bitch room to get her claws into Terry again. Everyone knew she was still after him, and this was the perfect excuse for her to throw herself at him in the guise of needing comfort now that something had happened to their brat of a son.
Terry was in the car with the engine running and his mobile phone to his ear when Leanne hurtled out of the main doors. Jumping into the passenger seat beside him, she scowled at him as she dragged her seat belt on, demanding to know who he was calling now.
Ignoring her, Terry rapped his fingernails on the steering wheel. Tossing the phone into the gap beneath the radio when it went straight to voicemail, he threw the car into reverse.
Instincts bristling, Leanne snatched the phone up and pressed redial. ‘I knew it!’ she squawked, her head bouncing off the back of the seat as Terry backed out of the parking space with a squeal of rubber. ‘How come you’ve still got her number, you lying bastard? You swore you’d deleted it.’
Keeping his stare fixed on the road, Terry drove on in silence. She was right; he had said that he’d deleted Sue’s number, but only to get Leanne off his back. Everything was so cut and dried with her. He could either have her , or he could have Sue and his kids – no in-betweens, no ifs or buts. But she was too young to understand that he’d had to keep the number in case an emergency like this cropped up. And he was too old to waste his breath explaining.
Forcing herself to hold her tongue as they drove on through the backstreets of Rusholme at breakneck speed, Leanne dug her nails into the sides of her seat and held on for dear life. It sickened her to have caught him out in a lie about his ex, and he would pay for that before the night was out. But she wouldn’t press him for answers right now – not when he was already driving like a maniac.
And definitely not when they were just minutes away from coming face to face with Sue. There was no way she was giving her the satisfaction of seeing them having an argument. No, she would walk into that hospital with her head held high and her hand in Terry’s. And if Sue didn’t like it – tough !
Sue wouldn’t have liked it. But, fortunately for Leanne, she wasn’t there to see it. She was still in town, and Terry – for once – was the furthest thing from her mind. Although, normally by now, when the club was closing and they were getting set to head back to Julie’s place with whichever men they’d picked up, he’d be the only thing on her mind.
By now, she’d usually either be stone sober and wracked with guilt for even thinking about doing the dirty with another man; or pissed out of her head and sobbing that she couldn’t live without Terry. Either way, she’d managed to ruin every date she’d had in the last year. But, so far, tonight’s date was proving to be a whole lot better than she’d expected. Although she wasn’t sure why, because her man, Chris, was nowhere near as handsome as Terry; and there was no excuse for the slacks and slip-on shoes that he was wearing. But he was so laid-back and easy to talk to that she’d felt herself warming to him as the night wore on. And unlike the losers she usually got lumbered with, who spent the night sighing and looking at their watches, and generally making it obvious that they were only tolerating her for the sake of their mate who’d copped off with Julie, at least he was making an effort to get to know her.
And it was working, because by the time the lights came up and the music stopped, she found that she was actually looking forward to continuing their chat back at Julie’s. It remained to be seen whether anything else would happen when they got there, but it was a promising start.
At least, Sue thought it was, but Julie obviously didn’t agree.
‘I am so sorry,’ she apologised when they headed into the toilets to re-do their make-up before the doormen kicked everyone out.
‘What for?’ Sue asked, elbowing a group of