Can You Keep a Secret?(28)
Author: Sophie Kinsella

‘Hi Katie!’ I manage. ‘What is it?’

As soon as I say her name, Jack Harper looks up again, a riveted expression on his face.

I do not like the look of that riveted expression.

What did I tell him about Katie? What? My mind spools furiously back. What did I say? What did I—

I feel an internal lurch. Oh God.

‘… we have this secret code where she comes in and says, "Can I go through some numbers with you, Emma?" and it really means "Shall we nip out to Starbucks …"’

I told him our skiving code.

I stare desperately at Katie’s eager face, trying somehow to convey the message to her.

Do not say it. Do not say you want to go over some numbers with me.

But she’s completely oblivious.

‘I just … erm …’ She clears her throat in a businesslike way and glances selfconsciously at Jack Harper. ‘Could I possibly go over some numbers with you, Emma?’

Fuck.

My face floods with colour. My whole body is prickling.

‘You know,’ I say, in a bright, artificial voice, ‘I’m not sure that’ll be possible today.’

Katie stares at me in surprise.

‘But I have to … I really need you to go over some numbers with me.’ She nods in excitement.

‘I’m quite tied up here with my work, Katie!’ I force a smile, simultaneously trying to telegraph ‘Shut up!’

‘It won’t take long! Just quickly.’

‘I really don’t think so.’

Katie is practically hopping from foot to foot.

‘But Emma, they’re very … important numbers. I really need to … to tell you about them …’

‘Emma.’ At Jack Harper’s voice I jump as though I’ve been stung. He leans towards me confidentially. ‘Maybe you should go over the numbers.’

I stare back at him for a few moments, unable to speak, blood pounding in my ears.

‘Right,’ I manage after a long pause. ‘OK. I’ll do that.’

SEVEN

As I walk along the street with Katie, half of me is numb with horror, and half almost wants to burst into hysterical laughter. Everyone else is in the office, trying as hard as they can to impress Jack Harper. And here I am, strolling off nonchalantly under his nose for a cappuccino.

‘I’m sorry I interrupted you,’ says Katie brightly, as we push our way through the doors of Starbucks. ‘With Jack Harper there and everything. I had no idea he’d be just sitting there! But you know, I was really subtle,’ she adds reassuringly. ‘He’ll never know what we’re up to.’

‘I’m sure you’re right,’ I manage. ‘He’ll never guess in a million years.’

‘Are you OK, Emma?’ Katie looks at me curiously.

‘I’m fine!’ I say with a kind of shrill hilarity. ‘I’m absolutely fine! So … why the emergency summit?’

‘I had to tell you. Two cappuccinos, please.’ Katie beams at me excitedly. ‘You won’t believe it!’

‘What is it?’

‘I’ve got a date. I met a new guy!’

‘No!’ I say, staring at her. ‘Really? That was quick.’

‘Yes, it happened yesterday, just like you said! I deliberately walked further than usual in my lunch hour, and I found this really nice place where they were serving lunch. And there was this nice man in the line next to me — and he struck up a conversation with me. Then we shared a table and chatted some more … and I was just leaving, when he said did I fancy having a drink some time?’ She takes the cappuccinos with a beam. ‘So we’re going out this evening.’

‘That’s fantastic!’ I say in delight. ‘So come on, what’s he like?’

‘He’s lovely. He’s called Phillip! He’s got these lovely twinkly eyes, and he’s really charming and polite, and he’s got a great sense of humour …’

‘He sounds amazing!’

‘I know. I have a really good feeling about him.’ Katie’s face glows as we sit down. ‘I really do. He just seems different. And I know this sounds really stupid, Emma …’ she hesitates. ‘But I feel you somehow brought him to me.’

‘Me?’ I gape at her.

‘You gave me the confidence to speak to him.’

‘But all I said was—’

‘You said you knew I’d meet someone. You had faith in me. And I did!’ Her eyes begin to shine. ‘I’m sorry,’ she whispers, and dabs her eyes with a napkin. ‘I’m just a bit overcome.’

‘Oh Katie.’

‘I just really think my life is going to turn around. I think everything’s going to get better. And it’s all down to you, Emma!’

‘Really, Katie,’ I say awkwardly. ‘It was nothing.’

‘It wasn’t nothing!’ she gulps. ‘And I wanted to do something for you in return.’ She rummages in her bag and pulls out a large piece of orange crochet. ‘So I made you this last night.’ She looks at me expectantly. ‘It’s a headscarf.’

For a few moments, I can’t move. A crochet headscarf.

‘Katie,’ I manage at last, turning it over in my fingers. ‘Really, you … you shouldn’t have!’

‘I wanted to! To say thank you.’ She looks at me earnestly. ‘Especially after you lost that crochet belt I made for you for Christmas.’