built-up shoes?â
âNo,â he says.
âYou liar.â I chuckle before growing serious again.
âIâm glad youâre taking this so well.â Paul touches my arm. âI thought you might be upset.â
âIâm fine,â I say, my voice sounding harsh. âI donât mind you having a girlfriend. Please donât worry about me.â
âBut I do. Itâs hard to stop worrying about someone when you used to be married to them.â
âDonât I know it.â
âStill friends?â he says.
âIâm not sure.â
The smug expression on Paulâs face is replaced by consternation.
âWhat do you mean? Youâve just made out that youâre cool with the situation. I donât see that this changes anything between us.â
âWhat about your girlfriend? What would she think of us keeping in touch?â
âShe isnât the jealous type.â
âI donât think itâs a good idea,â I say, trying to make the break between us, something Iâve wanted, but have been too much of a coward to do in the past, knowing that if I did, Iâd be devastated. However, cutting all ties, although intensely painful, seems to be the only way for me to move forward in my life. I canât bear the thought of keeping seeing him, knowing heâs with someone else. âI wouldnât appreciate my boyfriend texting and phoning and dropping by to see his ex-wife all the time. Itâs quite a test for a new relationship.â
âActually, it isnât that new,â he confesses. âWeâve been dating for a while now.â
âAnd you never said, even though weâre supposed to be such friends?â Iâm angry now, resentful towards him for not mentioning his love interest before, and pretty furious with myself for letting it get to me. I turn away and start heading along the corridor.
âWhere are you going?âPaul says, following.
âClaireâs waiting.â
âIâll see you around then,â he calls after me.
âGoodbye,â I call back.
âWhat did he want?â Claire says when I catch up with her in reception. âHey, are you okay?â
âI will be,â I say, biting back tears. I tell her about the girlfriend.
âIâm so sorry.â Claire offers me a tissue. âThe bastard.â
âIt was bound to happen, but I didnât think it would affect me like this. I wish I could say I donât care what heâs doing and with whom, but I canât.â
âYou donât want him back, do you?â Claire groans.
âNo. No way, but I still have feelings for him.â I blow my nose loudly. âI guess I always will.â
âThatâs because you will insist on this âletâs stay matesâ business.â
âIâve told him I donât want to be friends any more.â
âOh well done.â Claire pats my shoulder. âIf thereâs any time when youâre tempted to change your mind about that, call me and Iâll set you back on the right track.â
âThank you.â
âYouâre bound to have moments of weakness. What you need is something, or rather some one special to help you move on, somebody to have fun with.â
âThatâs easier said than done, but if Paulâs managed it, why shouldnât I?â
âExactly,â Claire agrees, and we walk along the seafront in the sticky, salt-laden breeze that blows from the sea, and climb the steps to the top of the cliff. At the Talymouth Arms, we stop for drinks.
âWho is she then?â Claire asks, her curiosity piqued. âWhatâs she like?â
âI didnât ask.â I pay for a Diet Coke and a lime and soda at the bar and follow her past a couple of tables of evening drinkers towards the rear of the pub, which has dark oak beams across the ceiling and seafaring art on the