‘It’s not. It’s actually kind of geeky and sweet.’
‘So …’ Dee says, clearly still wondering why I have called her.
‘I met this crazy aunt today, she told me my parents were never married.’
‘What?’ Dee’s face creases with concern.
‘She’s nuts, she also told me Mum had a phobia of seagulls and the dark. She must have their story confused with someone else’s.’
‘Seagulls?’
‘I think I would have known if Mum had any phobias. Then Suki’s mad at me for messing up this Instagram Live today, and then there’s this cab driver, Ted, the one I shouted at, he’s been driving me around today, and we’ve been talking a lot …’ I trail off, not sure why I mentioned Ted.
‘Laura, have you been drinking?’ Dee asks.
‘Yes,’ I say with a grimace.
‘Right, well. It sounds like you’ve had a pretty full-on day. Maybe you should rain-check Suitcase Guy, see him tomorrow when you have a clearer head. If he’s really so perfect, you don’t need to rush anything.’
‘Maybe you’re right. He’s already asked me out on a day date tomorrow.’
‘Great. Everyone loves a day date. Look, don’t put yourself under too much pressure. It feels like you’re set on writing the perfect article about the perfect story, all while trying to meet the perfect guy – it’s a lot to put on one weekend away.’
‘Hmmm,’ I say, screwing up my face at the screen, tucking a wisp of flyaway hair behind my ear.
‘You look tired, Laura. Have a good night’s sleep, pick things up with him tomorrow.’ I give her a grateful grin. I’m sure it’s good advice. ‘And next time we talk, we need to have a conversation about the state of the nation or politics or something,’ Dee says, opening her eyes wide and bringing them right up to the screen. ‘I refuse to be the “best-friend sounding board”, constantly playing second fiddle to the primary, male-focused storyline.’
‘OK, you’ve got a deal,’ I say, bringing my eyes right up to the screen too. ‘Look, I’d better go, and Dee – thank you.’
Jasper is sitting at the piano when I come back. The sheet music from his bag is open, and he starts playing ‘Against All Odds’ as I walk across the room. His fingers move organically across the keys in a rapid flurry of notes; he’s clearly talented. I tilt my head to the beat as I sit down on the window seat near him. Unbidden, my mind drifts back to the beach, to the warmth of Ted’s voice, and I realise that this is the second piece of live Phil Collins music I’ve enjoyed this evening.
‘Didn’t I say I wouldn’t be able to do it justice?’ Jasper says as he closes the lid.
‘You’re amazing. I could listen to you play all night long,’ I say, bringing my mind back into the room, then I bite my lip, worried my words sounded suggestive. ‘But listen, if we’re going boating tomorrow, I might call it a night. It’s been a long day for me.’
Jasper’s eyes flash disappointment, but he quickly hides it with a smile. I offer to call a cab, but he insists he will drive me home.
We’re about to leave when Jasper says, ‘Your case!’
He presses a palm to each cheek, and we both laugh at the fact we might have forgotten. Opening a hall cupboard, he pulls out my suitcase. When he hands it over, I hug it to my chest – relieved to finally have it back. I’ll have so many choices of what to wear tomorrow, my good mascara, my silk pyjamas, my diary, and the shampoo that makes my hair smell like a spa in a citrus farm. I didn’t know these objects were so important to me, but clearly, they are.
There are two cars in Jasper’s driveway, a black SUV and a red sports car. He takes me to the Land Rover, which he opens with two beeps of a key fob. Were these expensive cars inherited from his uncle, too, I wonder, or are kitchens a lucrative business? When we reach Ted’s drive in L’Étacq, I tell Jasper he can drop me on the road – I don’t want to disturb anyone by driving in so late – but Jasper insists on seeing me to the bottom of the drive. The beach is dark, no sign of the party, but inside Gerry’s house the living room light is on.
I start to open the car door, but Jasper says, ‘No! Wait. Stay there.’ He leaps out of his side and runs around to mine, opening my door and taking a little bow. He has rather sweet, old-fashioned manners, or perhaps he’s simply trying to impress me. If he is, it’s working.
‘Why thank you,’ I say, with a little curtsy. Then I lean forward to kiss him on the cheek, but he’s leaning in to kiss my other side and we end up bumping foreheads. We both clutch our heads and laugh. Jasper blushes at his own clumsiness and then feigns leaning in again, knocking his head on the car door, and falling down on the ground, flat on his back on the gravel. His clowning makes me burst out laughing, and I reach out my hand to help him up.
‘That wasn’t very suave of me,’ he says. ‘I was trying to be suave.’
As his eyes meet mine, I see a flash of nerves and I’m surprised a man who looks like Jasper could be nervous. Standing opposite him, I feel a warm glow of validation; I was right about the suitcase. Everyone thought I was being nuts, but look, here he is, exactly what I sensed from his luggage he might be.
‘I’m looking forward to seeing more of this suaveness tomorrow,’ I say with a grin.
‘Another day in paradise,’ he says.
‘Well, if leaving me is easy.’
‘You’ll be in my heart.’ He smiles, pressing a hand to his chest.
‘Are we actually doing this? Are we having a conversation in Phil Collins song titles?’
‘Oh, I could keep going all night,’ Jasper says with a dramatic sigh, and I feel my cheeks begin to ache with smiling.
‘I’ll see you tomorrow,’ I say, turning towards the garden.
‘Laura,’ he calls after me, and I turn to look back at him. ‘I can’t wait.’
The words send a hum of contentment through me, and I raise my eyes to the sky, silently thanking the stars for their part in this.