letâs get this lot upstairs.â Already busy unloading the MGâs tiny boot, Perry said, âLaurel, you take these. Iâll bring the rest of the bags.â
âGive some to me.â Keen to help, Ginny held out her arms. âI can carry those.â
Perry looked across at Laurel and said, âSee what I mean? Didnât I tell you how great she was?â
Ginny flushed with pleasure. Sheâd done the right thing.
Laurel nodded. âYou did.â
Once all the bags and cases had been taken up to the spare room, Ginny left them to it. In the kitchen she boiled the kettle and began making tea. After a couple of minutes, Perry rejoined her.
âDonât bother with tea.â
âNo? Would you prefer coffee?â
He shook his head and produced the bottle heâd been concealing behind his back.
âWoo, champagne. On a Saturday morning!â And Veuve Cliquot at that, none of your old rubbish.
âThe very best time to drink it. Quick, glasses,â said Perry as the cork rocketed out and bounced off the ceiling.
âWell, cheers.â Ginny clinked her glass against his; heâd only filled two of the three sheâd set out. âIsnât Laurel having any?â
âLaurel doesnât drink. Cheers. Hereâs to you.â
If Gavin were here now, he would tell her that replying âhereâs to both of usâ would be flirty beyond belief. So Ginny didnât; she just smiled instead and took a demure sip of the champagne. As they heard the sound of furniture being moved around in the bedroom overhead, she said, âWhatâs Laurel doing? Doesnât she want to join us?â
âSheâs fine, best to leave her to get on with it.â Perryâs eyes sparkled. âSheâs just rearranging the room, getting her things unpacked. You know how it is.â
âSorry?â Ginny thought she must have misheard.
âWhat?â
Or it had been a slip of the tongue. Of course, that was it. Ginny smiled. âYou just said she was getting her things unpacked.â
Perry nodded. âYes.â
OK, hang on, had she fallen into some kind of parallel universe here? Her heart beginning to thump unpleasantly, Ginny said, âBut⦠why would she be unpacking her things? She isnât the one moving in. Iâve rented the room to you.â
Perry looked at her. âGod, Iâm sorry, is that what you thought? No, no, the roomâs not for me. Itâs for Laurel.â
This couldnât be happening.
âBut you were the one who came to see it! You said it was just what you were looking for!â Her voice risingâand not in an I-fancy-you wayâGinny said, âYou said it was perfect!â
He blinked, nonplussed. âIt is perfect. For Laurel.â
Frantically, Ginny ran back through everything heâd told her. âNo, hang on , you said your flat was too smallâ¦â
âIt is too small. I mean, itâs all right for me on my own,â Perry explained, âbut itâs definitely a squash for two. Laurel moved in six weeks ago and, to be honest, itâs been doing my head in.â
Doing your head in! What do you suppose this is doing to my head? Still in a state of shock, Ginny repeated, âB-but I rented the room to you .â
âI know you did. Thatâs right. I paid the deposit and Iâll be paying the rent,â said Perry. âNo need to worry about that. Iâll set up a direct debit. Really, everythingâs going to be fine.â
Fine? How could it be? Ginnyâs head was about to explode.
âYou made me think it was you! You never once mentioned your sister. You knew I thought it was you.â
Perry spread his arms. âHonestly, I didnât.â
âBut the whole point of interviewing people when they come to look at the room is so that you can decide whether you want to share your house with them!â
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