, I have something to tell you. I didn’t want to say
HuxleyThe Crescent is a bar halfway between the club and Elizabeth’s apartment, and we all occasionally meet there for a drink. This is the first time Elizabeth and I have met on our own, though, and I head out, conscious that my pulse is racing faster than normal.The days are still humid and warm, but as we head toward autumn, the nights are cooling down, and I’m glad of my jacket. The sun has almost set, and the streets are flooded with a deep orange light and lengthening shadows.I’m looking forward to seeing her, but I feel anxious too. I’m not sure why. Maybe because we haven’t yet talked properly about what comes next. I’m hopeful, but she hasn’t texted me today, even though I’ve messaged her a couple of times, and I have an odd feeling that this isn’t going to end well.I arrive at The Crescent and go inside. She’s not here yet, so I go up to the bar and order two whiskies, choosing the Ardbeg Islay malt I know she’ll like. She’ll be walking because the bar’s not that far awa
My heart’s racing. Her expression is hopeful and cautious. She wants me to be pleased for her. But she’s expecting me to be angry.“Is it a permanent move?” I ask.“They’ve requested a two-year commitment.”Two years. I give a short, humorless laugh, lean back, and look away, out through the window. It’s dark now, and the round lights in each alcove make me feel as if we’re on life rafts floating on the ocean, each nook its own small world.“Say something,” she pleads.I turn my gaze back to her. “What do you want? My blessing?” My voice is sharp, but I don’t care.She winces. “I understand why you’re angry.”“I’m not angry. I’m incredibly hurt.”Her brows draw together, and she bites her lip.“Last night,” I continue, “I’m pretty sure I remember us having sex.”“I know.”“Four times.”Her eyes glimmer with a touch of humor. “I know.”“Tell me it wasn’t amazing.”She gives me a look that saysYou know I can’t.“You’re just going to walk away from that?” I ask.“It was just sex,” she sa
ElizabethAfter our conversation in the bar, I do my best to put the events of the past few weeks behind me and concentrate on my career.I tell Titus and Mack that I’m going to England, and Titus calls Alan and lets him know. Everyone at Acheron Pharmaceuticals is overjoyed, and I have several long phone calls with people talking about practical details like where I’m going to live and what office I’ll use.I don’t see much of Huxley. For the first time in years, I don’t hear from him for three days—no calls or messages. I don’t speak to him at all until I turn up at the club for our usual Friday meeting. When I walk into the boardroom, he greets me with a smile. He’s polite and funny, like he always is, bustling around making sure we have coffees and food. But he avoids my eyes, and when the meeting is over, he’s out of the door first, saying he has things to do.I’m sure Mack has picked up on the mood, and I half expect him to wait behind to admonish me. But he doesn’t. He gathers u
HuxleyThe next two weeks pass swiftly. I’m busy at work, and I throw myself into the rest of the refurbishments, getting under Victoria’s feet until she yells at me to go home for Christ’s sake and give her some space. At the weekends, I have Joanna, and that passes a few pleasant hours. I take her to the zoo and the aquarium, and we also have a movie night, and watch TV while we’re in our pajamas, eating popcorn.When I do get some spare time, I do what I can to help Mack and Sidnie plan for their wedding. They want to keep it relatively simple, and Cameron Brown, who owns the yacht they’re hiring, is happy to organize the food and entertainment. But there are other bits and pieces that need arranging, and I call on some of my contacts to help Mack get what he wants, as it’s at relatively short notice.The invitations go out, and they state they want the wedding to be smart casual, so I’m not going to have to worry about wearing a tux. Instead, Mack and I choose a cream linen suit f
The beautiful autumn day feels more like late summer, and the breeze that blows across us is warm and pleasant. Sidnie looks absolutely stunning today, full of joy and excitement at her upcoming wedding. Her blonde hair hangs around her head in crazy curls that bob in the breeze, and her eyes are bright and sparkling. She throws her arms around Mack, and they exchange a long kiss before breaking apart so he can greet her family.“Welcome,” I say when they’re all done. “Come with me and I’ll show you to your cabins, and then you can explore.”Mack’s put me in charge of cabin allocation. It took a surprising amount of time to organize. Couples are easy, but there are a lot of single people coming, and not everyone’s keen on sharing a cabin. I’m sharing with Titus, and Victoria’s sharing with my sister, Evie, as they’re good friends, but I’ve given Elizabeth her own cabin. I figured it’s the least I can do.The next hour is busy as everyone arrives. Even if Mack hadn’t asked me to be his
ElizabethThe first day on board the yacht passes smoothly. Around six, we gravitate indoors to the saloon for dinner, and I’m awed by the amazing buffet the crew have put on—platters filled with freshly caught fish and seafood, cured meats, and a variety of gorgeous salads, as both Mack and Sidnie are vegetarians.Afterward, we move back out onto the deck for more swimming, conversation, champagne drinking, and dancing, as the music is turned up, and the sun begins to sink behind the land to the west.Huxley’s avoiding me. It’s quite obvious to me, although I don’t know if anyone else has picked up on it. He’s not cold, exactly, and he includes me in the conversation, and is quick to get me another drink or anything else I might need. But our usual teasing camaraderie is gone, and he spends most of the time on the other side of the pool, or off mingling with the guests.I should have expected it, but it makes me sad. I can’t rant and rail at him though, because it’s all my fault. I s