Ah. That explained it. Sam blamed Leon for leaving the gate open.
Leon finally switched to face Sam. ‘I grew up on a cattle farm. I’m aware of the dangers of open gates as well as dogs running loose. I hadn’t even realised there was a back gate.’
‘Oh, I’m sure Sam didn’t mean to imply it was you,’ I gabbled.
‘Worth making sure,’ Sam said, before we all fell into an uncomfortable silence.
Sam took a long swig of his beer. ‘So, grew up on a farm. Tell us something else about yourself, Leon. Married? Girlfriend? Boyfriend?’
I turned to him in surprise. Sam had already asked me that. He might not have bothered listening to my answer at the time, but that didn’t explain why he was bothered enough to ask again. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was jealous.
Leon looked back to me and said, ‘No. I’m very single.’
‘Really?’ Sam drained his bottle. ‘Happily single, or looking for someone?’
Leon leant back against the table, adjusting his stance as if amused rather than intimidated by this interrogation. ‘Happily single. Not looking for someone, but hopeful that I might have found her.’
It was then that I realised how in changing position, he had moved to align himself nearer to me.
What the hell is going on here?
I glanced back at Sam, mentally pleading with him to stop being a jerk and start acting like Sam again. Before the conversation could get even more awkward, from somewhere out of sight came the announcement: ‘Ladies, gentlemen and most of all, Ollie Tennyson! You are about to witness the greatest show in Bigley, if not the universe! Scream, shout, stomp your feet and shake your booties as we welcome to the stage the awesome, the awe-inspiring… FREA-K THREE-K!’
And while Yasmin, Trev and Jaxx hooted and hollered, and Irene stuck two fingers in her mouth and produced an ear-splitting whistle as the rest of us offered a decorous clap, Kyle, Kyron and Kylo launched themselves over the back hedge and onto the dance floor.
Once the first dance was over, and the guests were calling for an encore, I sidled around to where I’d just spotted Sam slipping into the kitchen.
‘Sam, wait,’ I hissed, causing him to stop in the far doorway and turn to face me. After an awkward moment where I waited for him to speak, I carried on. ‘What was that about with Leon?’
‘What do you mean?’
Okay, I’d had two cocktails and a glass of Prosecco but I wasn’t imagining things. ‘You were rude to him.’
‘Just making small talk.’
‘While I’ve clearly done something to spoil our friendship, like – I don’t know – saying I don’t want to engage in some casual fling with you, that doesn’t make it okay to act like a caveman in front of every man who talks to me.’
‘Talks to you? He was practically drooling. If I’d not intervened you’d have had no chance at sticking to your man-free plan.’
‘I think I could have held him off for a couple more hours,’ I snapped, tears pricking at the backs of my eyes.
‘What?’ Sam frowned.
‘This is the last item on the Dream List. As of midnight I can date, kiss, do whatever I like with whoever I like.’
There was a stony silence. Sam was completely still.
‘And he’s the person you’ve been waiting for?’
‘What’s it to you if he is?’
Sam rolled his eyes. I felt a giant urge to kick him in the shin. ‘He’s a sleaze. That comment about how he’s hoping he’s already found someone, five minutes after he’s met you.’ He shook his head in contempt. ‘I can promise you he’s not interested in the kind of relationship you’ve been dreaming of.’
‘Well, I’m so pleased you were here to work that out in the two minutes you stood there and glowered at him!’ I said, grateful that the Frea-K Three-K were building to a loud enough crescendo that no one would hear me on the brink of yelling. ‘Equally, how wonderful that you seem to know the exact kind of relationship I want. Please, do enlighten me.’
‘You said yourself that you’re not looking for anything casual.’ Sam’s voice had grown quieter now, his eyes boring into mine.
‘Maybe I changed my mind,’ I flung back at him, my own words softening in line with his. ‘Maybe I just didn’t want anything casual with you.’
Sam jerked back as though I’d slapped him. He froze there for a long second, before regaining his composure. ‘Okay, well, I’m sorry for interfering. I was trying to be a good friend. Trying to protect you from a lecherous creep who you’ll be stuck living next door to once you’ve realised he’s nowhere near good enough for you.’