Ros hadn’t been expecting the wave of guilt that hit her on seeing her dad. The thought that she was about to lie her socks off to him didn’t sit comfortably. She was keen to get on with her task so she wasn’t late to meet Cameron. ‘I’m not going to be out long with Gazza because I’m meeting someone for coffee at eleven.’ Both Gazza and her dad stared at her and she felt like she was under a spotlight.
‘Someone?’ queried her dad. ‘Not Darla then?’
‘Err no. I’ll grab his lead and we’ll be off,’ she said, quickly exiting the living room to avoid any further questioning. She almost tripped over Gazza as he dashed ahead of her and ran to sit in front of the cupboard where his lead and harness were kept. As soon as she took them out the dog began racing around in circles. She crouched down and made an attempt to put on the harness but he was moving so fast he was almost a blur. She had one more go at grabbing him before standing up again. ‘This is ridiculous. Gazza, stop it.’ He paused for a nanosecond but she wasn’t quick enough to put on his harness so he set off again. She didn’t have time for this.
‘Bring his lead through here and I’ll put it on. He gets a bit excited.’
‘Yeah, just a bit,’ said Ros, heading back to the living room with Gazza jumping up and trying to snatch the lead from her hand.
‘Come here, boy,’ said Barry and Gazza did as he was told. Ros handed Barry the harness. ‘So is the someone for coffee a work thing?’ Barry didn’t look up.
‘Err no.’
‘Anyone I know?’ he asked as he clicked the harness in place. This was her opportunity. Ros scratched her neck. Was this whole contrived boyfriend plan a good idea? She really didn’t know. But when her dad looked up she saw something in his eyes. And oddly it felt like the right moment to lie through her teeth to him.
‘Actually I did have something to ask you . . .’ Her dad and Gazza stared at her expectantly. ‘There’s someone I’d like to bring to dinner tomorrow and his name is Cameron.’ Oh my goodness, why did that feel like the hardest thing in the world to say?
Barry looked more stunned than if she’d slapped him in the face with a pie. Gazza barked, which startled Ros and jolted Barry out of his speechlessness. ‘Great. And is this Cameron a friend or . . .’
The hope and expectation in her father’s eyes were quite something. Ros took a deep breath. ‘He’s my boyfriend.’
Chapter Eight
Ros couldn’t get out of the house quick enough and thankfully Gazza felt the same. Her dad’s face was something she would always remember. The smile that appeared – the likes of which had been something she’d not seen from him for a very long time. She’d dashed off before her dad could pass comment and had been hugely relieved to escape any questioning. She’d done it. She’d sown the first seed. This was happening. She felt breathless and then realised that she was almost jogging thanks to Gazza setting the pace. Why did he always pull? It couldn’t be comfortable. For a small dog he had a lot of power. She tried to bring him to heel but he preferred to be semi-choking. Her phone rang and with some difficulty she answered it with one hand.
‘Hiya, Ros, it’s Cameron.’
‘I’ve told him,’ she blurted out. ‘My dad. I’ve told him about us.’
‘Okay. How did it go?’
‘I left before he could ask me anything but he was pleased. He looked really happy.’ Saying it out loud made something settle inside her. The lying wasn’t going to be easy but if it put that kind of smile on his face then it was worth it.
‘Well done. That’s a great start. Any chance we could meet a bit earlier? I’ve been asked to do an extra shift at the charity shop because someone has phoned in sick and Saturday is a busy day for them.’
Ros looked at the dog dragging her along. ‘I don’t think I can. I’m having to walk my dad’s dog because he’s got trouble with his back. My dad, not the dog.’
Cameron laughed. ‘I guessed that. Okay, how about we meet at a different café, one that’s dog-friendly? Do you know the coffee house on London Road?’
‘Yes, I’m not far from there.’ And at the speed Gazza is going I’ll be there in ten minutes, she thought.
‘Great. I’ll see you there in, say, fifteen minutes?’
It seemed like a good solution.
Ros took back that thought as she entered the little café. It was clearly a whole new experience for Gazza and one he was ill-equipped to handle. Being in an unfamiliar place where everyone was eating and there were new friends to meet under every table, Gazza wanted to meet them all immediately. He darted about until he’d tied himself and Ros to a table, a chair and a lady’s walking frame. A kind waitress was clearing a table nearby and came to Ros’s rescue.
‘Here you go,’ she said, leading Gazza away with a small treat and untangling his lead with the other hand. ‘What can I get you?’
‘Coconut latte with an extra shot please,’ replied Ros.
The waitress attached the dog’s lead to a loop on the solid-looking table before fussing Gazza who lapped up the attention. ‘And what can I get for this little cutie?’ she asked.
‘Oh, he only drinks water,’ replied Ros.
The waitress laughed. ‘We have a doggy menu if he fancied anything to eat.’ She pointed at a board.
Ros was wrong-footed so scanned it quickly. ‘He likes sausage.’
‘One hot diggity dog and a coconut latte extra shot coming right up.’ The waitress left them and Gazza gazed adoringly after her. Ros hoped she wouldn’t be long because she doubted that Gazza would behave himself for more than a moment.
The door opened and in came Cameron. Lots of furry faces all checked him out including a bearded man by the window. As he approached the table Gazza started to bark. ‘Hiya,’ said Cameron, kissing Ros on the cheek, which took her by surprise. She wasn’t the sort of greeter who kissed people. She mourned the dying tradition of shaking hands. ‘Oh would you look at you,’ said Cameron, dropping to his knees to greet Gazza. He stopped barking and wagged his tail so hard Ros feared he might strain it. ‘He’s gorgeous. What’s his name?’
She stopped her automatic need to apologise or explain and opted simply for the facts. ‘It’s Gazza.’
‘Cool name for a cool doggo,’ said Cameron.
Doggo? Ros let it go.
‘Hang on.’ Cameron had a huge grin on his face when he looked up at her. ‘Does this mean your dad and his dog have rhyming names? Barry and Gary. Imagine that – names that are very similar,’ he teased.
‘I hate to disappoint you but he’s not a Gary. Gazza was some footballer when my dad was younger. And this dog loves a ball.’ Gazza’s face spun in her direction at the word. There was another one they’d have to spell out.
‘Ahh okay. I’ll let him off.’ Cameron’s voice changed as he addressed the dog. ‘Who’s a good boy? You’re a good boy. Yes, you are. Gazza’s a good boy.’
‘I’ve ordered. Sorry, I didn’t know what you wanted to drink,’ she said, interrupting the particularly one-sided conversation. Although to be fair Gazza did seem transfixed by Cameron’s every word.
‘I’m a large Americano with hot milk.’
