suggestive and distinctly inviting. There would be more to the evening than just a few drinks.
‘Love to, but I’m afraid Anthony and I have already made plans. We were just on our way out.’
Although her smile didn’t slip, this news was not welcome to Sarah. She had always been aware of some special relationship between Leo and Anthony, and its existence galled her. She had taken considerable satisfaction from the events of that evening last autumn, when Anthony had found her there at Leo’s flat, particularly since it came close on the heels of the demise of his affair with Camilla. Everyone wanted a little piece of Leo, Sarah knew, but Anthony should learn that he couldn’t have everything. It irked her now to learn that whatever rift she had managed to create between Leo and Anthony had apparently healed.
‘Why don’t I join you?’ she suggested, scenting the possibility of mischief.
Leo smiled and eased himself away from the bookcase.
‘I don’t think so. After what you’ve just told me, I don’t think Anthony would welcome your company, do you?’
‘Possibly not.’ Sarah sighed and slipped off the desk. ‘Have a nice evening, then.’
‘Thanks,’ said Leo, smiling as he left the room and went back downstairs.
Anthony was waiting for him. ‘I wondered where you’d got to.’
‘I helped Sarah take those papers up to David’s room.’ They went out together into the chilly early-evening air. ‘Rather churlish of you not to help her as well, if I may say so,’ added Leo, as they passed through the cloisters and headed for the foot of King’s Bench Walk, where Leo’s car was parked.
Anthony flushed slightly. ‘The less I have to do with Sarah the better.’
‘Yes, I gather she’s made something of a nuisance of herself. Still, try not to let your animosity get the better of your good manners.’
Anthony said nothing. Leo gave him a quick sideways glance, wondering whether Sarah, in spite of what Anthony said, still exercised some fascination for him. Clearly, Anthony had been prepared to risk his relationship with Camilla just to be able to bed her. Once acquired, Sarah could be a difficult habit to shake off. Maybe Leo had had it all wrong. Maybe when he’d found Sarah at his flat that evening, his jealousy had been directed at Leo. He pondered this as they crossed the cobblestones. He unlocked the car and they got in. Leo put the key in the ignition but didn’t start the engine. He turned to Anthony.
‘You know, we haven’t spoken about that evening, when you came round and Sarah was there.’
Anthony said nothing for a few seconds as he clicked his seat belt into place. Then he glanced up. ‘It doesn’t matter.’
‘Why
did
you come round? I don’t think I ever found out.’
Anthony gazed at Leo, at the familiar features etched in the half-darkness. Feelings of love and confusion cut deepinto him. It was too long ago now, the moment had passed, and he had already decided that he wasn’t going to go down that path. Not again. That was over and done with. It was a friendship, no more. ‘I told you – it doesn’t matter. I just came to see you. The fact that Sarah was there—’ He paused. ‘She said something once about how well she knew you, but I didn’t realise quite how well.’
Leo sighed and turned the key in the ignition. He reversed out of the space and set off towards Middle Temple Lane. ‘Look, Sarah and I—’ He hesitated, wondering what he had intended to say. He certainly couldn’t tell Anthony about Sarah and James and the summer of a couple of years ago. So, what
was
there to say about himself and Sarah? He scarcely knew. He had never given it much thought. She was there, tantalizing, devious, not always when he wanted her, but occasionally when he did. ‘Sarah and I have known one another for quite a while. We see one another – well, intermittently.’
‘You mean you fuck her now and again?’ Anthony’s voice was angry and abrupt.
Leo