United States of Love - Sue Fortin

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technical issues, such as beam splicing and loading, engineers’ reports and calculations.

      ‘I would like the staircase to start at this side and curve round to the first floor,’ explained Tex, walking over to the right-hand side of the hall. He made a sweeping motion with his arm to emphasise his point.

      Anna couldn't help admiring him as he stood there explaining and gesturing. Dark trousers, expensive-looking, black shiny leather shoes, pale blue shirt open at the collar, his sleeves rolled up. That fresh showery, citrus smell of his aftershave tantalising her senses.

      ‘You would lose quite a bit of floor space downstairs if you want a curving staircase,’ said Rod, ‘and then you have to take into consideration the rise of each step and how far it carries. It will take a fair bit of working out.’

      Rod went on to explain how each tread and riser was calculated and how much something like that would cost. He rambled about kites and winders, newels, spindles and strings. Graeme was furiously pecking at his calculator as Rod reeled off numbers and measurements.

      Anna had no idea what they were talking about. She looked over at Tex and had to stifle a giggle as he gave an exaggerated, confused look, unnoticed by the others. Rod carried on, more or less discussing it with himself, correcting and contradicting himself along the way, and Graeme continued to tap at the calculator like some sort of demented woodpecker.

      She stole another glance at Tex who, catching her eye, mimed a yawn, tapping his mouth with his hand, which just made Anna want to giggle again. When he silently acted out a noose round his neck and then made out to shoot himself in the temple with his fingers, Anna couldn’t hold the burst of laughter in. Rod and Graeme stopped and stared at her. She quickly fashioned the laugh into a small series of coughs.

      ‘Sorry, tickly throat,’ she said apologetically, not daring to look at Tex.

      ‘Hey, come out back and I’ll get you a glass of water,’ Tex piped up, and before she could protest, he was gently leading her away by the arm. Once inside the kitchen he closed the door and they both laughed quietly.

      ‘Jeez,’ groaned Tex. ‘Death by numbers.’ He took a step closer. ‘Now, where did we leave off the other night?’

      Anna took a step back. Oh, this was hard. ‘I think it’s best to leave it there,’ she said.

      He was standing in front of her. ‘Huh?’

      ‘I’m sorry, Tex, but I think it’s best if we just keep things professional now that I’m working for Jamie which, by default, now means you. It’s a rule of mine never to mix business with pleasure.’

      ‘You serious? Damn it, you are!’ Tex cursed. This wasn’t going to plan. ‘What about if I fire you then? Tell Jamie I’ve changed my mind.’ He saw the alarm on her face. ‘I was only joking. I wouldn’t really.’

      ‘Good, because I could do with this job,’ replied Anna.

      ‘What about if you give me a chance to change your mind?’ He fixed her with his killer smile, the one that he usually got his way with. She was shaking her head. She wasn’t buying it.

      Before he could plan his next move, there was a knock at the door and a female voice calling his name. It was Christine.

      The door opened and in she wiggled, smiling widely at him. Then she clocked Anna, and instantly Christine’s smile disappeared. ‘Oh, hello.’

      ‘Anna, this is Christine,’ said Tex. ‘She works in the art gallery across the way. Christine, this is Anna, she’s my PA.’ He watched Christine’s hostile eyes look Anna up and down. Anna would have to be downright stupid to miss that, he thought.

      ‘Hmm, I see,’ responded Christine.

      Tex had been so busy checking Anna’s reaction to this unfavourable greeting that he was totally caught out when Christine draped herself over his shoulder and kissed him on the cheek. Without barely moving her mouth away from him, she said, ‘I just came over to see if you were free for lunch, but I don’t want to interrupt anything.’

      ‘You weren’t,’ said Anna tersely. ‘I’d better get back to Graeme and Rod. Don’t want to miss anything.’

      Tex cursed to himself yet again as Anna left the room.

      ‘Sorry, did I upset someone?’ cooed Christine.

      ‘Hmmm,’ grunted Tex, then gathering himself, ‘I’m sorry, but I’ll take a rain check on lunch. I’ve already got a meeting.’

      ‘Oh, come over later then. I’ve got some pictures that I thought would look good in the restaurant.’ She smiled sweetly and wiggled her way back out.

      The rest of the meeting ran smoothly without any problems, although Tex noted that Anna didn’t look at him once this time. She definitely had a businesslike air about her. Professional, almost to the point of being curt. She really did mean it when she said she wasn’t mixing business with pleasure.

      ‘Okay, that's me done,’ said Rod as the meeting drew to a close. ‘I'll need a couple of days to price this, so I will get back to you by the end of the week.’

      As Rod left, Graeme looked expectantly at Anna. When it appeared she wasn't taking the hint, he said to Tex, ‘Have you got a minute? I wondered if I could have a quick word.’

      ‘Sure, but I do have another appointment at midday,’ replied Tex, glancing at his watch.

      ‘I'll leave you to it,’ said Anna, still avoiding eye contact with him. ‘If there's anything you need to clarify, you can get hold of me through Jamie.’

      ‘Anna…’ began Tex.

      ‘I've got to go, my train will be here soon. Nice to have met you, Graeme.’ Anna walked towards the door.

      ‘Anna! One moment please,’ called Tex.

      ‘Sorry, got to go,’ she called back, as Graeme anxiously tried to retain Tex’s attention.

       Chapter Eight

      ‘Tex. It's about my daughter's wedding. Would you give her some advice on the menu?’

      Tex looked from Graeme to the door and back again. Much as he wanted to tell Graeme that his daughter's wedding menu was the last thing on his mind at that moment, and that it was something he really should be asking the caterers, he couldn't be rude.

      Making polite but short work of discussing the best dishes for large parties, Tex managed to usher Graeme out of the building in ten minutes with the promise of putting some ideas down on an email for him. As soon as the door closed behind the architect, Tex took out his cell phone and called Anna's.

      She wasn’t answering it. Perhaps it was in her handbag and she hadn't been able to get to it in time. Listening to the ringing tone and willing her to answer, Tex wandered over to the trestle table where Graeme had left a revised set of drawings taped to the table. It was then that he heard a vibrating sound coming from the direction of the window. He looked over and saw a phone jiggling away on the windowsill. Anna’s.

      Tex checked his watch. She could only have just made it to the station by now. If he was quick he could be there in five minutes, hopefully before her train arrived. He patted his back pocket. Yes, his keys were there. Without looking for his jacket, Tex dashed out to his car.

      It was still raining as he drove out of Tarrant Street and over the bridge towards the train station. Within a few minutes, he pulled up outside the ticket office, and abandoning his car, sprinted through the unmanned office and out on to the platform. Tex scanned the deserted platform up and down; there was no sign of Anna there or in the waiting room. He looked over at platform two on the other side of the tracks. That appeared empty too.

      Then he saw her, stepping out from the plastic waiting shelter there, looking at him. Intrigued? Curious?

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