Her One and Only

by Penny Jordan

  After they had finished, still laughing, Samantha confided to her twin, ‘I’ve bought her the cutest outfits.’

  ‘Mmm... Well, I may as well warn you that if it isn’t Barbie doll pink then Francesca won’t even look at it.’

  ‘No... How can you doubt me?’ Samantha responded, grinning at her. ‘She’ll love it.’

  ‘Samantha...’ Bobbie warned warily. ‘What...’

  ‘I’ve even got her the matching sparkling pink shoes and...strictly for dressing up, of course,’ she assured her stern-faced twin.

  ‘...and for you I made a special trip to Boston. I’ve got you the sexiest Donna Karan number you’ve ever seen. It dips right down at the back so that... Not that you’ll be able to wear it until after the new baby arrives—but still that won’t be long now!’

  ‘You have...where...show me...’ Bobbie demanded excitedly.

  The pair of them were still giggling over the clothes-strewn spare room when Luke arrived home over an hour later.

  ‘Auntie Sam brought me pink shoes,’ Francesca informed him proudly.

  Laughing Samantha shook her head as she kissed her brother-in-law.

  ‘Guess what I’ve brought you...’

  ‘I don’t think I dare,’ Luke drawled, looking past her to where his wife, all pink-cheeked and bright-eyed, was holding up in front of her a dress that Luke could immediately see would cause a total uproar if she ever wore it in public. Bobbie looked like a little girl clutching on to a much-wanted toy and he already knew there was no way anyone was going to prise it away from her.

  ‘So what have you brought for Luke?’ Bobbie asked her twin absently an hour later as they all sat down together for their meal.

  Grinning at her brother-in-law, Samantha told him, ‘It’s a golf club, a new one, I don’t believe you can get it over here yet.’

  ‘Not an “iron overlord,”’ Luke breathed hopefully.

  ‘The very same,’ Samantha confirmed, laughing as he got up and came round the table to hug her and then demand, ‘Where is it? I...’

  ‘Not until after you have finished your meal, Luke.’ Bobbie mock frowned at him.

  By nine o’clock Samantha was ready to concede that her long flight had caught up with her.

  ‘If you’re really sure you don’t mind if I go to bed...?’

  ‘Of course we don’t mind,’ Bobbie reassured her.

  * * *

  ‘WHAT’S WRONG?’ LUKE asked Bobbie an hour later as he handed her the mug of chocolate he had just made her.

  ‘I don’t know...it’s just...Sam’s up to something...’

  ‘Like what?’

  ‘I don’t know and there’s no point in my asking, she’d just clam up on me, but something’s going on...’

  ‘Twin telepathy?’ Luke teased.

  ‘Something’s bothering her, Luke, she’s put her guard up to prevent me finding out about it but I know it’s there... I wish she could find her special someone... She so desperately wants children...’

  ‘Mmm...now that I did notice.’

  ‘Well, at least I’ve got lots of things planned to entertain her whilst she’s here...’

  ‘Mmm...I’m afraid there’s a slight problem on that score,’ Luke told his wife quietly.

  Bobbie looked questioningly at him.

  ‘Luke...’ she began.

  ‘Yes, I know we agreed that I would take time off to look after Francesca so that you would be free to spend time with Sam, but...’

  ‘But what...’

  ‘The Dillinger case comes up for trial next week and I’m going to be in court.’

  ‘Oh, Luke, no...’ Bobbie wailed.

  ‘Bobbie, I’m sorry, but you know the way things are.’

  She did, of course she did, Luke was a barrister and if one of his cases came to court then he had to be there.

  ‘Sam’s here for several weeks and with any luck the case should be over in two,’ Luke comforted her.

  ‘Well, I just hope that Sam understands,’ Bobbie told him.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  ‘I REALLY AM SORRY, SAM,’ Bobbie apologised to her sister, ‘but there’s nothing that Luke can do.’

  They had just finished eating breakfast and Bobbie had explained to her twin that she wasn’t going to be as free to devote her time to her as she had hoped.

  To her relief Samantha seemed completely unfazed by her news.

  ‘Don’t worry about it,’ she told her sunnily. ‘Besides,’ she added, her voice and eyes softening, ‘you and the coming baby mean far more to me than socialising and treats. As a matter of fact, James has actually offered his services as an escort should I need one.’

  With a shaky smile Bobbie reached out to cover her twin’s hand with her own. ‘I am feeling more tired with this baby, and both my doctor and Luke have insisted that I ought to rest,’ she admitted, her face brightening as she added, ‘But at least you’ll have James to take you about.’

  James and Samantha had always got on well together.

  ‘Well, hopefully Luke’s case should be over in a fortnight and...’

  ‘Mmm...well, that should be long enough.’

  Samantha bit her lip as she realised she had spoken her thoughts out loud.

  ‘For what?’ Bobbie asked her curiously. ‘I...’

  ‘Oh, nothing... I just meant that a fortnight should be long enough for the case to be concluded,’ Samantha fibbed airily, quickly redirecting Bobbie’s attention by asking her, ‘How’s Fran doing at school now? You were concerned that she wasn’t being stretched enough.’

  ‘Mmm... I was, but Luke says that she is only four and he doesn’t want her being pushed too hard and that he’d rather she exercised her own curiosity naturally.’

  ‘Well, he does have a point. Look at the way the pair of us ran wild whenever we went to Gramps, and it certainly didn’t do us any harm.’

  ‘No, I suppose not.

  ‘Olivia’s invited us over for lunch today.’

  ‘Has she? How are she and Caspar?’ Samantha asked affectionately and within several minutes the sisters were deeply immersed in a detailed update of what was happening within the Haslewich and Chester branches of the Crighton family.

  ‘It’s a pity that Grandma Ruth can’t be here right now,’ Bobbie commented.

  ‘Mmm... I was looking forward to seeing her and Gramps,’ Samantha admitted. ‘But I can understand why she felt she had to go to Pembrokeshire. How is Ann?’

  Ann Crighton, Hugh Crighton’s wife, had been involved in an accident which had resulted in her being hospitalised for several weeks.

  ‘Well, she’s at home now and the doctors have confirmed that she will make a full recovery, but Hugh’s terrified that she’s going to try to do too much. She’s been forbidden to climb any stairs or to do anything more than walk very slowly and gently until the damage to her back heals properly.’

  ‘It’s frightening to realise just how much damage even the slightest car accident can cause.’ Samantha gave a small shiver. ‘According to what Gran has told Mom, it was just a simple shunt and the car which hit Ann’s was hardly moving at all.’

  ‘Yes, I know,’ Bobbie agreed soberly. ‘It certainly made me feel very wary about taking Francesca out anywhere in the car for weeks afterwards and I can understand, too, why Hugh asked Grandma Ruth for her help in keeping Ann occupied whilst she’s recovering.’

  ‘They’re such a lovely couple and although Gran never says so, I suspect that she secretly prefers Hugh to Ben, even though Ben’s her full blood brother and Hugh only a half.’

  ‘Mmm...but then just because there’s a full blood relationship between siblings, it doesn’t necessarily mean that they are going to like one another.’

  This was said so
gravely that Samantha gave her twin a quick look before teasing, ‘And what conclusions am I supposed to draw from that, sister dear?’

  Bobbie looked at her, her face relaxing into a smile.

  ‘Don’t worry, I’m not trying to say I don’t like you...hate you sometimes, maybe...’ she teased back and then, shaking her head, she confided, ‘No...it’s not us...but...’

  ‘But what?’ Samantha encouraged when she fell silent.

  ‘Well, you know how it can be with families sometimes...brothers and sisters, siblings...just don’t always get on...’

  ‘Sibling rivalry... Well, we’ve certainly had our fair share of that in the Crighton family. I mean, if you want a classic example just look at Jon and Jenny’s family. Louise and Katie positively loathed Max at one time, and...’

  ‘Yes, yes, I know what you’re saying but it isn’t...’ Bobbie stopped again and then started to trace an abstract pattern on the wooden kitchen table with her fingertip.

  ‘It’s Fran and the new baby,’ she admitted huskily after several seconds. ‘I think she’s starting to get a little bit jealous—even before he or she is born.’

  She looked so upset.

  ‘But surely, Bobbie, that’s only natural,’ Samantha defended her niece immediately. ‘She’s bound to feel a little bit jealous,’ Samantha told her twin robustly. ‘Everything will be all right, though.’

  ‘Yes, I know you’re right,’ she agreed, adding gently, ‘You will make such a wonderful mother, Sam.’

  Although Samantha laughed, a little later on whilst her twin was on the telephone to Olivia confirming the arrangements for their visit, she couldn’t help feeling a small stab of envy. Here was her sister, her twin, talking about having her second baby whilst she didn’t even have the means of having her first yet. But, with a bit of luck, she soon would have, she comforted herself.

  Everything she had heard and seen of James during the drive back from the airport yesterday had confirmed the decision she had already made. There was no doubt about it. He was perfect father material. Add to that the fact that she genuinely liked him and enjoyed his company, the way she could so easily see the two of them meshing together and becoming a very happy and contented couple, and suddenly Samantha was very impatient to see him again and to put her plan fully into motion. Okay, so she hadn’t fallen in love with him but love, after all, came in very many disguises.

  There was nothing morally wrong in what she was planning and if she had not been able to see in James’s eyes how very easily he could be encouraged to fall in love with her she would not in any way have contemplated going ahead with her plans.

  She had made up her mind—it was time to put to one side her dreams of meeting her perfect other half. She might not be headily in love with James in the same way that her twin had been, still was, with his brother Luke, but she liked him and enjoyed his company, he was just so relaxing and pleasant to be with she just couldn’t imagine anyone not finding him so, other than Rosemary. Heavens, but she had never seen anyone cause such an intense and explosive reaction in him. He really did dislike the girl. Poor Rosemary.

  ‘We’d better make a move,’ Bobbie warned Samantha when she had finished her telephone call.

  ‘It’s gone ten now and we’ll have to be back by two so that I can pick Francesca up on time.’

  ‘Will Olivia and Caspar have any more children, do you think?’ Samantha asked Bobbie conversationally half an hour later as Bobbie drove towards Haslewich.

  ‘I don’t know. She works full-time now as you know and she and Uncle Jon keep on talking about taking on a new partner, but although neither of them will admit it, the main thing that’s holding them both back from doing so is the fact that since its inception the partnership has always only been family members. There’s a good crop of young Crightons growing up now who might one day want to qualify as solicitors and join the business, but right now...Tullah, Saul’s wife, works part-time with them two days.’

  ‘Can’t they take someone on as an assistant rather than a full partner?’ Samantha queried.

  ‘Well, they could and that’s exactly what Max has been urging his father to do. It’s looking increasingly as though Jack will opt to train as a solicitor and join the business but that’s still several years away and at the moment they are so busy that Jenny’s complaining that she hardly ever sees Jon.’

  ‘What about Joss, has he any plans for his future?’ Samantha asked her twin.

  Joss, Jon and Jenny’s younger son, was hotly tipped in the family to become their leading light in the legal world and Samantha knew that Bobbie had a very soft spot for the teenager, who had been the first member of the Crighton family she had met on her first visit to Haslewich.

  ‘At least a dozen.’ Bobbie grinned. ‘He’s gorgeous, Sam...such a very special person, so special in fact that it’s hard sometimes to remember not to overlook Jack.’

  ‘Mmm... I wonder what happened to Jack’s father David. Does Jack ever talk about him?’

  David Crighton, Jon’s twin brother, was Jack and Olivia’s father and whilst recuperating from a heart attack he had simply walked out of the lives of his family and made little attempt to get in touch with them since.

  Olivia, Samantha knew, had no real wish for her father to make a reappearance in their lives. Before his disappearance she and Jon had discovered that he had been fraudulently helping himself to money from one of their client’s accounts. It was only thanks to Ruth’s intervention that the whole unpleasant matter had been resolved without a scandal and Samantha knew from Olivia’s own comments that she had never really forgiven her father for what he had done.

  Her mother, who had divorced David in his absence, was now remarried and living in the south of England. Olivia had never been close to either of her parents and Jack had, of his own free will, chosen to live with his aunt and uncle rather than with his mother.

  ‘So, you don’t think that Olivia will have any more children, then,’ Samantha repeated.

  ‘I think she’d like to and I know that Caspar would—his work allows him to have more time to spend with them than Livvy’s does but, to be honest, I suspect it’s rather a sensitive issue between them at the moment. They were due to go on holiday this year to visit Caspar’s family in the States, but it had to be cancelled because Livvy is just so busy.

  ‘Haslewich has become rather a mini boom town. The extended motorway system has meant that several international industries have moved into the area and, of course, that means extra jobs, which means increased property development. Property prices have risen and on the outskirts of the town they’re currently just about to open one of these specialised shopping villages, all designer outlets and very, very smart.

  ‘Not that that was without problems—you ask James. He’s just won a very involved case for one of his clients against one of the contractors on the development.’

  ‘I can’t imagine James prosecuting. He always seems so gentle and compassionate. Although...’

  ‘Although what?’ Bobbie questioned interestedly as she slowed down for the motorway exit to Haslewich.

  ‘Well, we called on his parents on the way back from the airport and there was a girl there—Rosemary. I’ve never seen James react so antagonistically to anyone...mind you, her attitude towards him was extremely...’

  ‘...provocative?’ Bobbie suggested.

  Samantha looked at her. ‘Aggressive, I was about to say... Do you know her, Bobbie?’

  ‘I’ve met her. She was visiting Luke and James’s parents last Christmas and I had gone to see them with Francesca. Francesca wasn’t very well and Rosemary was absolutely sweet with her. She’s just recently qualified as a doctor, you know, and Pat was telling me that she is hoping to specialise in the area of paediatrics within the surgery complex. She certainly has a wonderful way with children.’
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  ‘You liked her, then,’ Samantha stated.

  ‘Well...yes, I did, but I know what you mean about her and James, they certainly strike sparks off one another. Apparently she spent several months living with Henry and Pat whilst she was a teenager. Her parents were working abroad at the time, Luke wasn’t living at home then, but James was, and the two of them just didn’t hit it off together.’

  ‘Mmm... Oh, isn’t this the most beautiful scenery,’ Samantha enthused as she glanced out of the car window to look appreciatively at the gently rolling Cheshire countryside.

  ‘Very,’ Bobbie agreed.

  ‘It’s so peaceful,’ Samantha stressed.

  Bobbie laughed. ‘It might be now, wait until you get to Livvy’s!’

  Olivia and Caspar’s home was outside the town of Haslewich, a pretty, long low collection of buildings surrounded by a large garden and fields.

  As Bobbie brought the car to a halt on the driveway, Olivia was opening the front door and coming hurrying to meet them.

  Slim and energetic, her bobbed hair gleamed in the sunshine and a swift smile curled her mouth as she welcomed them.

  ‘Bobbie... Sam...’ She hugged each of them in turn and then gestured towards the house.

  ‘I thought we’d have lunch in the garden, it’s such a lovely day. I nearly had to cancel,’ Olivia confessed as she led the way through the house to the doors which opened out onto the pretty brick patio.

  ‘I was due in court with one of my clients last week and the case was put back originally until today, but the case currently being heard is still ongoing—fortunately.’

  ‘Do you do much court work?’ Samantha asked Olivia as they settled themselves in comfortable chairs and Olivia poured them all some coffee.

  ‘An awful lot. I didn’t used to but increasingly these days, yes. I’m afraid that it’s becoming rather a bone of contention between me and Caspar, primarily because it means I can’t always structure my working life to fit in with his.’

  ‘Mmm...and I guess you daren’t hire another live-in nanny just in case she runs off with another of your sexy cousins,’ Bobbie said teasingly.