He’d asked her out and she’d laughed at him. He should’ve expected that. They were almost cousins; it probably came as a shock to her. They talked some more, friends in common, family members they could both do without, work, career. And then he asked her again. And she laughed. Again. So what? She was making him chase her. She was worth it. But when he asked a third time, that’s when things went into a trading halt.
She had this sexy, husky voice. She said. “I’d forgotten you were such a joker.”
He hadn’t been conscious of making a joke, but she was laughing, so whatever.
“I mean I can’t even get past the Anthony and Antonia thing. We loved it as kids, thought it was so cool, like we were twins—Tony and Toni, but that’s just too stupid for grown-ups.”
“It’s not that stupid. Even Nonna calls me Ant now.” It wasn’t stupid it was right, so right, the shortening of their two names made one.
“You’re hysterical.”
Maybe he was. He was blown away by her, so yeah, maybe he wasn’t making sense. He spied the garden bench by the hydrangeas that cousin Mario abandoned and before one of the little tacker cousins could get their bum down, he dragged Toni over to it. “I’m serious. It’s about time you and me got to really know each other.”
She squinted at him. “What?”
“I mean as adults, fresh start.”
“That’s sweet, but don’t you have a girlfriend who’d
miss you if you were hanging around with me?”
“Nope. I’m currently flying solo.” His angel didn’t need to know that right up until now, solo was his preferred position because he got more tail that way.
“Oh God.”
“Is that good oh God, or bad oh God?”
“You’re serious. You want to take me out?”
He picked up her hand and held it. “I think I want to do more than take you out.”
She pulled her hand away and put it to her mouth. “Oh God. I can’t believe you.”
“What’s not to believe?” He shrugged. She wasn’t laughing now, so what was this reaction she was having to him?
“I can’t believe you don’t know.”
Fuck, she had a bloke. Of course she did, she was freaking gorgeous. So this was going to be a little harder, take a little longer. Never mind. Good things come to those who flog themselves hard enough to get them.
“Is he important to you?” If he was, why wasn’t he here with all the other assorted wives and partners?
“Who?”
“Your bloke.”
“Oh God, no.”
Ant grinned as a fast track to the finish line opened up. “So, come out with me?”
She closed her eyes and dropped her head and the sun picked out reddish highlights in her dark hair. There were so many things he already knew about her – like how the scar on her elbow came from a scooter stack and how she was only a toddler when she had her ears pierced. And so much he didn’t know – like what she’d taste like, sound like when he took her to bed.
She sighed. “You really have no idea do you? I should’ve realised. Unless it’s something you want you don’t pay any attention to it. I have no idea why suddenly I’m something you want, but I thought you knew. And I’m sorry if this is embarrassing, but seriously, Ant. I like girls.”
And that’s when everything turned puce.
When the trading halt turned into a rout and a full scale market collapse. He could feel puce in the back of his throat, colouring his cheeks and tinting the whole bright coloured day sludgy.
Toni shook her head at him and walked away and he sat on watching a lizard scuttle in the flower bed and wished he could bury himself in the earth as well. No such luck.