Life Or Something Like It (11 page)

He squeezed her to him. ‘But don’t worry. I’m on it. I’m having lunch with Donald next week. I know I can talk him round, okay?’

‘Okay,’ said Cat. She felt as if she were floating above her life, out of control. It was as if someone else was pulling all the strings.

‘Hey, don’t worry. You trust me, don’t you?’ he asked, sitting back and touching her on the shoulder.

Cat felt the warmth of his touch and knew she had no choice. ‘Of course.’

He kissed her on the top of the head. ‘That’s my girl. I can’t manage without my Kit Kat and I’m going to do everything I can to get her back.’

Cat smiled and pulled away. She knew Jesse was doing his best but she still hated the feeling that there was nothing she could do to change things.

The living room door flew open and Alexandra stood there, wide-eyed with renewed fury. ‘Ding-ding, round two,’ murmured Jesse to Cat. He turned to his wife with a look of smiling innocence. ‘What is it, my darling?’

‘Let me just say that we will not be using that catering firm again,’ she said, gesturing with her head towards the hall. Jesse and Cat got up and followed her out of the room.

They could clearly hear the sounds of frantic sexual activity coming from the downstairs bathroom. Rob’s urgent cries of, ‘Oh yeah, yeah, that’s it, yeah, yeah,’ were increasing in frequency and volume before a prolonged, ‘yeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,’ brought an end to proceedings. Cat and Jesse looked at one another and started to giggle like snooping teenagers. Alexandra stared at them both before throwing up her hands and flouncing up the stairs, uttering a stream of colourful Spanish expletives.

Jesse nudged Cat. ‘Sometimes it’s a blessing that I don’t know what those mean,’ he giggled.

Cat laughed. She loved moments like these; this was what she missed. She felt closer to Jesse than she ever had to any man she had been romantically involved with; they knew each other so well.

Moments later the lock on the bathroom door clicked open and Rob appeared, his face pink with exertion. He seemed surprised at the welcoming committee waiting for him but as soon as he saw their amused faces, he laughed. The waitress appeared behind him, doing her best to straighten her uniform. She was mortified to see her employer standing before her. This made Jesse and Cat laugh even harder.

‘I don’t remember telling you it was going to be
that
sort of party,’ chuckled Jesse.

Rob held up his hands. ‘Sorry. I couldn’t help myself. It’s been a while,’ he said.

The waitress blushed and darted back to the safety of the kitchen. Cat turned to Jesse. ‘Well thank you for a most entertaining evening,’ she laughed, kissing him on the cheek. ‘Rob, I would say it was a pleasure but I think the pleasure was all yours.’ She grinned. Rob looked sheepish.

‘I’ll call you next week and let you know how it goes with Donald,’ said Jesse, escorting her down the steps of the house and into a waiting taxi. ‘Have a good weekend.’

‘You too.’ She smiled. She climbed into the taxi and watched Jesse until he became a waving dot in the distance. She turned back and looked out of the window, watching as the houses sped by taking her closer to home. The weekend loomed large; normally she would have been working on a campaign or attending an event. In her newfound role as weekday nanny, Cat realised with rising anxiety that for the first time in her life, she had two days ahead of her with absolutely nothing to do.

Chapter Seven

‘Earth to Cat. Are you receiving me?’

Cat glanced up from her egg-white omelette to see Ava waving a forkful of cubed watermelon at her. ‘Sorry, did you say something?’

Ava shook her head in disbelief. ‘Sweet potato, I’m worried about you. You don’t seem yourself today. I mean I know you’ve got all this crap with work but still, there’s something different about you. I can’t quite put my finger on it.’ She sat back and regarded her friend with a practised eye.

‘Sorry,’ repeated Cat. ‘I’m just a bit distracted.’ She took a bite of her omelette and looked around the room. ‘I might order some chips,’ she added.

Ava looked astonished. ‘Whatever happened to carb-free Cat?’

Cat laughed. ‘I’m hungry.’

Ava chuckled. ‘Well good for you, honey. I feel as if I’ve been on a diet since 1978.’ She looked down sadly at her fruit salad. ‘Hang it, get a bowl and I’ll share them with you.’

Twenty minutes later, the friends were staring at an empty bowl of chips. Ava grinned at Cat. ‘That felt good. So, tell me, how’s life with the rug rats?’

‘Honestly?’

Ava put her hand on her heart as if preparing for an awful truth. ‘I can take it.’

‘Unpredictable, noisy, infuriating, trying, cheeky, rude, funny with occasional moments of sweetness.’

‘Sounds pretty much like your client list.’

Cat laughed. ‘Yes, I suppose there are similarities except that I don’t get paid.’

‘That’ll be motherhood then.’

‘Except that I’m not their mother. Mothers want to be there. They choose to have children and they love them unconditionally.’

‘So don’t you love these little urchins then?’

It was a simple question and Cat realised that she hadn’t considered it until this moment. What did it mean to love someone? She loved her brother. That was easy. But did she love his children by default? Or maybe it was that thing that happens in families where you loved them but didn’t necessarily like them? That wasn’t right either. She didn’t dislike the children; they were just there. ‘I don’t know,’ she said. ‘I care for them and they’re my brother’s children so maybe it comes with the territory. You love your family, don’t you?’

Ava shrugged. ‘Couldn’t stand mine. That’s partly why I left New York and never went back.’

‘Never?’

‘I went back to see friends but never my folks.’

‘I’m sorry,’ said Cat.

‘Don’t be,’ declared Ava. ‘I’m not.’

Cat thought about the kids for a moment. ‘Charlie can be a little shit. Did I tell you about him running off on that trip to London?’

Ava nodded. ‘Sounds as if he was putting you through your paces.’

‘Trying to give me a heart attack more likely,’ said Cat. ‘But there’s more going on than he lets on. I think there’s some unhappiness inside him. He lashes out from time to time and doesn’t really know how to deal with it. Whereas Ellie is very straightforward. She tells it like it is.’

‘A girl after my own heart.’ Ava smiled.

Cat nodded. ‘And mine. She told me that she didn’t like me but the other day she made me a daisy-chain bracelet. She’s quite funny too. I guess they’re both missing their mum.’

Ava regarded her friend for a moment. ‘Cat?’

‘Hmm?’

‘It sounds to me as if you’re getting into this new role and dare I say even enjoying it a little?’

Cat frowned. ‘Well you know me. I don’t do things by halves. I wouldn’t say I was enjoying it but you know I like a challenge. Anyway, it’s only a temporary thing, until Jesse sorts things out with the Americans. He’s meeting up with Donald Carter next week.’

Ava looked confused. ‘I don’t think so, honey.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I would know if Donald Carter was coming to town. We go way back.’

‘Oh well he probably meant that they have a conference call scheduled,’ said Cat quickly, knowing that this was unlikely.

‘Yeah, that’s probably it,’ said Ava, but the look on her face told Cat she didn’t believe it either. ‘Anyway, apart from taking vomiting children to Michelin-starred restaurants, what have you been up to?’ she asked, changing the subject.

Cat considered her weekend so far. She had woken early on Saturday as usual, got her digital hit as usual over a coffee at home and, knowing that she had no work commitments or indeed work to do, had decided to head into the West End for a spot of shopping. Usually, this would have been a rare treat for Cat – a chance to browse, select and purchase; to indulge in a little bit of time for herself. She had headed straight for Selfridges and made a beeline for the handbag department. She had her mind on a replacement for her Kelly bag following what she was now calling ‘wee-gate’. She had disinfected the bag thoroughly but she wasn’t sure she would ever see it in the same light again.

The handbag department was Cat’s sweetshop; she loved to take in everything at once and then hone in on anything special that caught her eye. Today it was a Givenchy purse in a shade of dark cherry, made from soft Italian leather. To Cat’s mind, its three hundred and fifty pound price tag was entirely reasonable and she was considering buying one of each colour when she heard a small child’s fractious cry.

She looked up to see a woman of her age or a little younger trying to manoeuvre her way around the handbag displays. At first Cat couldn’t believe that her precious child-free weekend was being intruded upon, and then she noticed that the woman was doing her best to ignore her son as she browsed the shelves. The boy, who looked around two years old, was flailing around, getting increasingly frustrated at his mother’s lack of attention.

‘Oh do be quiet, Caspar,’ hissed the woman. ‘Can’t you let Mummy have one second to herself?’

Cat looked over and noticed the dark shadows under the woman’s eyes and air of exhausted impatience. The child looked similarly worn out and was squirming in his pushchair, turning round to look back to where they had come from. Cat followed his line of vision and spotted a forlorn toy monkey over by the escalator. Without thinking she hurried over, scooped up the toy and carried it back to the now inconsolable child.

‘Did you lose this?’ she asked, holding it out to him.

The little boy was stunned into silence, his face awash with snot and tears. He gazed up at Cat and reached out his pudgy hands. ‘Bobo!’ he cried with a gummy smile, clutching the toy to his chest.

The woman turned with a suspicious frown, which soon dissolved into a look of grateful relief when she realised what Cat had done. ‘Oh thank you so much,’ she said, hurrying over. ‘I had no idea he’d dropped it.’ She glanced at the handbag she was holding and then back at Cat. ‘You must think I’m a terrible mother.’

‘Not at all,’ said Cat. ‘Everyone needs a treat sometimes,’ she added, gesturing at the bag. ‘That one’s gorgeous.’

The woman’s face broke into a relieved smile. ‘Yes, we do, don’t we? Is that what you’re doing? Treating yourself while someone looks after your kids?’

Cat looked down at the purse she was still holding. ‘Er yes. The kids are with their dad.’ It was only a half-lie. ‘Have a lovely day,’ she said turning to leave. ‘Bye, Caspar,’ she added, smiling at the little boy.

‘Bobo!’ He grinned, holding up his beloved tatty toy.

‘And Bobo.’ Cat smiled. She carried the purse to the till and was about to reach for her Gold Amex when she had a change of heart. ‘I’m going to go away and think about it,’ she said to the shop assistant.

‘Very good, madam.’ The woman nodded.

Cat spent the rest of the day wandering around London, letting its bustling commotion wash over her but feeling disconnected from it. She phoned Ava to arrange breakfast the next day; she had wanted to re-engage with her old world. She felt as if a door had closed and she wasn’t sure if she would find the key to open it again.

‘I went shopping yesterday,’ Cat said finally.

Ava looked relieved. ‘Retail therapy never fails eh?’

‘Absolutely.’ Cat nodded.

A few hours later, Cat found herself standing outside her brother’s house, her hand poised ready to ring the bell. She had made the decision to come here but she couldn’t quite work out why. After she left Ava, it seemed like the right thing to do. It wasn’t that Cat wanted to see the kids – quite the contrary – but she knew that she didn’t want to go home either. Without her job to underpin her existence, the prospect of going back to an empty flat and spending an afternoon on social media seemed like a mistake.

Cat couldn’t quite believe that she was seeing it in these terms; social media had long been the backbone of her existence – a daily habit as natural as brushing her teeth – but somehow it didn’t fit with the new order of things. It also reminded her of what she was missing. Easy banter was fine if you had someone to share it with, and the thing about social media and the PR world was that it worked in cliques. You were either in or you were out. Unfortunately for Cat, she was out at this moment and wouldn’t be back in until the cliques said so. It was harsh but that was how it was.

Cat also knew that she wouldn’t have a hope in hell of rejoining this world until Jesse had persuaded Donald to let her back and after her conversation with Ava, she was doing her best to dismiss the nagging feeling that Jesse might be lying to her. Their relationship had always been built on a combination of good humour, straight-talking and trust, but Cat was starting to wonder if he was merely telling her what she wanted to hear. Still, Jesse was her only hope so she had to keep believing in him, if only for her own sanity.

She pressed the bell firmly and there was a pause before Ellie squawked, ‘I’ll get it!’

This was shortly followed by a male voice, which Cat didn’t recognise immediately, calling, ‘I think you better let me answer it, in case it’s a mad axe murderer.’

The door opened and Cat nearly turned on her heels as Finn stood before her with a wide grin on his face. ‘Oh yes, it is a mad axe murderer, see?’ He stepped back to let Ellie and Daisy get a better look.

Ellie giggled as if Finn had made the best joke ever. ‘That’s not an axe murderer. It’s just Cat.’

Finn peered at her for a second. ‘Oh yes, so it is. You never can tell though,’ he added, winking at the girls.

Cat rolled her eyes. ‘Is there any chance I could come in, please?’

Finn and Ellie exchanged glances. ‘She did say please,’ observed Daisy.

Finn patted his niece on the head. ‘Very true. In that case, you may,’ said Finn giving a swooping bow and taking a step back so that Cat could enter.

‘Please don’t feel you have to put on a show for my benefit,’ said Cat, walking into the hall. ‘I wanted to see Andrew really.’

‘Sorry to disappoint you but I’m afraid he’s out,’ replied Finn, his smile dissolving.