The California Club Part 16

'Don't you dare,' Helen warns. 'You're all going to complete your week and you'll all have the time of your lives. Even if it doesn't feel like it at first.'

'Is that what happened to you, Helen?' Sasha asks. 'You still haven't said.'

'Yeah,' wheedles Zo, 'What did The California Club make you do?'

Good girls, move on ...

'I can't really talk about it until you've completed your week,' she demurs.

'Give the game away, would it?' Elliot narrows his eyes.

'Exactly.'

'Hmmm,' I muse. 'Well, I'll tell you one thing, it's not going to be dull!'

'Speak for yourself.' Elliot rolls his eyes.

'I can't wait!' Zo's sparkle returns. 'Imagine if I got to meet Josh Hartnett!'

The B&B isn't mentioned again. We chat on through desserts of hazelnut charlotte with creme praline and honey-roasted white peach with panko-fried coconut creme ptissiere until we've eaten ourselves into a state of paralysis.

Still Elliot suggests an after-dinner liqueur.

'Seriously?'

For once Zo chooses beauty sleep over boozing. 'I want to look my best for the casting agents!' she tinkles, prompting Sasha and Helen also to call it a night.

And then there were two...

Chapter 13.

Stepping out on to the terrace feels like stepping into a dream just me and Elliot on a balmy night under a scattering of super-bright stars, serenaded by the swish of the inky black Pacific.

It would feel so natural to lean into him and have him slip his arm around my waist. For me, anyway.

'Are you lonely in Brighton, Lara?' Elliot startles me with his directness. 'I never thought that you might be, until tonight.'

I look down at the aqua gel of the hotel pool and try and form a reply: 'Well, I miss you. All. Of course. But um, I've got some really nice clients, sometimes I go to Browns for c.o.c.ktails with the Langhams or Susie will get us tickets for the Theatre Royal because her mum works in the box office. It's nice.'

'But not a riot.'

'Not exactly,' I concede. 'Not counting last night, I can't remember the last time I was drunk!'

'You know what I miss?' Elliot begins. 'Going into town, b.u.mping into someone you know and saying, "Let's go for a quick one!" then ending up down the pub till 1am. I suppose a lot of the uni crowd have moved on now?'

'Yeah, most of them are in London. I still see Denny around.'

'And how is he?'

'Same as ever.'

'Stoned?'

'Every waking moment.'

Elliot laughs and shakes his head. 'I can just see him fitting in at one of Elise's dinner parties.'

'Really?' Maybe I've pegged her wrong.

'I'm kidding! They're too formal for words. It's all her new work colleagues, and they're so compet.i.tive, even socially. n.o.body dares drink more than one gla.s.s of wine for fear of letting their professional veneer slip.'

I smile. It was always the opposite with us the more you disgrace yourself the more you're welcomed into the bosom of our family.

'I don't know why she does it to herself,' Elliot continues, slumping over the railing. 'She seems to find the whole hostess thing so stressful.'

'I think most people do,' I point out. 'We were just spoilt having Helen preside over our soirees.'

'You're right. She's a natural, that one.'

'So you're buying a house.' I don't know why I'm bringing this up again. 'That's a big step.'

'It's about time I grew up.'

'Is it?' I ask.

Elliot looks up at me. 'It's what you're supposed to do, isn't it?' He sounds unconvinced. 'Anyway, Elise is keen to settle down. I know she can seem cynical but she's actually quite conservative when it comes to having a house and a family.'

Family? That's one conversation I don't want to have the mere thought of Elise pregnant makes me want to scream, 'Sp.a.w.n of the devil!'

'Have you met her folks?' I ask.

'Just briefly.'

'Did you go to their house?'

'No, they visited us. Why do you ask?'

'No reason,' I chirp. I'm still trying to put together the Elise dossier but information is hard to come by. Now I'm wondering how much Elliot himself knows about the woman he's planning to marry.

'Did you get on with them?'

'They're okay. Super-keen on me not that I want to sound big-headed!'

I smile. Elliot could never do that. Even saying 'Mosquitoes love me!' feels immodest to him.

'They can't wait for us to get married,' he continues. 'I suppose most parents are like that they think they'll be able to relax if they know someone is taking care of their baby.'

I've actually never got that message from my mum hurry up and get married so I don't have to be the primary worrier any more. Mind you, she did once say that she knew I'd be safe as long as Elliot was around. As if he was my guardian angel as well as my best friend. I wonder how she's going to react when I tell her he's engaged. I'm not sure I want to, it would just make it all the more real if she knows.

'Oh well as long as you're having fun!' I shrug, eager to change the subject.

A dubious look pa.s.ses over Elliot's face then he giggles like a child.

'Remember after that all-nighter on the beach when we had to prop Zo under a tree while we were trying to get a cab?'

'And no one would take her so we ended up carrying her all the way home...'

'...and the next morning she woke up and she had a dead beetle in her knickers!'

We splutter with mirth.

'And then I got you a taxi and you opened the door into an oncoming car and it ripped it straight off!'

'I'll never forget the look on that cab driver's face,' I cringe.

'What about when Helen's dad rang up and asked you out on a date and you said yes!'

'Don't!' I blush. It was April Fool's Day but I didn't twig until too late. I thought he was being genuine I knew he hadn't been out with anyone since he split up with Helen's mum and I didn't want to be the first person to reject him.

'That was just mean!' I pout.

'He loved it!' Elliot laughs. 'He'd have gone through with it, given half a chance. I don't know what it is with you and older men, my dad always had a thing for you too. Said you were a keeper.'

'I loved your dad,' I husk.

Elliot has a quiet moment and then says: 'We'll always be friends, won't we, Lara? I can't imagine my life without you in it.'

He holds my gaze a little longer than I can stand.

'I'm always here for you,' I whisper.

He takes my hand and gently kisses it, as a distant clock strikes midnight. 'We should probably get to bed.'

I close my eyes and sigh. If only...

Chapter 14.

Elliot is the first to leave the next morning. Then Elise, also flying to her destination, somewhere up the coast near Big Sur. Sasha and I drop Zo at the train station in San Diego and then begin our car journey inland.

I think for all of us, the look of pride and hope on Helen's face is what keeps us going. When it came to saying goodbye even Zo was wis.h.i.+ng we could all just stay by the beach. What gave me the final push was remembering that this was my last chance to have two whole nights alone with Elliot it has to be worth it for that.

'What do you think they're going to make me do, exactly?' Sasha frets just twenty miles down the road from La Jolla. 'Surely you need training to be around wild animals?'

'You would think.... All it says here is that the place is run by Carrie Shandrew, there's one other full-time guy Ty and a volunteer called Nina. Oh and they've got fifty-four big cats. Wow.'

The car engine revs wildly in response. I was expecting to drive but Sasha asked if she could, to take her mind off things. It's obviously working a treat.

'Are we on the 15 freeway for a while?' she asks, itching to get into the fast lane. Anyone would think she was in a hurry to get there.

'Yup. We just need to keep an eye out for Temecula, that's when we switch to the 215.'

'Then what?' she hustles.

'Head for San Bernadino and then jiggle around a bit off-road.'

Sasha darts a look at me.

'Don't worry, we'll be fine. Have a Jelly Belly.'

I rattle the box over Sasha's palm. 'Oh look! You got red, white and blue how patriotic for America and the UK!

What can I say? It's the little things that make me happy.

'What flavors are they?' Sasha looks suspicious.

'You tell me!' I challenge, deciding this will be a good car game.

Sasha pops the white. 'Coconut.'

'Correct.'

'I'm going to guess blueberry for the blue without even tasting it,' she decides.

'How bold! Also correct!'

'Eurgh, that's revolting!' she swiftly follows it with the red. 'Cherry.'

'Almost,' I grant her.

'It's definitely cherry.'

'Very Cherry is what they have on the box.'