Do You Know Indigo?

Chapter Eleven

"Would you like a drink before we leave Kieran?" Ross asked, going through to the kitchen. 

"No, I'm fine thank you." He was still staring at me. The chills kept coming, like bullets. I went through to my bedroom, the only place he wouldn't be allowed into without my say so. I adjusted my hair into a messy pony tail and then sprayed myself with perfume.

Calm down Evans. He's only a boy; a boy you want nothing to do with. 

"Come and see my card collection Kieran, I nearly have the whole of the Scottish football team. Not to brag but some guys in my year at school would kill for a collection like this." I could picture Jackson yanking on Kieran's arm impatiently. Knowing Kieran, he would have obliged my brother's every whim.

"We don't have time Jack we have to get to the restaurant; we've made reservations for six thirty. Ross, dear, have you called a taxi yet?" Mum's was pacing the flat in her best heels. I could tell by the noise they were making.

"Yes Vanessa they'll be here any minute," Ross called, from the kitchen before trudging in his polished shoes into the hall.

"Well come on then, let's go down and meet the taxi," Mum said, ordering us all out. I pulled on a little black cardigan to keep me warm. The sleeve slipped over my red cast and camouflaged it into nonexistence.

"Chris, come on or we'll leave without you!" Mum shouted. Checking for any emergency texts from Beth I chucked down my phone; no point in taking it with no credit on it.

Deciding I was fit to be seen I dashed out of my room and ran straight into something solid.

"Sorry, I didn't see you there," I gasped, peering up into his calm indigo eyes. Somehow standing so close to him made me feel safer than the door between us had. My hands rested on his chest, framing his tie.

"Glad I could catch you," he breathed gently, my face an apparent puzzle. I removed myself from his space, clearing my throat and headed for the door. I paused. I could at least be courteous for the duration of the evening.

"Are you coming?" I was half way out the door but from there I could feel the relief roll from him. He strode confidently out past me before stopping to wait for me to lock up. His fingers briefly touched my waist as we scollided within the small patch of landing. I felt the butterflies awaken within me. This was not the time to get hormonal.

The restaurant was posh; it appeared my assumptions have been correct. We were shown to a table and handed a selection of menus.  I sat opposite Kieran and every so often we'd catch each other's eyes, unsure whether to be happy we had. This was not detaching myself from the situation.

"So Kieran what do your parents do?" Ross asked after we'd ordered. I groaned. Kieran was only to happy to oblidge.

"I'm fostered and my foster father, Vince, works in law and life insurance." Kieran smirked. Was that a joke? "He's away most of the time to places like America, Australia, and France and so on," Kieran replied, sitting quite comfortably in the midst of my nosy family.

"Do you have any brothers or sisters?" Mum continued, sipping her glass of wine. Indigo didn't have brothers and sisters. Indigo had minions.

"I have several foster brothers and sisters actually. There's Sophia who is my twin and is getting along well with Chris's friends as I understand it. Sophia and I were both adopted, our parents died a while ago you could say." Kieran paused to allow Mum and Ross to smother him with condolences. "Then there's Mack," he continued, "who Vince adopted about nine years ago in Inverness."

"Nine years ago? How old is Vince?" Mum almost demanded. I fiddled with my shirt, trying to distract myself from the trauma of my mother

"He's forty, so he wasn't exactly my age when he adopted Mack," Kieran argued.