by Lucy Gordon
‘Right,’ he agreed, not seeing the trap she’d opened up at his feet.
‘And that’s what really matters, isn’t it?’ she challenged him. ‘Control.’
‘Sometimes it’s important to be in control of things. In fact, it’s always important.’
‘Just things? Or people. Why did your wife really leave you?’
He flashed her a look of pure hatred. ‘I guess I didn’t pay enough,’ he snapped.
Before she could answer he walked out of the room and slammed the door.
Evie was left silently cursing herself.
I had no right to say that about his wife. She sighed. Why do I keep losing my temper? Now I’ll have to find him and apologise. Oh, hell! Why don’t I grow up?
Hearing him outside the door, she braced herself for the worst, but his manner, when he entered, was quieter.
‘Shall we start again?’ he asked mildly.
‘That would be a good idea. Please forget that last question. I had no right-’
‘It’s over,’ he said hastily. ‘Besides, all the worst you think of me is probably true, and you’d be the first person to say so if you hadn’t decided it was wiser to be tactful.’
She let out a long breath at his insight. ‘Touché,’ she said at last.
He gave her an ironic look. ‘It’s good for my pride if I win the odd point or two.’
‘I don’t think the worst of you,’ she said. ‘I think you’re just floundering.’
‘That’s true. I don’t know what to say to Mark, what to do for him. We don’t speak the same language. What you say about moving house may be right, but I meant it for the best.’
‘I wish I could help-’ she sighed ‘-but I’m not even going to be here much longer. I leave when term’s over. But I’ll stay in touch with Mark, if you like, from anywhere in the world.’
‘I’d appreciate that.’
‘Now I’ll go up and see him, because I promised.’
‘Thank you. Then I’ll take you home.’
‘There’s no need. I can call a cab.’
‘Miss Wharton, I will take you home,’ he said firmly.
He came upstairs with her and they stopped outside Mark’s door. Evie raised her hand to knock, then thought better of it and opened the door a crack.
‘I’m awake,’ came Mark’s voice at once.
Laughing, she slipped inside and went to sit on the bed, giving him a hug.
‘I’m going now,’ she said. ‘I just came to say goodnight. And thank you for the pictures. I’ll give you back the memory stick at school.’
‘You will be there?’
‘For a bit longer.’ She kissed his cheek. ‘Bye!’
He flung his arms about her neck. ‘Bye!’
Then he saw his father standing in the doorway and removed his arms.
‘Hallo, Dad,’ he said politely.
‘I’m going to drive Miss Wharton home, son.’
‘Goodnight.’
If only he would smile at his father, Evie thought. Or at least stop being so woodenly polite. But Mark didn’t say another word as she and Justin left the room.
Downstairs, Justin stopped for a word with Lily before leading Evie out to his car.
‘Where to?’
She gave him her address and he swung out on to the road. As he drove he said, ‘I’m sorry about your ruined evening with your boyfriend.’
‘I’ll call him when I get in.’
‘What will you tell him?’
‘The truth. What else?’
‘Might he not misunderstand?’
‘He won’t, as long as I stick to the facts.’
‘Are you one of those terrifyingly honest people who always tell the truth about everything?’
She laughed. ‘No, I’m not as bad as that. And honesty really has nothing to do with it. It’s just that lies have a habit of backfiring on you. I learned that when I was ten.’
In the darkness of the car she just sensed him grinning.
‘I learned a lot earlier than that,’ he said.
‘I even think that honesty can sometimes be an over-rated virtue.’
‘Heresy!’
‘No, just that sometimes you have to choose between honesty and kindness, and kindness is usually better. My home is just up ahead, in that apartment block.’
‘How do you manage with the motorbike?’
‘I park it in the basement garage. If you drop me on the kerb here-’
‘Actually, I was hoping to come in and talk to you for a while.’
Before she could answer her mobile phone rang.
‘I guess that’s Andrew,’ Justin said. ‘You might still save your evening with him. OK, I’ll drop you here. Goodnight.’
It wasn’t the moment she would have chosen for Andrew to call, but she had no choice but to get out of the car. Justin closed the door behind her and sped away into the darkness, leaving her to answer the phone call, which turned out to be a wrong number.
Evie looked for Mark at school on the following Monday, but there was no sign of him, and Debra said that his father had called to say he had a cold and would be off for a few days.
She’d brought the memory stick in to return to him, but now she wrote him a little note saying that the pictures were lovely, and including her email address and sent the whole thing off in a package.
The following evening his reply was waiting on her computer, with some attached pictures of the puppies. She thanked him, and they settled into an amiable gossip that lasted for the next few days until she wrote at last:
If I don’t see you before I go, I promise to email you from all over the place. I’m off to my seaside cottage now. I’ll send you some pics of it, taken with my digital camera. If you can work yours I’m sure I can learn to work mine.
She had briefly considered calling at the house to see him, but decided against it. She was leaving soon, and it wasn’t kind to encourage Mark to cling to her.
She wondered if Justin would ask her to visit the child, but there was no word from him. Obviously he reckoned that she had outlived her usefulness.
Grumpy but curious, she looked him up on the Internet and what she found there confirmed what Lily had said. Justin Dane took over-people, firms, the world. Starting with nothing fifteen years earlier, he had created an empire out of hard work, genius and ruthlessness.
Before that fifteen years there were gaps in the information. Reading between the lines, all carefully worded to avoid the libel laws, Evie picked up an impression of a wild man, coldly indifferent to the feelings of others, who might even have done a spell in jail.
‘A nasty piece of work,’ she mused. ‘Perhaps it’s just as well I won’t come into contact with him again.’
CHAPTER FOUR
O N THE last day of term the pupils were due to leave immediately after lunch. Evie skipped lunch and prepared to go quickly. She had a long journey ahead.
‘Making your escape?’ Debra said, looking in while she was clearing up her things.
‘It’s not exactly an escape.’
‘That’s all you know. The Head is talking about kidnapping you and locking you up in a cupboard until next term.’
Evie laughed. ‘Then I’d better make a run for it.’
‘Is this from the kids?’ Debra indicated a large card with many signatures scrawled on it.
‘Yes, isn’t it sweet of them?’
‘I don’t see Mark’s name. He didn’t manage to get back in time then?’
‘No, and I’m sorry not to have the chance to say goodbye to him. On the other hand, he might have come to rely on me too much, so maybe it’s best as it is. I just wish I didn’t have this niggly feeling that I’ve let him down.’
‘You haven’t. You did all you could. Now, forget about this place and have a great summer. Are you going anywhere nice?’
‘A little seaside cottage for a few weeks.’
‘Lovely. With Andrew?’
‘He’ll join me in a day or two, but it�
�s a bit iffy at the moment. He’s very fed up with me and I don’t blame him.’
‘Never mind. Once you’ve got him down there you’ll bring him round-moonlight on the sea, romantic atmosphere. He won’t stand a chance.’
‘I hope not.’
Now that she was on the verge of losing Andrew, Evie found herself remembering how sweet-tempered and kind he was, and what a fool she would be to let him go. But all would be well. He would join her, they would spend quality time together, and all their troubles would be forgotten.
What she hadn’t told Debra was that she was clearing her things out of the cottage for the last time. It had belonged to an elderly great-uncle, who had recently died and left it to her. But he had also left a mountain of debts and the cottage had to be sold to pay them.
It was time to remove the possessions she’d left there over the years, and she had rented a van to take them. When she’d finished her goodbyes, she went out to where it was parked in the school yard.
It was a relief to head out of noisy, crowded London and south to Cornwall, and Penzance. The sun shone, the countryside soon enveloped her, and her spirits rose.
She had a three hundred mile trip and it was late at night as the van bumped and shuddered down the track to the place where the cottage stood close to the sea.
It was an old-fashioned building, the ground floor taken up by one large room. At one end was a tiny kitchen and at the other end a staircase rose directly to the upper floor.
Her body ached from sitting in one position for so long, and she walked up and down, stretching and rotating her shoulders until she felt human again. After preparing a quick snack she decided to go to bed at once. The house was a little chilly and would be more cheerful in the morning.
Or perhaps it would be more cheerful when Andrew arrived. Of course he was coming, she assured herself. He’d left a question mark over his arrival, but that was because he was annoyed about her cavalier treatment. It couldn’t end like this, and if it did it was Justin Dane’s fault for making her stand him up.
Her mind resisted the idea that it was Mark’s fault. That vulnerable boy carried enough burdens already without her piling more on him. Perhaps she’d already done so, by leaving without a proper goodbye. She wasn’t sure what else she could have done, but the thought troubled her.
She thought about the way she’d fought with Justin. She hadn’t meant to fight him, but there didn’t seem any other way to communicate with this man. At least he listened while she was insulting him, even if only out of surprise.
If he’d had any decency he’d have come to the school and invited her home to say goodbye to Mark. But it clearly hadn’t occurred to him to consider his son’s feelings.
She must have been lonelier for Andrew than she realised, because she was suddenly swept by despondency. It would be better in the morning, she promised herself. On that thought she fell asleep.
Next day she went into the village and bought groceries. On her return she started spring-cleaning so that the cottage should be at its best for potential buyers. By keeping busy she could ignore the fact that the telephone didn’t ring and there was no sign of Andrew.
She made sandwiches and ate them sitting outside, watching the sunset again, feeling suddenly very much alone.
But then she heard it. The sound of a car horn followed by crunching as wheels came down the gravel track.
Andrew! she thought, delighted.
She was surprised too, because it was not his way to arrive without calling first, but obviously his feelings had carried him away. In a moment she’d jumped up and raced around the cottage to where a car had just drawn up. Then she saw that the driver was not Andrew.
‘You!’ she cried, aghast, as Justin Dane climbed out. ‘What on earth-?’
Her voice faded as she saw Mark emerging too, smiling when he saw her. She smiled back and made her voice sound pleased as she greeted him.
‘We were in the area and thought we’d look you up,’ Justin said.
‘You just happened to be in this remote part of the world?’ She couldn’t keep the scepticism out of her voice.
‘Well-it’s a little more complicated than that,’ he said, sounding as though he were choosing his words carefully.
‘Let’s go inside and you can tell me how complicated it is,’ she said, trying to sound agreeable, although inwardly she was cross.
Once before he’d spoiled things for her and Andrew. Now he was going to do it again.
Mark darted away around the side of the house, calling, ‘Hey, look how close we are to the sea!’
‘I know what you’re thinking,’ Justin said.
‘I wonder if you do,’ she mused wryly.
‘I shouldn’t have just come here without warning, I know.’
‘Mark has my email address. You could have used it.’
‘But you might have said no.’
She threw up her hands in despair.
‘In that case, you were probably right not to take the risk,’ she said with ironic appreciation of his methods.
‘I did it for Mark. He was upset at not seeing you again. We came to the school yesterday; you’d already gone. In fact, I’m in Mark’s bad books because he wanted to go sooner and I promised to get home early from work, but I got held up and then-’
‘So it was your fault that you missed me,’ she said, amused despite herself.
‘Yes, and then the caretaker told me you’d left in a van, but didn’t know where.’
‘Otherwise you’d have come chasing after me like we were in some Grand Prix.’
‘Mark was upset. And may I remind you who it was told me that I should listen more to him?’
‘Oh, very clever!’ But what could she say? It was true. ‘So how did you know how to find me?’
‘You told Mark you had a cottage by the sea.’
‘I didn’t tell him where.’
‘Well, I just-’ reading wrath in her eyes again he became deliberately vague ‘-I just asked around.’
‘Where?’ she asked implacably.
‘I went to your flat. One of the neighbours was very helpful-’
‘You mean you had me investigated like a criminal?’
‘I had to find out where you were.’
They glared, each baffled to find the other so unreasonable. Justin wondered why she couldn’t understand that he’d done whatever was necessary to get what he wanted. That was what he always did, and it seemed simple enough to him.
To Evie it was also simple. She disliked being treated like prey to be hunted down for his convenience. But she wouldn’t say so while Mark might be within earshot. The real quarrel could wait until later.
‘Dad,’ Mark called, reappearing around the side of the building. ‘It’s a wonderful place. Is it really yours?’ This was to Evie.
‘Sort of,’ she said. ‘Come in and have something to eat.’
But Justin said, ‘It’s getting late. Mark’s tired and needs to go to bed soon, so I guess we’ll find a hotel, if you’ll tell us where the nearest one is.’
It was a direct challenge, and thoroughly unscrupulous.
‘You know I won’t turn you out at this hour,’ she said.
He gave her a smile that was suddenly charming.
‘But you can’t just put us up without warning. I don’t suppose you have the room, and I don’t want to inconvenience you-’
‘That is not true,’ she said, speaking lightly but with a glitter in her eyes that gave him fair warning. ‘You do not care if you inconvenience me. You don’t care about anything as long as you get your own way. Now shut up and get in there before I stamp hard on your feet.’
The smile changed into a grin. He’d won again.
Mark was also grinning, Evie was glad to notice. For his sake she forgave his father everything.
Well, almost everything.
From the amount of luggage he hauled into the cottage it was clear that he’d come prepared to stay for a while. But i
t would just be until Andrew arrived, and not a moment longer.
‘It’s not what you’re used to,’ she warned. ‘No luxury. Just basic.’
‘You wouldn’t be trying to put me off?’ he said, regarding her ironically.
‘Would I do that?’
Again he gave that grin. This was Justin Dane in holiday mood. The grin was surprisingly attractive with a blazing quality that could lift a woman’s spirits unless she was on her guard against him. Which she was.
Mark dashed in and looked around at the large downstairs room with its big open fireplace.
‘It’s great!’ he enthused. ‘Just like a picture book.’
‘I didn’t think modern boys read that sort of picture book,’ she said.
‘Not now,’ he agreed, ‘but when I was a kid.’ He looked round and found something else to please him. ‘No central heating,’ he said ecstatically.
‘That’s a plus?’ Justin queried.
‘Radiators would have spoiled it,’ Mark explained.
‘That’s what Uncle Joe used to say.’ Evie chuckled. ‘He said he didn’t want to spoil the place with a lot of “new-fangled rubbish”. We used to put electric fires on in winter.’
‘If there’s somewhere to lay our heads,’ Justin said, ‘that’s all we ask.’
‘You can have the guest room. It’s got two single beds.’
She’d just finished cleaning the room. Now she found linen and dumped it on the beds.
‘It won’t take you long to make them up,’ she said, smiling at Justin. ‘Mark, why don’t we leave your father to it, while you and I go into the kitchen and we’ll see what there is for supper?’
She departed, throwing a challenging look over her shoulder. He regarded her with his eyebrows raised, but did not seem disconcerted.
When they were in the kitchen Evie muttered to Mark, ‘What is your father playing at?’
Mark’s shrug was eloquent. ‘Dad sets his heart on something and he has to have it. He promised me I could talk to you again.’
‘Even if it means chasing me halfway across the country and missing a whole day’s work?’
Mark gave a snort of delighted laughter.
‘Actually he won’t be missing that much,’ he said. ‘He’s brought his laptop computer. He can send and read emails at any hour. And he’s got his mobile phone so that all his calls won’t go on to your phone-’
