3
Tony nicknamed her Santa because the first time they made love, that snowy December afternoon in his parents’ house in the Hamptons, Suzy had been wearing dark red satin underwear. He told her that all his Christmases had come at once.
She, grinning, gave him the cheesy reply that she was glad that was the only thing that had come at once.
They had been smitten with each other since that day. So much so that Tony Revere had abandoned his plans to study for a business degree at Harvard and instead had followed her from New York to England, much to the dismay of his control-freak mother, and joined her at the University of Brighton.
‘Lazybones!’ he said. ‘You goddamn lazybones.’
‘So, I don’t have any lectures today, OK?’
‘It’s half eight, right?’
‘Yep, I know. I heard you at eight o’clock. Then eight fifteen. Then eight twenty-five. I need my beauty sleep.’
He looked down at her and said, ‘You’re beautiful enough. And you know what? We haven’t made love since midnight.’
‘Are you going off me?’
‘I guess.’
‘I’ll have to get the old black book out.’
‘Oh yeah?’
She raised a hand and gripped him, firmly but gently, below his belt buckle, then grinned as he gasped. ‘Come back to bed.’
‘I have to see my tutor, then I have a lecture.’
‘On what?’
‘Galbraithian challenges in today’s workforce.’
‘Wow. Lucky you.’
‘Yeah. Faced with that or a morning in bed with you, it’s a no-brainer.’
‘Good. Come back to bed.’
‘I am so not coming back to bed. You know what’s going to happen if I don’t get good grades this semester?’
‘Back to the States to Mummy.’
‘You know my mom.’
‘Uh huh, I do. Scary lady.’
‘You said it.’
‘So, you’re afraid of her?’
‘Everyone’s afraid of my mom.’
Suzy sat up a little and scooped some of her long dark hair back. ‘More afraid of her than you are of me? Is that the real reason why you came here? I’m just the excuse for you to escape from her?’
He leaned down and kissed her, tasted her sleepy breath and inhaled it deeply, loving it. ‘You’re gorgeous, did I tell you that?’
‘About a thousand times. You’re gorgeous, too. Did I tell you that?’
‘About ten thousand times. You’re like a record that got stuck in a groove,’ he said, hitching the straps of his lightweight rucksack over his shoulders.
She looked at him. He was tall and lean, his short dark hair gelled in uneven spikes, with several days’ growth of stubble, which she liked to feel against her face. He was dressed in a padded anorak over two layers of T-shirt, jeans and trainers, and smelled of the Abercrombie & Fitch cologne she really liked.
There was an air of confidence about him that had captivated her the first time they had spoken, down in the dark basement bar of Pravda, in Greenwich Village, when she’d been in New York on holiday with her best friend, Katie. Poor Katie had ended up flying back to England on her own, while she had stayed on with Tony.
‘When will you be back?’ she said.
‘As soon as I can.’
‘That’s not soon enough!’
He kissed her again. ‘I love you. I adore you.’
She windmilled her hands. ‘More.’
‘You’re the most stunning, beautiful, lovely creature on the planet.’
‘More!’
‘Every second I’m away from you, I miss you so much it hurts.’
She windmilled her hands again. ‘More!’
‘Now you’re being greedy.’
‘You make me greedy.’
‘And you make me horny as hell. I’m going before I have to do something about it!’
‘You’re really going to leave me like this?’
‘Yep.’
He kissed her again, tugged a baseball cap on to his head, then wheeled his mountain bike out of the apartment, down the stairs, through the front door and into the cold, blustery April morning. As he closed the front door behind him, he breathed in the salty tang of the Brighton sea air, then looked at his watch.
He was due to see his tutor in twenty minutes. If he pedalled like hell, he might just make it.
4
‘That noise is driving me nuts,’ Carly said.
Tyler, in the passenger seat of her Audi convertible, was bent over his iPhone playing some bloody game he was hooked on called Angry Birds. Why did everything he did involve noise?
The phone now emitted a sound like crashing glass.
‘We’re late,’ he said, without looking up and without stopping playing.
‘Tyler, please. I have a headache.’
‘So?’ He grinned. ‘You shouldn’t have got pissed last night. Again.’
She winced at his use of adult language.
In a moment she was going to grab the sodding phone and throw it out of the window.
‘Yep, well, you’d have got
‘Serves you right for going on blind dates.’
‘Thanks.’
‘You’re welcome. I’m late for school. I’m going to get stick for that.’ He was still peering intently through his oval wire-framed glasses.
‘I’ll phone and tell them,’ she offered.
‘You’re always phoning and telling them. You’re irresponsible. Maybe I should get taken into care.’
‘I’ve been begging them to take you, for years.’
She stared through the windscreen at the red light and the steady stream of traffic crossing in front of them,
