The Road Trip: The heart-warming new novel from the author of The Flatshare and The Switch by Beth O'Leary (i have read the book .txt) 📗

do. Half the time you’re in agonies over what she’s thinking. She’s always keeping you on the edge, playing games.’

‘She’s not playing games.’

Marcus appears in the kitchen doorway, his eyebrows drawn together. ‘You’re too busy lusting after her to notice. But don’t you think everyone gets that vibe off her?’

‘What – what vibe?’

‘The dark, sexual energy thing she’s got going on. I hate to break it to you, Dyl, but that’s not just for you. She gives it out in spades.’

‘I have no idea what you’re saying.’ But my heart is suddenly beating sickly and hard, because in truth I do know what he means. There’s this total honesty to Addie, an openness, a rawness; she’s so sexy. I suddenly remember how she looked in that bar when I came home, how effortlessly that tight dress had clung to her, how she’d known it. I think of all the times we’ve walked into a pub and I’ve caught a man’s gaze drawn her way like she’s something magnetic.

‘She’s going to hurt you, Dyl.’

The frustration hits me quite suddenly; it’s unusual that Marcus manages to get a rise out of me, but that tips me over the edge.

‘You just don’t want me to move out,’ I snap. ‘You want to keep me here.’

He recoils slightly, and I watch as the hurt registers in his eyes.

‘I’m trying to look out for you. That’s all I’m doing.’ He’s keeping his voice carefully steady, but the hand on his wine glass is white at the knuckles.

My phone beeps in my pocket; I fumble to check it so quickly I drop it, and I hear Marcus snort with derisive laughter as he heads back into the kitchen. It’s a WhatsApp message from Addie.

Let’s talk again tomorrow? Sorry things got heated – I shouldn’t have bitched about Marcus to you. I’d love to move in with you  xxx

Thank God. The worries melt away, the anger extinguished like a gas flame flicked off at the switch; I’m going to live with Addie, and find a job, and make my own way until I’m Professor Abbott, scholar and poet and lover of Addie Gilbert. Marcus’s protective instincts will ease eventually; he’ll grow to trust Addie, and she’ll start to understand him better. Everyone will come around.

Addie

It’s early summer, June time, and I’m still getting used to the pure joy of sharing a flat with Dylan.

Well, maybe not pure joy. We fight a fair bit now we live together. Teething problems, I think – and Marcus. He’s always a good source of arguments. This morning me and Dylan yelled at each other for half an hour because Dylan spent two hundred quid on a television stand we don’t need, but really we were arguing because yesterday Marcus accused me of manipulating the situation during a game of Charades at Cherry’s house and Dylan once again failed to clock Marcus being a dick to me. And I couldn’t exactly say, Marcus was mean about my charades technique and you didn’t stand up for me, so instead I said, We can’t afford this. Money’s such an easy thing to argue about. Especially with Dylan.

As I pull into the school car park, Etienne is climbing out of his BMW. He raises his hand to me in greeting and I wave back, yanking the handbrake on and trying to remember if I pencilled both eyebrows or just the one. Can’t recall for the life of me. It’s been one of those days. Already.

‘Ready for the summer to start?’ Etienne calls as I lock the car and jog over. He smiles. We’ve relaxed around each other over the last few months. I don’t think about every word before I say it any more, and my heart doesn’t beat quite so hard when he comes into my classroom unannounced.

‘Nah,’ I say, wrinkling up my nose. ‘Thought I’d stick around and help out at the summer school.’

He laughs, and I glow.

‘You’ve done well this term, Addie,’ he says. ‘I’ve been really impressed.’

The glow brightens. ‘Oh, thank you. I’m really grateful to you and to Moira for everything you’ve done to help me, and all your patience as I found my feet.’

‘I have a good instinct when it comes to people,’ Etienne says, holding the door open for me. ‘I knew you’d make a great teacher. And I knew you’d be a good fit here with us.’

The outside door to the staffroom is stiff and heavy, and Etienne has his hands full of folders. To keep it open for me, he stands in front of it – I have to pass close to him to step through. I give him a brief smile as I brush past, then I breathe in sharply. His gaze is on my face, and there’s a heat there. It’s hard to define, but there’s no mistaking it. It’s wanting.

‘Even Tyson’s dad has come around to you,’ Etienne continues as we head for the coffee machine, side by side now.

His tone is light and casual. There’s no trace of that look. I avoid his gaze as we make coffee in the staffroom. We talk. Just chit-chat. Already I’m rewriting the scene: he didn’t look at me strangely at all, he was just polite and held the door for me.

But then he touches my hand as we both reach for the fridge door. My heart skips. He catches my eye and there it is again, with a secret smile.

‘Sorry,’ I say, retreating, cheeks burning. ‘You go. I’ll wait.’

‘No worries, Addie,’ he says, still holding my gaze. And then – gone again.

I swallow and take my coffee straight to my classroom. I wish Etienne wasn’t so handsome. I wish me and Dylan hadn’t fought this morning. I wish I hadn’t blushed.

I glance at the clock – only a couple of minutes until the kids start filing in. I’ve been stood here with my coffee, staring at my own blank whiteboard, doing nothing for almost ten minutes.

I pull my phone out