Annie Lyons - Life Or Something Like It

She narrowed her eyes at him. ‘I’m here, aren’t I?’

He raised his glass. ‘Well I would like to propose a toast to my sister’s inevitable success in the quest to get my children to like her.’

Cat shook her head and tapped her glass against his. ‘As I said, this was your idea and if it all goes pear-shaped, it’s down to you.’

Andrew looked satisfied. ‘It won’t,’ he declared. ‘In fact, I’d go as far as to say that it will be the making of you.’

Cat looked at him askance. ‘Who says I need to be “made”?’

Andrew shrugged. ‘Just that spending time with kids opens up your world a bit.’

‘Are you saying that my world is closed?’ She was irritated but doing her best not to betray it.

He nudged her playfully. ‘Oi, don’t get mardy. I’m merely pointing out that when everything is work, work, work, you can get a bit blinkered.’

‘And I suppose you’re a man of the world just because you have children?’

He laughed. ‘Hey, Lady PR, get down off your high horse. If I’m a man of the world then I’m a very tired one. All I’m saying is that kids make you re-evaluate your life. They force you to see things differently by dint of the fact that they need you.’

Cat sniffed. ‘So I am to be educated about the world by some small needy people.’

‘If you like,’ said Andrew with a grin. ‘We’ll see, won’t we?’

Cat frowned. She had forgotten how infuriating Andrew could be. He thought he knew better than her because he’d managed to reproduce smaller versions of himself. Like so many people with children, he thought he’d found the key to life but Cat knew which world suited her. This was a temporary arrangement – a mere blip in her life before she went back to what she loved best. ‘Yes,’ she said, taking another sip of her wine. ‘We will see.’

Chapter Four

Cat woke early the next morning with a renewed sense of purpose. She had a plan and the arrangement with her brother was only temporary. She could handle it. She was Cat Nightingale. She could handle anything. She showered and dressed in her favourite Malene Birger chinos and navy lace-detail T-shirt top from Zara. It was smart without being showy and she felt good in it; it was the perfect look for a wannabe fun auntie. She went downstairs. Ellie was watching cartoons and Charlie was playing on his iPad. So far so calm.

‘Morning!’ she said in a sing-song voice. ‘How are we today?’

‘Daddy’s gone,’ said Ellie sadly, without looking up. Charlie said nothing.

‘Well who’s for breakfast?’ she asked. ‘I’m starving and we’ve got a big day ahead.’ She sensed that she needed to keep them moving. Sitting still and moping was not an option. Fresh air and activity surely had to be the best idea.

‘I’m not hungry,’ said Charlie sullenly.

‘Me neither,’ declared Ellie, bouncing up and down on the sofa.

‘Oh that’s a shame because I think I spied some pancakes and bacon so I’ll just eat them all myself.’

‘Ooh I want pancakes,’ said Ellie. Charlie scowled at his sister with a look that said, ‘Traitor’.

Satisfied that she had one of them onside, Cat made her way to the kitchen. Ellie followed her, spouting a stream of questions. ‘Can I have maple syrup with mine, is there any juice, where are we going today, can I have a biscuit while I’m waiting, will it take long to get there, will there be toilets at the place we’re going to?’

Cat was used to needy clients but not needy six-year-olds and felt her brain start to fizz at this verbal onslaught. She flicked on the kettle, deciding that coffee would definitely help before turning to her niece. ‘Yes, don’t know, up to London, yes, not long and yes.’

Ellie seemed appeased and reached for the biscuit tin. Cat retrieved the bacon and pancakes and set about making breakfast. She felt disproportionately proud as she found the maple syrup and successfully prepared their breakfast without cremating it.

‘It’s ready,’ she called.

‘Ooh goody!’ cried Ellie, hopping into the dining room.

Charlie didn’t appear so Cat went into the lounge. He was still glued to his game. ‘Are you sure you don’t want anything? We’re going out so you should probably eat something.’

He scowled up at her. ‘I don’t want any breakfast and I don’t want to go out. Just leave me alone.’

Cat wasn’t used to being talked to like this and she also wasn’t used to people not doing as they were asked. ‘You need to have some breakfast and then we are going out,’ she said firmly.

They glared at one another for what felt like an age; Cat could see his defiance mirrored in her own . It’s a test , she thought, and I cannot lose. Not on day one . Charlie studied her expression as if trying to read her mind. She saw a hint of recognition flicker across his face – a realisation that he’d picked the wrong battle. It might have been this or a growling hunger that made him throw his iPad to one side and sigh, ‘Fine.’

Cat almost felt like doing a small victory dance as he joined her and Ellie for breakfast. A point to me , she thought. I can do this .

Ellie was tucking into a pancake, two rashers of bacon and a lake of maple syrup. ‘It’s mop as mice as Mummy’s,’ she said through a mouthful of food.

‘I wouldn’t expect it to be,’ said Cat taking a sip of coffee. ‘Now, would you like to know where we’re going today?’

‘Not really,’ muttered Charlie.

‘Is it Disneyland?’ asked Ellie hopefully.

‘No,’ replied Cat, deciding to ignore Charlie and plough on regardless. ‘We’re going on the London Eye.’

‘We’ve already done that with Mum and Dad,’ said Charlie smugly.

Cat had the trump card. ‘Yes but I’ve booked us a VIP capsule.’

‘What’s VIP?’ asked Ellie.

‘Very important person,’ said Charlie with authority. ‘It’s for posh people.’ Cat was good enough at reading humans to glean that he was secretly impressed.

‘Oh. Are we posh then?’ asked Ellie.

‘We can be for today if you like. And then if you’re good, I thought we could go to one of my very favourite restaurants.’

‘I like restaurants. Can I wear my party dress?’ asked Ellie, helping herself to another pancake and pooling more maple syrup on top.

‘If you want to,’ said Cat feeling pleased. Charlie said nothing and Cat took this as a positive sign. She sat back in her chair and reached for her phone. She had just enough time to flick through the day’s news before they needed to leave for the station.

‘We’re not allowed phones or iPads at the table,’ said Charlie, jutting out his chin in defiance.

‘Daddy says that mealtimes are family times,’ reported Ellie with a frown.

‘Sorry,’ said Cat feeling a little indignant. ‘I just need to check in for work.’

‘I thought you weren’t working at the moment,’ said Charlie, narrowing his eyes at her. Another challenge.

‘No, but I still need to keep up with what’s going on. It’s a very important part of my job,’ retorted Cat, irritated that she was allowing her ten-year-old nephew to rile her.

‘But you haven’t got a job,’ said Ellie, looking confused.

Thanks for reminding me , thought Cat.

‘Come on, Ells. Let’s get dressed,’ said Charlie, nudging his sister. He gave his aunt a superior glance as they left the room.

Left alone nursing her coffee, Cat felt a growing sense of dissatisfaction creep over her. Charlie was obviously determined to undermine her at every turn, which was going to make for a very stressful day. She tried to distract herself by reading the day’s news on her phone. Normally she would have found a discussion to join or at least added a sage comment to some big PR story but she felt almost paralysed. Cat had half-expected the world to grind to a halt without her. She knew it was a ridiculous notion but she couldn’t quite believe that Hemingway Media was still functioning in her absence. She flicked to its Twitter page. All was calm, normal and working perfectly well. She was about to tweet to Ava when a call came from upstairs.