Teresa Morgan - Plus One is a Lucky Number

“I was on the shop floor making them.” He narrowed his eyes. “And I’m not that old. I’m thirty-three.”

“Oh, definitely old,” she said, sarcasm lacing her words.

“Experienced.” In many things. Adam liked the fact she was flirting.

Sophie coughed and sobered, her cheeks flushed. “So why were you st-stripping it down?”

He pretended he hadn’t heard her stutter over the word stripping. “Well, it was either that, or they’d have to wait three days for our engineer,” he said. Had Adam taken it too far flirting back, or did he look like he was bragging? Shit, he felt like he was treading on eggshells. He wanted her to loosen up, get to know him, even like him. It felt important.

Of course it was important; they needed to at least get on this weekend to be remotely believable.

“Why?” she asked.

“He was on holiday.” Adam grinned. “And our other engineers were busy with other projects.”

“When things go wrong, they go wrong at once.”

“Exactly. We couldn’t get anyone else there sooner.”

She giggled. “I can’t believe you got your hands dirty.”

“Me neither. But I didn’t want to break our service agreement.”

“Ah, yes, very costly,” she agreed.

“Yes. And I wanted them to purchase the new QB20s. Wasn’t going to be likely if they had to halt their manufacturing line for three days.” Adam chuckled, and Sophie laughed with him. Yeah, and he’d won the contract.

And maybe he was worrying about nothing. They’d become comfortable with one another inside the car, all tension had ebbed away. But what would happen once they set foot on the grounds of the hotel, meeting Sophie’s friends and family? Adam’s stomach churned. Then he’d really have to turn up the charm. A whole different experience awaited them. Would he be believable enough for her? Or would they see through him?

No, he’d be fine. She was pretty, after all – not much pretending required there. But he would be pretending. Sophie didn’t seem like his usual girlfriends. And they worked under the same roof. He needed to tread carefully. Do enough to keep her friends at bay, but not too much to send mixed messages to Sophie.

“So who’s getting married?” Adam couldn’t believe he hadn’t asked this question.

“Oh, a second cousin of mine.”

“Family?” Adam’s eyes widened, he nearly swerved the car. “Are your parents going?”

“No.” She shook her head, and chuckled. “They’ll be on holiday.” Relief waved over Adam and he relaxed.

Adam pulled into the services around eleven o’clock, suggesting an early lunch. They’d been on the road three hours, and his stomach growled, reminding him he’d skipped breakfast.

They stood in silence, waiting to be seated in the small roadside restaurant on the A303. They were shown to a table and their orders taken.

“So what does your father do?” Adam asked.

“Pardon?” Sophie looked at him, frowning.

“What does your father do? And your mother? Where do they live?” Adam asked as the waitress arrived with their meals. Sophie smiled her thanks at the waitress, then met Adam’s gaze. Her dark brown eyes flitting with worry.

“Why do you want to know about my family?” Sophie’s voice was hesitant.

“Well, have I met them or not? We need to decide.”

“Oh, right. I didn’t think of that, either.” Sophie sighed, resting on her elbows.

Neither had James when he’d come up with this harebrained idea – ‘just pretend you’re her boyfriend.’ Adam started making a mental list of the things he was going to ‘thank’ James for when he returned.

He waited, patiently, watching her deep in thought. She frowned, fiddling with a paper napkin.

“Is it easier if you haven’t met them?” she said.

“Probably. Not really a lie then, is it?” Better to keep this fabrication to a minimum. Believable too, if they had only been seeing each other a few weeks.

Sophie agreed.

“But I might need some background about your family,” Adam said. “I mean, it’s not like you wouldn’t have talked to me about them.”

Sophie picked up her fork and sighed. “Okay, I’ll fill you in.”

As they ate, Adam listened to Sophie explain she’d grown up in Cornwall, and her parents were still living there, although currently on holiday. They had booked a once in a lifetime trip before the wedding had been announced.

“They’re probably in Hawaii as we speak,” Sophie said, after sipping her coffee. “Sunday, I think they fly to New Zealand.”

“Nice.”

“They decided to retire last year. They owned a couple of restaurants but sold up last autumn,” Sophie said. “So, what about your parents?”

“They’re in Surrey.” Adam didn’t look at her. Hell, what should he tell her? He finished his coffee, aware she was watching him, waiting.

“Um … shall we say I haven’t met your parents either? Being a bit early in the relationship.”

Adam met her gaze and nodded. “Yeah, good idea. I’m not really close to them.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

Now what would it look like if she found out the truth?

He sighed heavily. “They’re divorced.” That was true.

She finished her cappuccino. Adam felt relieved she was too polite to ask about the gory details – albeit they’d separated fifteen years ago.

“I’ll get the bill then.” Sophie clutched her purse.

“Wait.” Adam grabbed her arm, stopping her rising from the table. “You’ve got chocolate on your lip.” He reached out and gently rubbed the top of her lip with his thumb, removing the smudge.

Sophie flinched, rising out of her chair. She looked mortified, rubbing the same spot on her lip with her own finger automatically. She sure knew how to blush.

“Uh, thanks.”

Shit, had he done it again? Moved things too quickly? Had he frightened her?

Once she’d paid, they were back in the car and on the road again. They’d stopped for no longer than an hour.

“Nearly there,” Adam said, pointing to the sign on the motorway, ‘Welcome To Cornwall’.

“So how did you escape Cornwall and wind up in Surrey?” he asked, lowering the volume on the radio.

“Oh, I did my degree in Guildford,” she replied. “I came straight out of Surrey University and landed this job at Thomas Robotics.”

“Do you go home much?”

“Sometimes. My parents tend to visit me though. They like to stay in London, see a play, shop in Oxford Street – that’s more my mother rather than Dad.”

“Your dad carries the bags,” he said.

“Yes, and holds the credit card.”

“Of course.” Adam chuckled.

After half an hour of winding through the narrow country lanes of Cornwall, their journey ended as they pulled into the drive of Tinners Bay Hotel. A large, five star contemporary hotel was positioned on the hill of Tinners Bay, like someone had sunk a luxury cruise liner into the hillside. It stood three storeys high, with balconies on the top floors to admire the golden sandy beach below.

Adam took a deep breath and cool, salty, sea air filled his lungs. The wind whipped up Sophie’s hair, so she turned to face the oncoming wind and looked out towards the ocean.

This was it. Now they started pretending.

Lying.

As they approached the entrance, with the glass doors opening and the doorman greeting them, Adam instantly noticed Sophie slow down. Adam held out his hand, gesturing Sophie to go first. They entered the circular atrium, white and fresh, with the contrast of rich orange and blue furnishings. It had a definite seaside resort feel with bold stripes of colour and plenty of natural light.

Adam gently nudged Sophie in the small of her back to get her walking again. He kept his arm around her as they made their way towards the reception desk, following the porter with their luggage. She nervously glanced around, possibly searching for anyone who would recognise her. He gave her a reassuring squeeze.