The Little Book Café: Tash’s Story. Georgia Hill

any cruelty to animals.

      Kit shrugged. ‘I’m trying to find ways of gradually getting them used to being outside but nothing’s working at the moment.’

      ‘Maybe get in touch with the donkey sanctuary over at Sidmouth?’

      ‘I’ll have to do that.’

      As they reached what Tash assumed was his car, a dusty Freelander, she smiled at him. ‘It’s been great bumping into you.’ Giving Merlin a stroke, she added, ‘And you too, Merlin.’

      ‘Come over and see the farm one day.’ Kit opened the Freelander’s tailgate and the dog leaped up gracefully. ‘I’m hoping to acquire some ducks soon.’

      ‘How could I resist?’

      ‘How, indeed?’ He came to her and looked down. ‘And it’s been lovely bumping into you too, Natasha Taylor the estate agent. Come for a coffee. Mum would love to see you again.’

      ‘I will.’ By the time she’d persuaded a reluctant Benji to get into her car, Kit had driven off. ‘What a great start to my day off,’ she said to a completely uninterested terrier. The sun had risen in the sky and the heat in the car had built up to a suffocating level. She buzzed all the windows down. Once she’d dropped Benji off, the garden and a book beckoned. She was ready to top off her tan with Heathcliff for company. ‘A perfect day,’ she added. In her pocket her phone came to life as it got a signal. On it were fifteen texts from Adrian asking where she was and why she wasn’t answering her mobile.

       Chapter 7

      ‘But I want to do it. I like raising money for the RNLI. I happen to think it’s important.’ Tash tried to keep the petulance out of her voice. She really couldn’t see why Adrian was so dead set against a fun run. ‘It’s for Lifeboat Month.’ She opened the kitchen door and went into the hall.

      ‘I know exactly what it’s for, Natasha,’ Adrian said, following her so closely she could feel his breath hot on her neck. ‘I just don’t see why you need to go out three times a week dressed like that.’

      ‘If I’m going to take part, I want to train for it. I don’t intend on coming in last. And, for goodness sake Adrian, what the hell do you expect me to wear to go running? A winceyette dressing gown? Of course I’ll wear my shorts. Stop being so ridiculous.’ It was the second time they’d argued about it. The last time Adrian had got round her and taken her to bed so she’d missed the training run with Emma. She needed to train; there was no way she was going to be beaten by a girl who thought a crisp sandwich was health food. Tash thought she’d gone too far with the last comment but Adrian just made what she privately termed his cat’s arse face.

      ‘I was going to make my special cottage pie. With cheesy potatoes.’

      His voice had a whining quality that had Tash taking several deep breaths before she trusted herself to answer. ‘That would have been lovely Ade, but I need to cut my carbs if I’m going to be serious about this.’ She went into the hall and sat on the vintage pew that they’d sourced from a very expensive antiques centre in Exeter. She slipped her feet into her running shoes and began tying the laces.

      His mood changed, as unpredictably as ever. ‘Serious? It’s a fun run for charity, Natasha, not the London bloody Marathon.’

      Tash tried to disarm him. ‘Don’t swear Adrian. I don’t like it.’ Getting up, she faced him. The attempt at humour hadn’t worked. Out of the corner of her eye she could see her car keys hanging on the hooks by the front door. If necessary, she was sure she could grab them and be out of the door before he – she bit off the thought. What did she think he was going to do? Hit her? No. He’d never do that. He loved her.

      He took a step towards her. His eyes bulged a little and he’d broken out into a clammy sweat.

      Tash sucked in a sharp breath as his hand fisted to white knuckles. Her fingers inched towards her keys. Then she saw his shoulders relax and the tension splintered.

      ‘I just don’t understand why you don’t want to spend any time with me nowadays.’ His voice had gone back to wheedling. ‘You’re either at work late, off at this book club or out running.’ He reached out a hand and stroked her bare arm. Tash willed herself not to flinch. ‘Why not spend the evening with me. Nice bottle of white in the garden. We could go through those conservatory catalogues. You’ve always wanted a conservatory. Natasha, it’s too hot to go running.’

      ‘But I want to. It’s important to me. For lots of reasons, Adrian. Not just the fun run but to get fitter too. I had to use an elastic band to fasten my work skirt this morning. I need to lose a few pounds.’ She warmed to her theme as he seemed to be taking it calmly. ‘And I enjoy my job, I want to do well. Like yours, it’s not nine to five and that’s one reason I love it. For the variety.’ She put her head on one side, her pulse calming as he’d shown no reaction. ‘And, the book club? Really? I’ve been once so far. We both work hard. We both play hard. I seem to remember that was what you liked about me when we met. Both ambitious, you said.’