couple of days together. Well, a day and a bit,â he amended.
âSo when were you planning on actually breaking the news? Tomorrow afternoon, on the way back to the airport? My God, I canât believe weâre here having this conversation. I thought we were happy and all this time youâve been gearing yourself up to do this.â Nadia shook her head in disbelief. âHow long ago did you decide?â
âNad, please, I feel bad enough as it is. Over the last few weeks, I suppose.â Laurie was looking thoroughly miserable.
âA few weeks ? Oh, great. So when I was stranded in the snow a fortnight ago telling that bloke how fantastically happy we were together, you were already planning the best way to dump me! Do you have any idea how stupid that makes me feel? Just think,â Nadia rattled on, âif youâd told me in an email, I could have shagged him after all. And I would have, you know, I would have.â
âLook, Iâm sorry, I thought this was the best way.â
âOh yes, itâs perfect, perfect! Iâm ecstatic that you chose this way, Iâm loving every minute! My boyfriendâs very thoughtfully dumping me in my favorite restaurant. Iâm fairly sure heâs seeing someone else, although he doesnât have the guts to admit itââ
âNo one else,â said Laurie.
âAnd best of all, he tells me I havenât even done anything wrong! Which makes me feel so much better. Really.â Nadia swallowed, she was trembling and her eyes were feeling dangerously hot. âItâs just fabulous.â
âBut we canât carry on like this, never seeing each other. My booker at the agencyâs got me working nonstop for the next eight months.â Laurie struggled to explain. âAll over Europe, Australia, Japan, the Statesâ¦â
âFine. You donât have to explain. Iâm not going to beg, if thatâs what youâre worried about.â Nadia had had enough. She felt sick. Then a thought occurred to her that made her feel sicker still. âAnd you werenât going to tell me until tomorrow.â She marveled at Laurieâs selfishness. âBut we were going to spend the night together. Weâd have madeâ¦â no, not made love, ââ¦weâd have had sex, and youâd have known it was for the last time, but I wouldnât have known that, because you wouldnât have told me. Well, thatâs a really thoughtful finishing touch. What a shame it isnât going to happen now. Weâre both going to miss out on The Last Time.â
It would have been nice, at this point, to have stalked out of the restaurant and disappeared into the black night. If sheâd been in a film she would have done it.
But it wasnât a film, this was real life and it was raining outside. Quite honestly, she didnât see why she should be expected to fork out for a taxi.
Damn , she had a git of a boyfriend.
Ex-boyfriend.
Oh hell, this was going to be weird.
âI want to leave. I need a taxi. Give me twenty pounds,â Nadia demanded.
âNo.â
âBastard.â
Laurie shook his head. âI really want us to stay friends.â
âWell, I donât. Sod off.â
âNadia, this hasnât been easy. Iâm only doing it because itâs for the best.â
That old line again.
âOh, do me a favor,â Nadia hissed across the table. âYouâre dumping me because you want to spend the next eight months shagging your way around Paris and Milan and New York and Sydney and Tokyo, because youâre a jet-setter now and jet-setters only have sex with It-girls and supermodels.â
âItâs not that,â said Laurie.
âIsnât it? I donât really care anyway.â Of course, this was a massive lie, but it was still going to happen whether she cared or not. Her happy life was crumbling before her eyes like sugar
Stephanie Hoffman McManus