Buoyed up by her shopping experience, Kate sat in her lounge sipping a glass of white wine later, still smiling. She’s gone straight from the shop to the gym and had a really good session. The sweat had been dripping from her machine in the spin class and then she’d hit body pump too. Her muscles would be aching afterwards but it was the best workout she’d had in ages.
Kate’s chat with Olive and the shop with Amelia had given her some confidence to face up to the thing that was bugging her the most. What the hell was going on with her and Dave? Olive was right, this had been hanging around for 20 years on and off and she’d missed the boat back at university, moping about him being in America with his (ex?)wife now wasn’t helping things.
She looked at her phone to check the time difference between the UK and America, it was only three in the afternoon over there so hopefully it would be a good time to call Dave. Before she had time to think about it any more, she downed her glass of wine and filled up another before video dialling him on her phone.
Over in the States, Dave’s phone rang. He’d just come back from the gym too and was picking Junior up later to go out for some food and take in a movie. Alicia was having an afternoon with her family and he’d not wanted to intrude. Looking at the screen he was surprised to see it was Kate calling.
“Um, hi there.” Dave propped his phone up on the table while he towelled his hair. He hoped that the angle meant that Kate couldn’t see he wasn’t wearing anything else but a towel.
“Hi Dave, I hope I haven’t interrupted anything?” Kate could just see a blur of movement on the other end. Hang on, she thought, I don’t think he’s got anything on. She didn’t know if to look closer or look away.
“Nope, I’m just drying off after a trip to the gym. Hang on, just let me finish getting dressed”. He turned round to walk over and grab some pants, the movement causing his towel to slip down at the back.
At the other end, Kate got a full eyeful of a rather pert derriere. She stifled a laugh, not wanting him to know what she had seen. It was turning into a rather pleasant phone call, she downed another glass of wine and daydreamed while she waited for him to return fully clothed. She’d forgotten what it was like to have sexual urges, it had been so long.
Bantering for the next few minutes over who had done the hardest work out it was like old times on the call. Dave was insistent that his weight program was harder than her spin class, she argued moving her heart rate into the red zone meant she was fitter.
“What can I do for you?” Dave was pleased Kate had called but he needed to get ready to go out soon so was wondering what the call was about, Kate never called without a reason.
“What do you mean, can’t a girl just call to say hi?” Even Kate realised this sounded hollow, she always had a purpose and didn’t do chat. “Actually, I was wondering how you’d got on with generating some business.”
Ah, it’s all work, Dave thought. He was disappointed, he’d been hoping that they could talk a bit about them.
Dave reeled off a few of the conversations he’d been having, without mentioning the big meeting he’d had with the telecoms company a few days earlier. He wanted to keep that one quiet because it was his deal and he wanted to make sure it came off before blowing a fanfare. He didn’t know why but there was something about that job he wanted to keep to himself, probably because there were parts of the deal Kate wouldn’t be happy with. He did mention an anecdote about using Dave Jnr as in with someone.
“You won’t believe what I did today. Took my niece shoe shopping.” Kate smiled again at the thought of Amelia’s face when they’d picked her shoes. She still felt that joy when her shopping trips were a success, though it was much nicer to share it with someone else.
“What! I thought you didn’t do children?” Dave was amazed. Kate never even mentioned her nieces and nephews, or if she did it was only in disparaging terms.
“Ah this was different; she was like my little shopping buddy. There were no nappy changes or sick involved.” Kate related the shoe shopping story.
“And did you get any while you were there?” Dave knew about Kate’s shopping habit. He wasn’t totally surprised she’s enjoyed this trip with Amelia, it was perfect for her. He was also pleased with her finally being more open to children. He knew the biggest stumbling block in their potential relationship was his son, perhaps this would help her to become more open.
“Ha no, they didn’t have them in my size!” Kate finished her last glass and looked at her laptop. Perhaps some online shopping after the call might be called for.
“You, me and Junior will have to go out when I’m back in the UK.” Dave tested the water.
“I’m not sure his taste in shoes is the same as mine.” Kate laughed. She knew that she wasn’t as keen on boys as girls but perhaps she could find a connection with a seven-year-old boy. As long as it didn’t involve sports events.
“I didn’t mean that, maybe a meal or trip to a museum?”
Kate realised that Dave was opening a door. She hadn’t realised that taking her niece out could make a difference to her faltering relationship too. The question was, did she want to put her foot into that gap or close it?
“That would be nice, how would Alicia feel?” As soon as she said it, she realised it was the wrong thing to say. Dave stood up and walked away from the phone.
“I’m sure she would be fine.” Dave gritted his teeth. Kate had just totally ruined the vibe of the conversation. Why couldn’t she just leave that part of his life alone? “Anyway, I need to go now, I’ve got to go and pick Junior up.”
“Fine.” Kate, never the one to back down, didn’t like Dave’s tone. If he wanted to be funny, she thought, then sod him.
Winding up the call, Kate was frustrated in more ways than one. It was the best conversation they’d had in a long time, but then it had gone sour, the way their conversations seemed to do. And after consuming nearly a whole bottle of wine and seeing a half-naked man she was feeling like she needed something to let off steam, and shoe shopping wouldn’t do it. Picking up the phone she scrolled to another number.
“Hi Casper, yes I know I haven’t called you for a while. Don’t suppose you fancy a drink in town?”
Bootie call arranged she went off to change in to one of her sluttier outfits. F*ck Dave, who needed him anyway.