To the Moon and Back

Chapter 11




Whoever had said that getting pooed on by a pigeon was lucky had to be deluded. As she climbed the steps to the front door, a dollop of white fell past Ellie’s field of vision and landed with a splat on the ground, just inches from her right foot. Darting belatedly to the left, she took it as a hopeful omen. Narrowly avoiding being pooed on by a pigeon was surely what counted as good luck.

She rang the bell and waited. When the door was opened, she knew from the images on Roo’s laptop what to expect, but in real life he was taller than she’d envisaged. And undeniably impressive. No wonder Roo had been so enthusiastic. Great eyes, and there were those killer cheekbones. Hopefully he also had a sense of humor. Especially if Roo were to make a less than subtle play for him. At least that wouldn’t happen as long as Niall stayed on the scene.

‘Ellie, hi. I’m Zack.’ He hesitated for a split second, then took her hand and shook it. ‘Good to meet you at last. Come along in.’

OK, best behavior, don’t tell him a pigeon just nearly pooed on your head. Clutching her shoulder bag, Ellie followed him through to the office on the ground floor. He was wearing jeans and a pale gray T-shirt. Roo would approve of that bum too. She might be immune to other males herself, but she could still acknowledge their good points.

‘I’ve brought along my CV.’ She took it out of her bag and handed it to him. ‘There isn’t much I don’t know about running an office. My typing speeds and computer skills are good. You can test me on them. And I’m really hardworking.’

‘Glad to hear it.’ Zack smiled briefly. For the next twenty minutes he explained the nature of the work she would be expected to carry out. He dictated a letter and she transcribed it. He showed her the filing system, which was straightforward. He asked her about Brace House Business Centre and she told him she’d been perfectly happy there for six years but that now she was ready for a change, and it would be nice to work just a few minutes’ walk away from her flat.

‘Oh, and can I just say something else?’ Ellie knew he couldn’t ask her the question himself but she’d spotted him glancing at her ring-free left hand. ‘I’m not married.’ If it helped her get this job, she was happy to reassure him he needn’t worry that she might announce she was pregnant and start demanding maternity benefits. ‘And I’m not planning on having any babies either. That’s not going to happen.’

‘Right.’ He looked relieved to hear it but was still watching her carefully.

She hesitated, weighing up the options. No, don’t tell him about Jamie. The whole point of changing jobs was to make a fresh start and not be treated any differently than other people. Other normal people…

‘Anyway, so that’s it. I’m single.’ Having made her point, Ellie changed the subject. ‘Am I allowed to ask what happened to the last PA?’

That was when Zack explained about Christine. Concluding the story, he said good-naturedly, ‘So if you don’t have an invalid husband to look after, that’s a bonus.’

This was good practice at being normal. Ellie summoned up a bright smile and said, ‘Well, I definitely don’t have one of those!’

Then he offered her a coffee and showed her through to the kitchen, which was all sage green and sleek stainless steel, and opened out through French windows on to a small walled garden at the back of the house.

But since it wasn’t that warm outside, they headed up the stairs to the living room, decorated in shades of deep red and dove gray and showing reassuring signs of actually being lived in. There were newspapers stuffed untidily into a rack, an empty Coke can on the coffee table, and a jacket flung over one of the chairs.

‘Have a seat.’ Zack indicated the sofa and sat down on one of the chairs opposite. He was being polite, charming even, and he’d invited her up here for a coffee, but there was still a faint but discernible edge of reserve. Ellie wondered if she already had the job in the bag, or had he not made up his mind yet?

‘Thanks.’ She concentrated on not spilling her coffee.

‘So, you live in Nevis Street. Very nice.’

‘I know. And being so close would mean I could be flexible.’ Selling herself didn’t come naturally but she wanted this job.

‘Excellent.’ After a moment, Zack said, ‘Share with other girls, do you?’

‘Um, no.’

‘Oh.’ He shrugged. ‘Just wondering. I mean, there must be a pretty big mortgage on a place like that.’

‘I don’t have a mortgage.’ Ellie prevaricated, caught off guard by the direction this was heading in. She’d never been asked these kinds of questions at an interview before.

‘Rent, then. The rent would be high. That would still be manageable, would it, on the kind of salary I’m offering?’

‘Well, ye-es.’ She felt herself begin to flush beneath his scrutiny. Telling him about Tony would only make matters more complicated, but he was gazing at her so intently now, she had to say something. ‘The thing is, I’m not really renting the flat either. I’m just… you know, living there. Kind of… looking after it.’ She swallowed and made an audible gulping sound in her throat. ‘For a friend.’

There followed what felt like an awkward silence. She felt her skin heat up by a few more degrees. After several increasingly uncomfortable seconds, Zack finally nodded and said, ‘Right.’

***

What had he done? Jesus, what was he thinking of?

As he had earlier watched her arrive, Zack now stood at the window and followed Ellie Kendall’s progress as she left the house and made her way back along Ancram Street.

He had gone against everything he’d ever lived by. He’d offered Ellie Kendall the job and she had delightedly accepted it. If Barbara were here now, she would have boxed his ears.

But he hadn’t been able to help himself, simply because of the way she’d been in his company. The reason he’d taken to hiring women like Bossy Barbara and Crimplene Christine in the first place was because his two previous PAs had developed unreciprocated crushes on him that had been an added complication he could have done without.

The difference was that this time, he appeared to be the one in danger of getting emotionally involved.

What’s more, there was a good chance that Ellie was living rent-free in a flat paid for by the actor Tony Weston, who was old enough to be her father.

Zack watched her reach the end of the street and pause for a moment, illuminated in the orange glow of the streetlamp, before turning left and disappearing from view. When he could no longer see her, it almost felt as if the light had been dimmed. Oh God, this was crazy. He shouldn’t have offered her the job. If he felt this way about her, he should hire someone else and just call her, explaining why it wouldn’t be sensible to take her on and inviting her out to dinner instead.

But he could only call up a girl and ask her out to dinner if there had first been a spark between them, signaling the existence of mutual attraction.

And this was the precise reason he wouldn’t have been able to do it. Shoving his hands into the back pockets of his jeans, Zack turned away from the window. He couldn’t have done it because on Ellie Kendall’s side, there had been no spark of attraction. None whatsoever. Which meant that if he were to call her up and invite her out, the chances were that she would politely but firmly say no.

Which would mean he wouldn’t have any reason to see her again.

Which was just… unthinkable.

So unthinkable, evidently, that he’d had to offer her a job instead.

***

‘Guess what?’ Roo demanded two days later when Ellie met her in Café Rouge after work.

‘What?’ Did Roo seriously expect her to start guessing? But from the look on her face, the news wasn’t fantastic.

‘When a man sounds too good to be true… and looks too good to be true… the chances are that…’

‘He’s too good to be true?’ For a moment Ellie panicked; did she mean Zack McLaren? Oh God, and she’d handed in her notice at work. Had Roo discovered something about him and was about to tell her? Was he a crook, a terrorist, a convicted fraudster?’

‘Spot on. Cor-rect.’ Roo was drinking red wine and wearing white jeans, which probably wasn’t wise given her current state of agitation. ‘Then again, why am I even surprised? This is my life we’re talking about, after all.’

Roo’s life. Not her own. Ellie slowly exhaled. ‘Is it to do with work?’ She used the term loosely; Roo’s idea of work appeared to involve meeting up with fellow songwriters, singing random lines, and playing chords to each other for a couple of hours, then deciding that today wasn’t a happening kind of day, musically, and going down the pub instead.

‘No, it’s more to do with finding out that my boyfriend is married.’

‘Niall?’ Oh Lord, and she was crazy about him. Shocked, Ellie said, ‘Are you sure?’

Roo was spinning her silver bracelets round her thin wrist. ‘Pretty sure, yes. Seeing as he’s the one who told me.’

‘You mean they’re separated? Getting a divorce?’ That was OK, wasn’t it?

‘Nope.’ She shook her head. ‘They’re still together.’ Spin, spin, went the bracelets Niall had bought her only last week.

‘Oh no, what a bastard.’ Ellie’s heart went out to her. ‘That happened to Sally from work a couple of years ago, except she only found out when the wife turned up one night on her doorstep. She was devastated. It was horrible. Why do men think they can get away with it?’

‘Because they’re men.’ Roo took another hefty slug of wine.

‘Well, it’s his loss. And you’re better off without him,’ Ellie said consolingly. ‘You don’t need crap like that. Trust me, you’ll find someone a million times nicer. What a slimy git. Good riddance.’

Roo flinched. ‘Don’t say that.’

‘I bloody well will say it! He’s a sleazebag and you’re well out of it.’

‘You haven’t met him, though.’

‘I’m glad I didn’t! Oh, come on.’ Ellie leaned across the table and gave her arm a squeeze. ‘You’ll be OK. There are loads of fantastic men out there, just waiting for you to meet them. Lovely men, men who don’t lie, men who aren’t married… ooh, I know, you liked the look of Zack McLaren, didn’t you? When I start there next week I’ll find out if he’s single, then maybe—’

‘Sshh.’ Roo jumped as her mobile started to ring. Snatching it up from the table, she pressed it to her ear and whispered, ‘Yes? Yes. No. No, I know. Yes, me too. OK. Right. Yes. Bye.’

The furtive look on her face told Ellie who’d been on the other end of the phone. ‘That was Niall, wasn’t it?’

‘Yes.’

‘And?’

‘Nothing.’

‘What did he want?’

‘Just… seeing how I am.’ Furtiveness was now mixed with defiance.

‘Is that all?’

‘Pretty much.’ Furtiveness and defiance combined with guilt. Roo drank some more wine and paid close attention to the glass.

‘You’re still talking to him, then.’ Was this how it felt to be a barrister, cross-examining in court?

‘Looks like it.’

‘Still seeing him too?’

‘Maybe.’ Pause. ‘Yes.’

‘Oh God.’ Ellie shook her head. ‘Why?’

‘Don’t look at me like that,’ Roo wailed. ‘I love him!’

So this was why Roo hadn’t liked her calling Niall a slimy git. Marveling at the power he had over her, Ellie said, ‘But he’s married.’

‘Not happily, though!’

‘Still married.’

‘But it’s not his fault.’ Roo leapt to his defense. ‘She trapped him.’

Ellie gave her a long look. ‘You mean, like in a big metal man-trap?’

‘Worse than that.’

‘So you’re telling me they have children.’

Two bright spots of color appeared in Roo’s cheeks. ‘One child. Only one. Look, he’s not a bad person,’ she pleaded. ‘He’s just trying to do the right thing. He was about to finish with her when she told him she was pregnant. He could have walked away, but he didn’t. He stayed for the sake of the baby. But she’s just been a complete nightmare. She’s made his life a misery—’

‘The baby?’

‘No! The wife! Yasmin.’ Roo’s lip curled. ‘That’s her name. Isn’t that just so… princessy? And she’s a complete bitch, you have no idea. Seriously, he tried so hard to make it work, but it was just impossible.’

‘So he’s going to leave her?’

‘Well, yes, of course he will.’

‘When?’

‘Soon.’

‘Why doesn’t he leave now?’

‘He can’t do it yet, not while the baby’s still so young. He has to stick it out until it’s a year old. Otherwise it just kind of looks bad, you know?’ Roo paused. ‘You don’t approve, do you? Don’t tell me I’m doing the wrong thing. You’re not allowed to nag.’

‘When it all goes wrong, am I allowed to say I told you so?’

‘It’s not going to go wrong. He’s brilliant. I’ve waited years to be this happy!’

‘But—’

‘Oh please, don’t say anything else,’ Roo begged. ‘When you meet Niall you’ll understand. I love him.’ She clapped her hand to her chest. ‘And it’s not my fault he’s married.’