The Undomestic Goddess - Sophie Kinsella

“Was he suing them? Or… or…” I trail off.

“It was all so bloody pointless!‘ He exhales. ”It started when the council dug up the road outside one of our pubs for eight months. They ruined access to it, and business went down. So Dad sued them. And lost. That’s when he had his first heart attack. That should have been the end of it.“

I bite my lip. “So… what went wrong?”

“Then some other lawyers made contact. More expensive.” I can hear the bitterness in Nathaniel’s voice. “They persuaded Dad he would win on appeal. They kept whipping him up, pressing the right buttons. They knew he was ill. Mum and I tried to talk him out of it… but he

just called us negative. Dad always believed he was in the right. He kept saying justice would prevail. He trusted those bastards.” Nathaniel is silent for a moment, then adds, “He had the next heart attack a week after they lost the second appeal. It killed him.”

“Nathaniel… I’m really sorry. That’s awful.”

“Thanks,” he says after a pause. “It was a pretty bad time.”

I feel chastened after hearing his story. This is a side of the law I have no experience of. Genuine concerns and people. At Carter Spink the deals may have been huge—but I was pretty much cushioned from real life.

“How about you?” His voice brings me back to earth. “You were going to tell me how you came to be here.”

“Oh.” I feel a spasm of nerves. “Yes, right. So I was.”

This is impossible. I want to tell him. But… how on earth can I now? How can I admit that I’m a lawyer?

“Well,” I say at last. “I was in London. In this… this…”

“Relationship,” he prompts.

“Er… yes.” I pause, racking my brains for a way to continue. “Well. Things went wrong. I got on a train… and I ended up here.”

There’s an expectant silence. “That’s it,” I add.

“That’s it?” Nathaniel sounds incredulous. “That’s the long story?”

Oh, God.

“Look.” I turn to face him in the moonlight. “I know I was going to tell you more. But are the details really important? Does it matter, what I used to do… or be? The point is, I’m here. And I’ve just had the best evening of my life. Ever.”

I can see he wants to challenge me; he even opens his mouth to speak. Then he relents and turns away.

I feel a plunge of despair. Maybe I’ve ruined everything. Maybe I should have told the truth anyway. Or made up some convoluted story about a nasty boyfriend.

We walk on again into the night without speaking. Nathaniel’s shoulder brushes against mine. Then I feel his hand. His fingers graze against my own casually at first, as though by accident—then, slowly, entwine round mine.

I feel an arching inside as my entire body responds, but somehow force myself not to catch my breath. There’s no sound except our footsteps on the road and the hooting of an owl. Nathaniel’s hand is sure and firm round my own. I can feel the roughened calluses on his skin, his thumb rubbing over mine.

We come to a stop at the entrance to the Geigers’ drive. He looks down at me silently, his expression almost grave. I can feel my breath thickening. I don’t care if it’s obvious I want him.

I was never any good at the rules, anyway.

He releases my hand and puts both hands round my waist. Now he’s slowly pulling me toward him. I close my eyes.

“For goodness sake!” comes an unmistakable voice. “Aren’t you going to kiss her?”

I jump backward. Nathaniel looks equally shocked; his arms have dropped to his sides. I turn round—and to my utter horror, Trish is leaning out of an upstairs window, holding a cigarette.

“I’m not a prude, you know,” she says. “You are allowed to kiss!”

I shoot furious daggers at her. Has she never heard the word privacy‘?

“Carry on!” Her cigarette end glows as she waves it. “Don’t mind me!”

Don’t mind her? I’m sorry, but Nathaniel and I are not having our first kiss with Trish as a spectator. I glance uncertainly at Nathaniel, who looks as nonplussed as I feel.

“Should we—” I’m not even sure what I’m about to suggest.

“Isn’t it a lovely summer’s night?” adds Trish conversationally.

“Lovely,” calls back Nathaniel politely.

This is disastrous. The mood is totally broken.

“Um… thanks for a great evening,” I say, trying to keep a straight face. “I had a great time.”

“Me too.” His eyes are almost indigo in the shadows. “So. Are we going to give Mrs. Geiger her kicks? Or leave her in an unbearable frenzy of frustration?”

Trish is still leaning avidly out the window, as if we’re the floor show.

“Oh… I think she probably deserves the unbearable frenzy of frustration,” I say with a tiny smile.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I’ll be at your mum’s at ten o’clock.”

He holds out his hand and we barely brush fingertips before he turns and walks away. I watch him disappear into the darkness, then turn and head down the drive to the house, my whole body still pulsating.

It’s all very well, getting one over on Trish. But what about my unbearable frenzy of frustration?

Chapter Sixteen

I’m woken the next day by Trish banging sharply on my door. “Samantha! I need to speak to you! Now!”

It’s not even eight o’clock on a Saturday morning. Where’s the fire?

“OK! Hang on a sec!” I call blearily.

I get out of bed and put on a dressing gown, my head filled with delicious

memories of last night. Nathaniel’s hand in mine… Nathaniel’s arms around me…

“Yes, Mrs. Geiger?” I open my door to see Trish standing there in a white robe. She puts her hand over the cordless phone in her hand.

“Samantha.” There’s a strange note of triumph in her voice. “You’ve fibbed to me, haven’t you?”

I feel a white flash of shock. How did she—how could she—

“Haven’t you?” She gives me a penetrating look. “I’m sure you know what I’m talking about?”

My mind frantically runs over all the fibs I’ve ever told Trish, up to and including “I’m a housekeeper.” It could be