touring Australia. So his unitâs empty. And thatâs it. Not terribly exciting, Iâm afraid.â
âNot terribly exciting is exactly what I want.â Kate took a sip of wine and watched Angie as she stirred the rice. âWhat about you? Is
exciting
what youâre after?â
âNot necessarily.â Angie hesitated, as if in thought, and then began stirring again vigorously. âMelissa wants me to move over to England.â
âWhat!â
âJust for a year or so,â added Angie quickly, still stirring. âShe reckons I could afford to take a year off now that . . . you know.â
âI know.â Kate waved a hand dismissively over that part of the equation. âBut donât tell me youâre thinking of it seriously? What about
Fully Booked
?â
âWell, thatâs the point, isnât it? Thereâs no way Iâd find a manager I could trust enough for me to flit over to the other side of the world. Except maybe you, and youâre not interested.â
This last was said almost as a question so Kate shook her head emphatically to lay the idea to rest. Then she looked at her cousin curiously. âBut would you have considered it? If Iâd been willing?â
âNot really,â Angie shrugged, lifting the ladle out with a few grains of rice clinging to it. She blew on them lightly. âIâve got to sort myself out here first.â
âMaybe you could go over on a holiday? A month or so?â
âMaybe. Iâll play it by ear.â
âAnd in the meantime, do find yourself a toy boy. Reclaim your youth.â
âReclaim it? I donât even remember it.â
Kate ran her fingers through her damp hair to fluff it up, and then tucked it behind her ears. She took another sip of wine and smiled contentedly. It felt very strange to be sitting and watching someone else prepare a meal, with nothing to do but engage in light conversation. And every so often a stray thought would sidle away to wonder what was happening at home. She had left a casserole there also, but had anybody thought to put it in the oven? Had Jacob emerged from his room? Was Emma being strapped securely into her highchair? Was Sam just now getting home, tired and dirty, only to be confronted with the reality ofher absence? Would she ever find somewhere to store her residual guilt so that it was unable to seep out and infect her enjoyment?
âI suppose we should really work out something about cooking.â Angie carried the pot of rice over to the sink and poured it into a colander. âI mean, itâs not fair that you should do it every day just because youâre home.â
âI donât mind.â
âWell, you should. Youâre supposed to be working, and you need to treat it just like you would if you were at an office.â
Kate thought about this and then nodded. âYouâre right. Well, what about taking it in turns?â
âOkay, but donât forget Iâm on a diet.â Angie banged the colander sharply against the side of the sink and then spooned some rice onto two plates. She waved a hand dismissively at Kate, who had just started to rise. âSit down. Itâs under control.â
âYou sure?â Kate remained half out of her seat as she looked at her cousin questioningly. It wasnât just that she felt she
should
help, but she actually
wanted
to. It wasnât an altogether pleasant feeling merely sitting by.
Angie waved her down again as she set the table briskly. âAnyway, so when does the masterpiece begin?â
âI wish youâd stop calling it a masterpiece. It makes me feel weighed down by expectations before I even begin.â Kate smiled to lighten the words.
Angie ladled chicken and thick honey-soya sauce over the rice and then brought the two plates over to the table. âActually itâs a bit pretentious of you to assume I was serious. But no problem,
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