Free The Honey Queen by Cathy Kelly

it would be to let herself fall further in love with this man and spend a lifetime with him. It seemed there would be no arguing, no fights, none of that constant tension in the house. But what if he changed? That’s what men did, and you had to know how to deal with that. Peggy already knew that she couldn’t. She was better off on her own.
    ‘What happened there?’ he asked, picking up on the change in her voice. ‘You sounded so sad. Tell me, please.’
    ‘No,’ she said. ‘Sorry, I can’t.’
    ‘There’s a lot about you, Peggy Barry, that I don’t understand. Yet,’ he added.
    ‘Gosh no, I’m very boring,’ she said lightly. It was her standard response and she’d used it during their first dinner, but she knew he wanted to know more now and that her made-up family background wouldn’t keep him satisfied for long.
    ‘Hey, Ms Knitting Shop Owner and future entrepreneur of the year,’ he said, ‘I don’t think you’re boring for one moment, but if that’s the story we’re running with right now, then being allegedly boring hasn’t turned out too bad for you.’
    ‘Yeah, sure,’ she said. ‘I’m trading the Beetle in next week for a Ferrari.’
    ‘Red or yellow?’ he asked.
    ‘Do they only make them in those colours?’ Peggy demanded. ‘Red is so obvious. If a guy gets a red Ferrari, he has to have pouffed-up hair, an open shirt, a medallion and a supermodel beside him.’
    ‘At least I’ve got the supermodel sorted!’ he joked.
    On the night of their dinner date, David offered to pick Peggy up from her house but she suddenly decided that she might need to get away under her own steam.
    ‘No need for you to come out,’ she said brightly. ‘Give me directions and I’ll get there myself.’
    ‘It’s complicated if you don’t know the area – I’ll drive to the shop and you can follow me in your own car,’ he said.
    She pulled up behind him as he parked the car outside one of a row of attractive townhouses. He came round and opened the car door for her then led her through a tiny front garden, and unlocked the door …
    ‘It’s not such a bad place really, for three men living alone,’ he said, as he showed her inside.
    The house was very obviously a bachelor establishment. There was a big leather couch in the living room, the inevitable enormous television and fabulous stereo system, and a coffee table littered with papers and sports magazines.
    ‘Steve,’ he growled, moving swiftly to the coffee table and tidying the papers into a neat pile. ‘This was spotless this morning. He’s a menace.’
    She couldn’t have imagined any of the other men she’d dated hastily organizing it all the way David did, sorting out the cushions on the couch.
    ‘Steve sits here eating breakfast and when he’s finished, he just goes off leaving all the papers left scattered around. I think he imagines we’ve a maid. That’s the only explanation.’
    ‘Is he an older brother or younger?’ said Peggy, looking at the family photographs crowded on the mantelpiece.
    ‘Youngest,’ David said, showing her a picture of a smiling young man holding a football. ‘I’m the second eldest after Meredith, then Brian, then Steve. Brian’s the one who’s getting married. He’s spending a lot of time in his girlfriend Liz’s flat so he doesn’t contribute as much as he once did to the mess, but he doesn’t tidy up any of it, either.’
    ‘It must be nice, coming from a big family,’ Peggy said idly, examining the photos. There were several big family groups. Three tall young men standing with an equally tall father and a shorter woman who was obviously David’s mother, big smiling face and fluffy white blonde hair clustered around her face. Beside them was a thin, dark-haired teenager wearing Doc Martens, ripped tights and a mini skirt, with a huge grin on her face. There was another young woman in some of the pictures.
    She was always a little apart, a tall woman in her early thirties with