As seven o'clock drew nearer Dan glanced at the clock and immediately told himself to stop, as it wasn't helping Tina's nerves. She was hunched over by the sideboard, inspecting some plates, but her mind was clearly elsewhere. He walked over to her and took her arm. "How are you feeling?"
"Um, OK," she said unconvincingly, brushing back a strand of hair. "I just thought I would have heard from her by now. She said she was going straight home and then she'd call to let me know."
"She's probably taking an age getting ready. You'll have to get used to that when you start dating more women." She smiled weakly at his joke.
"I just had this hunch today, you know, that she was starting to get cold feet. I can't blame her, I would have too if it weren't for you. Who does she have to support her? No-one." Tina walked over to the sink, out of Dan's sight, and rubbed her face with her bare arm. She gestured down at herself. "God, what am I doing dressed like this?"
She had chosen her favourite little black dress, which had become her favourite when she was slightly littler. Her curves showed clearly through the contours of the fabric, especially round her hips and stomach, and the neckline barely contained her sizeable cleavage. It was obvious she had squeezed into it, but that hardly mattered to Dan. In all the time he had known her she had never dressed down, never apologised for her figure, only accentuated it. That was what had caught his eye the first time he saw her, and when he spoke to her and realised that she had the confidence to match her dress sense, that sealed the deal.
She'd told him very clearly that she wanted to make an effort for Kelly, not throw on a T-shirt and jeans and open the door to her like they were going to have coffee together. This occasion deserved something special, and she had certainly delivered. Dan stood behind her and gently turned her round. "You look sensational," he assured her.
"
You
do," she replied childishly, fiddling with his shirt buttons. "You guys are so lucky. Twenty minutes and you look good enough to eat."
"Well, like I said, maybe she wants to look good enough to eat too."
"Yeah, maybe." Tina sat down at the table, crossing her legs to one side and revealing a tempting expanse of thigh. Hoping that his theory was right, Dan sat down opposite her and pushed a wine glass across.
"Have a little. Just a little, mind you." Tina took a long swig and breathed out sharply, rubbing her hand across her lips. She stared at the glass in her fingertips, clearly wanting more but erring on the side of caution.
"So what are you planning to do exactly, when she does get here?"
Tina shrugged. "Have some fun, I guess. If I can remember how to do that." It was a strange passive-aggressive response, but it only served to underline how worried she was getting. That feeling started to rub off on Dan as the minutes dragged past with no word from Kelly. He looked over at his wife, at her eyes staring into the depths of her glass and her pinched little mouth, and felt sad: sad at the wasted effort from both of them, but more particularly sad for the courage she had shown, with no reward.
Finally at twenty past seven, he stood up and walked over to the kitchen window, staring out idly. "I'm sorry I gave you the wrong advice," he said, looking back at Tina. "I really thought it would work out."
She rested her head in one arm, staring down the length of the table. "No, don't be sorry," she said in a tired voice, as though all her nervous energy had suddenly drained out of her. "It was worth a try."
He walked back to the table, and reached out to place a hand on her neck. The sudden buzz of the doorbell stopped him in his tracks.
Tina whipped round and stared up at him, her face alight with newfound hope and fear. Dan glanced through the kitchen door, down the hallway; but he wasn't going to see anything from here, and he didn't want to give their caller a chance to get away. "Come on," he said firmly, taking Tina by the wrist. "Let's go meet your new admirer, shall we?" She trembled as she stood up, a smile of joy and terror shooting across her face. She stood ramrod still, only moving when he eased her forwards by the elbow.
He reached the front door and she stood cautiously behind him, almost as though they were about to ambush an intruder. It was with that same sense of trepidation that he reached out and turned the door handle, praying that the view that greeted them was the right one.
Slowly the door opened, and there was the intimidating figure that had dominated their hopes and dreams for weeks. She was standing awkwardly on the doorstep, her long jet-black hair cascading down one side of her face, a bag hanging at her waist. She was clad in a flimsy white tank top and a short pink skirt, like she was going out to a barbecue. She looked as endearingly dainty as ever.
"Hi," smiled Kelly, giving a shy little wave. She looked from one to the other, the pair of them staring at her like she was a dangerous weapon. "Is it safe to come in?"