Mad About You

by Mhairi McFarlane

She could feel a big fat “but” coming. Coming in the air this morning, as Jon’s hero Phil Collins almost had it.

“Er, Cal was there too,” Sam said. “For a bit . . .” “Oh, were you . . . ?” Harriet trailed off. She met Cal’s heavy gaze from under his brow. Oh. Fuck. No. What? WHAT? This was the bastard of myth and legend, made flesh? CAL was the runaway groom?!

Yeah, well, there it is. My feeling on reading it was Who the fuck are you to her, and how dare you. Nothing else. I’ve made myself look worlds worse, haven’t I?”

“Sleeping with your landlord the night before you move out. It’s one way to get your deposit back,”

wondered if we might be in one of those situations where I’m madly in love with you and you’re at least slightly in love with me, and neither of us are saying so, in case the other isn’t. I know you didn’t say ‘I’m in love with you, Cal’ in your message, but it felt like it might be there in the subtext. I’m going to break the deadlock and go first. Harriet, I’m in love with you.”