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“That sounds amazing. Where did you get it from?”
I let out a sigh and frowned, worried about how Amy got through the day without a responsible adult with her.
“Ooh I’ve got a call,” Ellie said, turning to her screen and saving herself from having to look witheringly at Amy.
As Ellie chatted away, taking details of the message, Amy sighed heavily.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
She shook back her long, honey coloured hair and pouted.
“I tried to get on this year.”
“What, on Love Island?”
“Hmm. I didn’t hear anything though. I even emailed them and asked them to make sure they had the correct contact details for me.”
“And what did they say?” I asked, not really bothered but thought it rude not to ask.
“I didn’t hear back.” She shook her head and furrowed her brow. “I’ll try again next year.”
“I would imagine the waiting list is huge, Amy. I wouldn’t bother if I were you.”
Amy shrugged and went back to her magazine, evidently not interested in what I had to say on the matter. It didn’t bother me, my own kids ignored my opinion most of the time and so what chance did I have with her.
Contemplating whether to go and make a cup of tea, I noticed my mobile was vibrating on my desk. Switching my workstation into ‘busy’ I reached for it, seeing Dex’s name was flashing on the screen.
“H-hi, Dex,” I stammered, feeling excited and worried all at the same time.
When I’d seen him the day before, he’d said we’d speak later, but he hadn’t called. I’d tried not to get all stressed about it, but I really liked him and was praying for him to call. When he hadn’t, I wondered whether Carl’s appearance had put him off, or maybe he’d thought again about Charlie’s accident and decided I wasn’t worth the effort.
But, no – he was actually calling me.
But what if he was calling to say he wouldn’t be calling again?
“Hey Katie. How y’all doing?” His accent was broad and sexy and made me want to put on a pair of Daisy Duke’s and ride across a ranch, on a horse called Champion.
“I’m fine thanks. Just at work, so could be better.”
“You want me to call back later?” he asked, sounding concerned.
“God no,” I blurted out. “It’s okay, we’re not busy.”
“Well that’s good, because I was looking forward to talking to you.”
There was a definite smile in Dex’s voice, prompting my own face to crack into a silly grin. That was what he did to me – made me smile, and I’d not even known him a week.
“It’s lovely to talk to you too,” I responded.
“I was going to call last night, but when I got home I got a phone call from Benny, the guy who used to work for me in Dallas. He’s got his own place now, but wanted some advice. By the time we finished talkin’ I was tuckered out.”
“That’s okay,” I said, trying not to sound as though I’d been disappointed. “I had an early night anyway, after the night before I needed it.”
“How is Charlie?” he asked.
“Much better. He went back to school today, although it was difficult prising him away from his magazine.”
Dex laughed and the deep, rumbling sound sent a thrill of excitement into my ear and right down to the pit of my stomach. What the hell was this man doing to me? I was behaving like a teenager – next thing I’d be writing a diary and taking Mandy to do a walk by past his studio, eager for a glimpse of him.
