caught her breath and repeated, “Hello … Josephine speaking,” using a much louder voice this time.
Someone cleared their throat. “Um … Hello, I was wondering if I could speak to Sarah please.”
“I’m sorry Sarah’s not here. She should be back in about half an hour. I could take your number and ask her to contact you.”
More clearing of the throat, before, “Um … That’s not necessary. I’ll ring back around one. Could you ask her to wait for my call?”
“Ah ... sure ... I didn’t catch your name?” Jo frowned at the phone.
“I’m a … I'm a um … a client and she wanted me to arrange a meeting. Can you tell her that … um ... Dan called? Thank you.” And he hung up.
Jo hesitated as she put the phone back in it’s cradle. Weird. Most clients called Sarah on her mobile or used the fax machine. It also seemed bizarre to call between Christmas and New Year. Most companies were closed for the holidays. Jo shrugged off the uneasy feeling, then went to the kitchen to write down the caller’s information and stick it on the fridge.
On her way back to her bedroom, her mobile buzzed with a text from James, instantly pushing the strange call from her mind as she grabbed the car keys, jumped back down the stairs three at a time and rushed out the door.
James sat waiting outside the station. He wore a navy V necked jumper and jeans, his black hair had been cut short and spiky and he was clean shaven. He smiled and waved. Jo stopped the car and he opened the door, swinging his bag onto the back seat.
“Hiya, nice to see you again,” he said still smiling as he clicked his seatbelt in place.
Jo smiled back. “Yeah, you too.”
So Nice!
Jo didn’t mind the scruffy look but this cleaner look suited him better, making him look even more handsome.
“Thanks for coming. I told Spencer I could walk to the pub, it’s not that far. Did you have a nice Christmas? Get anything special from anyone?”
Jo drove out of the station and onto the main road. “I got a load of great presents. One was a little weird though, came from some person called Santa—odd really…”
“Hmmm … A secret admirer perhaps.”
Jo chuckled, James always made her laugh. “Must be. Anyway, everyone had a good time. It was nice to have a full house. Spencer was in his element having another boy to play with.”
James grinned at her, making Jo's heart rate increase and her palms sweaty. She had to force her gaze back to the road, rather than stare into his beautiful blue eyes.
“I hope he shared and played nice. He has trouble with that sometimes.”
Jo laughed again. “How was your Christmas?” she asked.
James glanced out the window before answering. “Um … alright. I met some old school friends and we went out to the pub a few times. There’s not much to do in our village. We watched a lot of old movies and messed around on our guitars.”
“I didn’t know you played the guitar.”
“I had a few lessons when I was a kid, but didn’t stick with it. I’ve just taken it up again and I’m teaching myself. A couple of my friends let me sit in with them occasionally.”
“I tried the piano once, but only stuck at it for a term. I think I’m tone deaf. Peter plays, he’s really good.”
Arriving at the pub, Jo turned into a car park outside the front entrance.
“Are you joining us for a drink?” James asked her.
Jo took the keys out of the ignition, “Yeah, Spencer offered to buy me lunch if I collected you from the station.”
“Oh, so you weren’t just being nice, it was for a reward.”
Jo blushed and James grinned. “You better make sure it’s worth your while and order the most expensive meal on the menu, oh… and don’t forget desert.” He laughed, making her feel better, as they both got out of the car. “Shall we,” he added, standing back and allowing her to precede him into the pub.
After lunch Spencer drove Peter’s car home and Jo got a lift with Beth back to
Someone cleared their throat. “Um … Hello, I was wondering if I could speak to Sarah please.”
“I’m sorry Sarah’s not here. She should be back in about half an hour. I could take your number and ask her to contact you.”
More clearing of the throat, before, “Um … That’s not necessary. I’ll ring back around one. Could you ask her to wait for my call?”
“Ah ... sure ... I didn’t catch your name?” Jo frowned at the phone.
“I’m a … I'm a um … a client and she wanted me to arrange a meeting. Can you tell her that … um ... Dan called? Thank you.” And he hung up.
Jo hesitated as she put the phone back in it’s cradle. Weird. Most clients called Sarah on her mobile or used the fax machine. It also seemed bizarre to call between Christmas and New Year. Most companies were closed for the holidays. Jo shrugged off the uneasy feeling, then went to the kitchen to write down the caller’s information and stick it on the fridge.
On her way back to her bedroom, her mobile buzzed with a text from James, instantly pushing the strange call from her mind as she grabbed the car keys, jumped back down the stairs three at a time and rushed out the door.
James sat waiting outside the station. He wore a navy V necked jumper and jeans, his black hair had been cut short and spiky and he was clean shaven. He smiled and waved. Jo stopped the car and he opened the door, swinging his bag onto the back seat.
“Hiya, nice to see you again,” he said still smiling as he clicked his seatbelt in place.
Jo smiled back. “Yeah, you too.”
So Nice!
Jo didn’t mind the scruffy look but this cleaner look suited him better, making him look even more handsome.
“Thanks for coming. I told Spencer I could walk to the pub, it’s not that far. Did you have a nice Christmas? Get anything special from anyone?”
Jo drove out of the station and onto the main road. “I got a load of great presents. One was a little weird though, came from some person called Santa—odd really…”
“Hmmm … A secret admirer perhaps.”
Jo chuckled, James always made her laugh. “Must be. Anyway, everyone had a good time. It was nice to have a full house. Spencer was in his element having another boy to play with.”
James grinned at her, making Jo's heart rate increase and her palms sweaty. She had to force her gaze back to the road, rather than stare into his beautiful blue eyes.
“I hope he shared and played nice. He has trouble with that sometimes.”
Jo laughed again. “How was your Christmas?” she asked.
James glanced out the window before answering. “Um … alright. I met some old school friends and we went out to the pub a few times. There’s not much to do in our village. We watched a lot of old movies and messed around on our guitars.”
“I didn’t know you played the guitar.”
“I had a few lessons when I was a kid, but didn’t stick with it. I’ve just taken it up again and I’m teaching myself. A couple of my friends let me sit in with them occasionally.”
“I tried the piano once, but only stuck at it for a term. I think I’m tone deaf. Peter plays, he’s really good.”
Arriving at the pub, Jo turned into a car park outside the front entrance.
“Are you joining us for a drink?” James asked her.
Jo took the keys out of the ignition, “Yeah, Spencer offered to buy me lunch if I collected you from the station.”
“Oh, so you weren’t just being nice, it was for a reward.”
Jo blushed and James grinned. “You better make sure it’s worth your while and order the most expensive meal on the menu, oh… and don’t forget desert.” He laughed, making her feel better, as they both got out of the car. “Shall we,” he added, standing back and allowing her to precede him into the pub.
After lunch Spencer drove Peter’s car home and Jo got a lift with Beth back to
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