I looked up in time to see a guilty expression flirt across Jamie’s face and suddenly I put it all together.
“But there wasn’t anything to nick, was there, Jamie?” I said quietly, “Because you’d already been into the safe and grabbed the money before your mother arrived. All that stuff she came out with about us being after the same thing. She just wanted the cash and, when she realised I either didn’t have it or wasn’t going to let go of it, she set Eamonn onto me.” I saw by his face I’d got it nailed and the realisation fired my anger. “Didn’t you give a shit about what had just happened to Clare?”
Jamie stopped pacing in front of me, put his hands on my arms. “Look, Charlie, I—”
At that moment there was the rattle of a key in the lock. The door swung open and Paxo walked in. He stopped abruptly when he saw the two of us, frozen like that, and a sly grin spread across his face.
“Oops – sorry,” he said, totally unrepentant. “Didn’t know I was interrupting anything. You want me to go and come back later, mate? Or can I stay and join in?”
Jamie’s hands dropped away like he’d just had his fingers burned. I levered myself off the wall.
“I was just leaving,” I said, stalking out past Paxo with as much dignity as I could manage. “And anyway, Pax, I hardly think I’m your type – for a start, I’m not inflatable.”
Back in my own room I was too tired to spend much time turning over what Jamie had told me. I stripped off my clothes and cleaned my teeth before climbing straight into bed. There’d be time to dissect it all in the morning – when Sean was back.
The realisation of just how much I missed him, needed him, came to me right on the edge of sleep. It was my last conscious thought before I pitched into the comforting darkness.
***
I woke. The room was still blacked out and the building was silent but I knew something was different. Something was wrong.
I sat up and was about to reach for the bedside light when there was a quiet slither from across the other side of the room. The small lamp on the chest of drawers by the TV clicked on. I winced at the sudden glare, screwing my eyes up until they’d had a chance to adjust.
Sean sat in the chair next to the drawers. He was wearing his T-shirt and leather jeans, and his bike jacket was laid across the bed next to mine. He still had his hand on the lamp switch and, when I was able to focus again, I saw that he was smiling.
“Don’t you ever knock?” I demanded, surprise and the sudden awakening making me grumpy. “How did you get in?”
“Not if I can help it,” he said easily, “and you really should remember to use the security chain. That lock was hardly much of a challenge.”
“Sorry to disappoint you,” I said.
He got to his feet, untucking the T-shirt and starting to gather it upwards from the hem. My heart started to thunder so hard I almost had to raise my voice to be heard over it.
“What are you doing?”
He stilled in mid-undress. I had to force myself not to stare at the expanse of smooth flat skin already on show.
“Making use of your spare bed,” he said. “It’s too late to check in – even if they’d held a room for me – but I didn’t want to climb in until you’d woken up. You’d probably have killed me.” He was only half joking.
“Oh, well in that case, make yourself at home,” I said, trying for casual.
He smiled. “Thanks.” And with that he disappeared into the bathroom.
I lay down again and stared at the ceiling. I knew I should have been thinking about what Sean might have found out after he split off from the rest of us, but the fact that the Vauxhall had turned up at the hotel shortly after we did seemed to answer that one.
Instead, my brain was being ruled by my body. By the opportunity presented by having Sean in the bed next to mine.
The bathroom door opened and he clicked off the light. He’d stripped down to his shorts and now he draped his leathers across a chair and turned back the covers on the other bed.
He moved across to the light by the TV and reached for the switch.
“Sean—”
He paused, glancing back to me. His eyes were in shadow and I couldn’t read his face.
“What is it, Charlie?” His voice was gentle.
My nerve failed me.
“Erm, goodnight,” I said.
“Goodnight, Charlie,” he said softly, and plunged the room into blackness again.
***
The next thing I knew I was sitting bolt upright in bed with my breath coming fast and shallow and my eyes wide open. I had no concept of the passing of time. It seemed I’d only just let my head fall back and it had bounced me straight up again.
For some reason this second disturbance of my sleep brought with it a burst of unreasoned rage. I froze, listening for a repeat of the sound that had woken me, prepared to lash out. Then it came again and, with a sense of profound shock, I recognised it for what it was.
