Tasha was going to be looking after the rats, seeing as she had her own reasons for staying in Porthkennack for Christmas. And Dev and Kyle were coming down again for New Year, so they’d all be together then.
“It’s a lot more sheltered back home,” Jory was saying. “Here, there’s nothing but sea between us and Newfoundland.”
“No wonder King Arthur and the knights were always going on all them quests. They had to do something to keep warm. Where’s a fire-breathing dragon when you need one?”
“I think they all flew south for the winter. But don’t worry, you’ll warm up in a minute.”
Jory was probably right. They were standing on the bridge that connected the not-quite-island of Tintagel to the mainland, taking a breather after climbing down about sixty zillion steep stone steps. There were another sixty zillion they’d have to climb up on the other side to get to the castle.
Mal smiled up at it. “Can’t believe I finally made it here.”
It’d taken a few months, mostly because Mal’s git of a brain insisted on associating trips to Tintagel with panic attacks. But, yeah, apparently not all counselling was a waste of time, and Mal got on pretty well with the bloke he was seeing now. Although they seemed to spend a lot more time talking about his relationship with his dad than Mal would have expected.
He’d decided at the end of the summer that he wasn’t going back to work as a driver on the underground. Well, he was going out with a teacher, so the shift work would have been a bit of a bugger anyway, even if him and Jory were both living in London. He could’ve taken longer to make the final decision—his old boss had been really good about it—but it’d seemed daft not to accept the museum job when it fell vacant.
Mal still couldn’t believe they were letting someone like him look after a museum, but apparently Jory’s recommendation was enough, either cos he was a Roscarrock or cos he was Jory. Or both. And Mal had plans for that place—Jory’s mermaid exhibition at the end of August had gone down a treat, so Mal was going to follow it up with one on women pirates. Starring, of course, a certain Mary Roscarrock, seeing as how it’d struck him that Dev wasn’t the only bloke in town who could do with a relative he could relate to. In the meantime, the downturn in visitors after the summer meant Mal had plenty of time to work on his Open University arts and humanities course.
Jory had suggested he sign up for the full degree course, but Mal hadn’t had a lot of time to think about it, what with registrations closing, so he’d played safe and gone for just the first-year course in case he hated it.
He’d already decided he’d be doing the next two years too. Well, he needed something to do while Jory was marking homework or hanging out with his old mate Patrick, didn’t he? Or visiting Gawen at his mum’s cos, yeah, that level of awkward wasn’t going away overnight. Then again, they mostly saw Gawen on his own these days, so that was cool.
“I always knew you’d make it here eventually,” Jory said in his ear. “Even if we had to hike all the way from Porthkennack.”
“Yeah, and looking at all them steps, aren’t you glad we didn’t have to do that?”
Jory grinned. “Race you to the top!”
He set off at a run, the bastard, so Mal followed, behind at first but gradually catching up cos months of walking everywhere was fucking awesome for improving your general fitness. Halfway up the steps, he had to tear off his sweater, now way too hot and itching like a bitch.
Old grannies in pack-a-macs and families in bright waterproofs scattered out of their path. They were probably glad of an excuse to stop climbing for a mo and watch the madmen go by.
With a final burst of speed he’d be paying for tomorrow, Mal surged ahead of Jory. When he reached the top, he turned and punched the air. “Oh, yes! The winner!” He swung his sweater around his head in a victory wave.
There was the sound of clapping, a few cheers, and even a wolf-whistle from the slow-coaches on the steps.
Mal gazed down at Jory, who smiled up at him from a few steps down, chest heaving.
He’d won a lot more than a race.
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