who was in charge.
she messaged him.
Simple, clear, direct. That should do it.
She didn’t know why she was disappointed.
The minutes ticked by, while she waited in the silence of the caravan.
Six minutes later, her phone beeped. She opened it to see the picture. A black rooster with a huge red wattle glared into the camera with his beak open.
She laughed.
Her phone beeped again.
She messaged back.
Andy glanced at his watch. He wasn’t going to fall asleep again after that little exchange. And what the hell was Roz doing up at this hour? Was she drunk? Horny? He entertained himself with a brief fantasy of a tipsy, sexually aroused Roz clambering onto bed eager to take advantage of him.
Usually he liked to be in charge, but could he submit to her?
No. He decided. He was certain that if Roz got something too easily, she would have no respect for it. The woman had the attention span of a mayfly. She needed a strong man, someone who would challenge her in every way – in and out of the bedroom.
Someone like him.
No. No. No. He was not going there. He had enough troubles on his plate at the moment without inviting more into his life. Once he was sure his father was on the road to recovery he would go back to work. Hunt Roz down. Return her to her sister and get as far the hell away as he could.
8
In the early hours of the morning, Roz lay in the narrow bed, wondering how Andy was. Damn it, she didn’t want to think about him. That was never going to end well, but she couldn’t resist taking out her phone and checking. He was online. Roz hesitated. This online thing with Andy was turning into a habit. One that she didn’t want to break.
‘Oh, don’t be silly. It’s not as if he knows where you are.’ She messaged him.
The answer came immediately.
She hadn’t expected that.
There was a pause before he continued.
She knew that feeling. The first time she saw her dad in prison, she had been horrified. The man who had met her wearing prison overalls looked three sizes smaller than the larger-than-life father she had grown up with. For the first time, she noticed how grey his hair was, and the lines in his face.
She grinned as she swiped the message.
The nerve of him.
She laughed. She never travelled O’Sullivan Air, even when she wasn’t in trouble. There was something about their signature yellow and green colours that made her want to barf.
Andy went on.
A wave of longing went through Roz. What must it be like to have someone who never wanted you to leave? She wasn’t going to say that to him, so she joked,
She laughed out loud, and Frankie turned over in his bed, so she forced herself to be quiet again.
Even across the internet, the acid leached.
She didn’t know why she was disappointed.
The minutes ticked by, while she waited in the silence of the caravan.
Six minutes later, her phone beeped. She opened it to see the picture. A black rooster with a huge red wattle glared into the camera with his beak open.
She laughed.
Her phone beeped again.
She messaged back.
Andy glanced at his watch. He wasn’t going to fall asleep again after that little exchange. And what the hell was Roz doing up at this hour? Was she drunk? Horny? He entertained himself with a brief fantasy of a tipsy, sexually aroused Roz clambering onto bed eager to take advantage of him.
Usually he liked to be in charge, but could he submit to her?
No. He decided. He was certain that if Roz got something too easily, she would have no respect for it. The woman had the attention span of a mayfly. She needed a strong man, someone who would challenge her in every way – in and out of the bedroom.
Someone like him.
No. No. No. He was not going there. He had enough troubles on his plate at the moment without inviting more into his life. Once he was sure his father was on the road to recovery he would go back to work. Hunt Roz down. Return her to her sister and get as far the hell away as he could.
8
In the early hours of the morning, Roz lay in the narrow bed, wondering how Andy was. Damn it, she didn’t want to think about him. That was never going to end well, but she couldn’t resist taking out her phone and checking. He was online. Roz hesitated. This online thing with Andy was turning into a habit. One that she didn’t want to break.
‘Oh, don’t be silly. It’s not as if he knows where you are.’ She messaged him.
The answer came immediately.
She hadn’t expected that.
She knew that feeling. The first time she saw her dad in prison, she had been horrified. The man who had met her wearing prison overalls looked three sizes smaller than the larger-than-life father she had grown up with. For the first time, she noticed how grey his hair was, and the lines in his face.
The nerve of him.
She laughed. She never travelled O’Sullivan Air, even when she wasn’t in trouble. There was something about their signature yellow and green colours that made her want to barf.
Andy went on.
A wave of longing went through Roz. What must it be like to have someone who never wanted you to leave? She wasn’t going to say that to him, so she joked,
She laughed out loud, and Frankie turned over in his bed, so she forced herself to be quiet again.
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