In Bed with Her Ex

by Lucy Gordon

  Rosa shrugged. ‘You’re right. I did want to move back when Mum was still with us, but that’s all changed now. Have you been up to our old house recently?’

  Mari shook her head before replying in a low voice. ‘Not for a couple of years. It hurt too much. Oh—I know it needs work. The house details made that quite clear, but we could restore it together. Just the two of us. It would be great.’

  ‘No. It would not be great.’ Rosa shook her head, then lifted her arms and let them fall down. ‘This is a total disaster, Mari! I cannot believe that you didn’t ask me before you bought that old wreck of a house, expecting us to live in it. It’s a shambles, and I certainly don’t want it.’

  ‘How can you say that? That was our home!’

  ‘No, Mari. It’s a house that used to be our home.’ Rosa looked around and waved her good wrist. ‘This is my home—at least for another few weeks! And then I’m leaving to start a new life and new future. And it is not in Swanhaven.’

  Then her voice softened as she flicked Mari’s hair behind her ear. ‘Oh, sis. What have you done? Was this for me? Yes? Oh, Mari, I love you, you know that, and you are my one and only sister, but I don’t need a baby sitter any more. I’m looking forward, Mari, not back. It hurts me to think that you can’t do the same.’

  ‘What? Have you not been listening? We could make this house work, we could make it like our home used to be …’ Mari started to form the words to tell her all about her wonderful plans for buying their old home back and that Rosa did not have to move to London at all.

  Rosa could stay here. And be with her and live the life … she had imagined for them both.

  And suddenly the selfishness and stupidity of that idea jumped up and bit Mari hard on the ankle. There was no work in Swanhaven. Rosa was right. There was nothing for Rosa here but more of the same things that she had been doing with her life so far. She’d thought that her sister was happy and fulfilled here, and she’d been wrong.

  Staying here would mean that Rosa might never find another way to fulfil her own dreams and potential. And that was just too sad to think about.

  Rosa was able to find happiness living somewhere else. Living her passion.

  Mari swallowed down tears and blinked hard to cover up her distress. ‘Well, it looks like I have to get used to the fact that my baby sister is all grown-up with ideas of her own. It’s come as a bit of a shock.’

  Her reward was a one-armed hug and a kiss on the top of her head. ‘I’ll leave you to work out what you’re going to do with this house you’ve just bought,’ Rosa said, then laughed out loud. ‘Marigold Chance is back in town. That has to be worth celebrating. See you later.’

  Mari managed a small wave in the vague direction of her sister’s back. ‘Later.’

  Perhaps coming back to Swanhaven for the Valentine Day party had not been such a good idea after all. She could hardly wait to find out what more wonderful news the rest of the day would bring.

  The pale winter afternoon sunshine was trying to break through the clouds as Mari strolled down the narrow cobbled street towards the harbour and the yacht club.

  The annual Valentine party had always been a special time in Swanhaven and, judging by the street banners, bunting and displays in the shop windows, this year was going to be no exception.

  It was almost like old times, Mari thought as she turned the corner from the yacht club onto the quay. Then suddenly stopped, mesmerised by what she was looking at.

  An old wooden sailing ship was moored in the harbour. It was a single-masted traditional brig with a lovely wooden hull and decking, which must have docked that morning. She could have looked at the stately and gorgeous ship all day, like many of the locals on the quayside who had gathered around to admire the brig.

  But that was not the only cause of her fascination.

  Mari stared in amazement at the man who was kneeling on the deck of the ship, holding a thick rope in one hand and showing a teenager how to form a special knot with the free end of the rope. The boy was gazing in rapt attention at the complicated knot that Ethan was showing him for a second time, and looked so much like Kit at that age that Mari’s heart contracted.

  But it was not Kit. It was a boy in a bright yellow life jacket who was so intent on twisting the rope into this special knot against a piece of rigging that when he had finished and stood back, it was Ethan who laughed out loud and broke the tension.

  ‘You must have been practising, Peter. My arms are getting tired just holding on! Ready to test it yet?’

  His question was met with enthusiastic nodding from the boy, who stretched out far enough to tug hard on the rope several times to make sure that it was firmly attached. ‘All done, Captain,’ he said with a jaunty salute to Ethan, who sat back on his heels to salute back.

  ‘Well done, first mate. Stand at ease.’

  Ethan was back on his feet in seconds, but not before he had slapped the boy firmly on the back and given him a warm hug across his shoulders.

  But it was Ethan’s face that Mari was focusing on.

  And what she saw on that smiling, happy face hit her squarely on the jaw and sent her spinning. The intense pleasure, the happiness, his own delight in bringing such joy to the child, was reflected in that open-mouthed grin for all to see.

  Ethan would make a wonderful father.

  How had she not seen it before?

  He wanted to show his own children how to tie ropes on a ship and how to sail. And he wanted it so badly it hurt her just to see it on his face and know that he had no idea how open and totally exposed that need was for all to see—or was she the only one to see it?

  Any child with a father like Ethan would be a very lucky child indeed.

  What a shame that he would never have the chance to settle down and be a father with the life he led.

  Well, she would know about that.

  Over the years she had often thought about having children of her own, but she had always kept that dream carefully locked away inside a stout box labeled: Later. When I’m back living in Swanhaven in my old home. That’s when my life will start and I can be happy. That is when I can think about children and a family of my own. And maybe even a husband to go with them.

  And in a flash the true impact of those ideas jumped up and slapped her firmly across the back of the head.

  Wake up! She had done it! She had actually done it! She had bought back her home.

  She had signed the paperwork in a daze and knew that it would be days before the legal documents were ready to be processed and money had to be transferred, but this was it.

  Telling Rosa was one thing. But seeing Ethan working with this young man? The true impact of what she had done—no, what they had done, hit home and hit her hard.

  Suddenly everything was different. She felt as though a huge door to a secret chamber had been opened and all of the dreams and goals she had kept hidden for ten years were suddenly exposed to the light and released from their captivity.

  And a family was one of them.

  She had chosen to put her personal happiness and her dreams of having her own children on hold, and now—now she didn’t have to. She had just bought a huge family house which would be heaven for any child.

  Of course she would be living there on her own, alone on the cliff, trying to create an online business, so meeting men could be a bit of a problem. But she could do it. Couldn’t she?

  Perhaps there was still time for a relationship—she was only twenty-six. She could make an effort if she was ready to change. If she was prepared to take the risk.

  Perhaps that was why she’d always made sure that she was the one who broke up with any man who dated her more than a couple of times, because that way they never had a chance to break up with her. The truth was, she had driven her last long-term boyfriend away because she was not ready to open up her emotions and heart and let him into her life.

  Mari looked up just as a pretty woman in a long woollen coat walked along the jett
y to the brig and the boy practically flew off the deck towards her. They looked so much alike that there could be no doubt at all whose son he was, and the woman wrapped her arms around her son’s shoulder before twisting around to face Ethan.

  ‘How is Peter getting on? Almost ready to go out on his own?’

  ‘Mum!’ Mari heard Peter reply, but it was Ethan who smiled reassuringly. ‘Not there yet. We have a couple more sessions before the main season starts. Right?’

  The teenager just grinned back, his face full of hero worship.

  Well, she couldn’t blame him for that.

  The memory of Ethan’s hands on her body, his mouth on hers, only the evening before, had her heart racing just to look at him.

  As for Ethan? Maybe he was right. Maybe the life of a competitive sailor was too selfish and way too hard for the people they left behind. But surely the good times would make up for the time apart?

  Mari watched Peter and his mother stroll further down the jetty towards a smart little boat with a distinctive red sail. Leaving Ethan alone on the brig.

  Deep breath. Had she really asked him for money? Then cried with happiness all the way back to town in his car? That was so embarrassing. He must think her even more of a fool than he had before.

  So why was it that something in the back of her mind told her that she might kid some of the people some of the time but, when it came to it, she just couldn’t kid herself?

  His kiss last night in the car had been so annoying precisely because it had given her hope that there could be something between them after all of these years.

  But, in the cold light of a February afternoon, the gulf in their choices was only too clear to see.

  He was going back to Florida and a life of sun and sea.

  While she had just bought a house in Swanhaven and she would have to work every hour of every day for years to come just to pay off her debts.

  There was no future in a relationship between them.

  It was time to leave before either of them said or did something that could not be unsaid or undone. Something that would make one of them choose to change their lives. And she was way too scared by the emotional turmoil that had been building up inside her since the moment she’d seen him sail up to the jetty to have any hope of logical thought or rational decision-making.

  He would be here until the end of the week and she had so much to organise with the house before she flew back to California. She simply didn’t have the time for distractions like Ethan Chandler. No time at all. She had things to do. People to see. Some photographs to scan. And only a few more hours to do it.

  In the meantime, nobody had warned her that having her dream finally come true after so long would be so bewildering that she felt giddy just at the thought of everything she had to do and the life ahead of her.

  She needed to talk to Ethan. His father was an architect. He would know the next steps she needed to take to make her new home safe and sound.

  As for Rosa’s little bombshell?

  Her shoulders slumped. He had been right about Rosa.

  So. Time to pull on her big-girl pants and go and eat humble pie.

  She needed Ethan’s help. Again.

  Ethan had just thanked the captain of the brig when he noticed Mari strolling along the jetty towards him. She had changed out of her suit into more casual trousers and fashion boots below a light jacket and smart scarf. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, her laptop bag slung over one shoulder and she looked every bit like the tourist she most surely was.

  Gorgeous, infuriating, stubborn, irrational and absolutely lovely. His palms were sweating and his mouth went dry just at the sight of her.

  He had been quiet in the car on the short journey from Swanchester back to Swanhaven for one simple reason. She had been crying every single second of the way. The intensity of the tension inside the car had been in such contrast to the almost friendly attitude and sense of connection of the previous evening that he almost regretted agreeing to the loan.

  Almost. He had made the right decision—this was what Mari wanted. He knew that. But it didn’t make it any easier when, deep inside, he could not shake off the fear that this girl was setting herself up for a life of lonely isolation with only the ghosts of the past for company. She was going to have to work hard to create a secure future for herself, but she was strong enough to make it happen. Even if she had to pay a high price for living here.

  Perhaps it had been a mistake to offer her the money—but the Mari he was looking at now was not a girl who had lost her centre, but a lovely adult woman who knew what she wanted and was determined to get it, even if it had meant waiting all of these years.

  He admired her for that. And there was the added advantage that they were locked together now by bonds more than the past. He was part of her present and her future. No interest. Just connection. Good enough.

  And at the very least she had stopped crying.

  Smiling to himself and more than a little curious about what she needed, Ethan walked slowly away from the town along the jetty towards his boat and waited for her to catch up.

  ‘Mari, I hope that you’re feeling better now,’ he managed to whisper, and then coughed to cover up how nervous he felt.

  ‘Much. Thank you.’ Mari looked around and nodded towards Peter, who had slipped onto the boat and was practising with his sails as his mother looked on. ‘So he’s one of your students?’ she asked.

  Okay. She was making an effort to break the ice after the crying. The least he could do was go along with it. ‘Peter’s uncle was one of my instructors and when he found out I was in town he asked me if I could help Peter with a few coaching sessions as a personal favour. I wasn’t too keen but actually it’s been great. Peter is a shy boy who doesn’t do well in groups but he has talent. He’ll be fine.’

  He turned back to face Mari and tipped her chin up so that he could see her eyes. ‘And what about you, Mari? Are you fine? You had a busy morning. Buying a huge family house is an exhausting business.’ Are we fine?

  Mari shrugged. ‘It certainly is. I’ve just told Rosa the good news.’

  Ethan nodded and winked. ‘Well, that explains the smile on your face. She must think it’s Christmas morning in her cottage. I suspect elaborate celebrations are now being planned.’

  Mari sucked in a breath to calm her nerves before speaking in a voice which emerged as a long sigh. ‘Not exactly. Rosa and I had a long overdue chat just now and it turns out that she’s planning to leave the town for a new job in London.’

  Mari flashed him a glance when he half snorted in surprise. ‘Yes, I know. Looks like I was wrong.’ She licked her lips and pushed her shoulders back. ‘In fact, it seems that I’ve been wrong about quite a few things. Starting with the fact that she doesn’t want to stay in Swanhaven, and she certainly doesn’t want to live in our old home with me. How about that?’

  Ethan stared into Mari’s face. She was trying to be brave. When the one thing she had been working towards for so long had turned out to be a damp squib instead of a glorious rocket display. She was holding it together better than he had thought possible.

  And his admiration and respect just went up a notch.

  ‘That must be hard when you’ve taken care of Rosa for so long. But I suppose she has to make her own decisions. You should be proud of giving her the courage to want to lead her own life. It won’t be easy.’

  Mari had been playing with the strap on her bag but, as he spoke, she looked up and her face brightened. ‘I hadn’t looked at it like that. Thanks. You’re right. She should lead her own life. And she’ll always be home for the holidays.’

  ‘Absolutely. So you’ll be living there on your own?’ he asked and, when she gave a way too fast nod, he simply smiled. ‘Well, in that case, I’d better ask my dad if he could design you a fine-looking IT studio. Home office, big glass windows overlooking the sea. Oh, yes, that would be something.’

  His reward was a closed-mouth smile. />
  ‘Yes, it would. But perhaps I should start with plumbing and electricity? In fact, do you mind if I pick your brains about the repair work?’

  ‘No problem, but phone calls may be needed.’ He paused and got busy with the rope holding his boat to the jetty. ‘Speaking of which, I’m going to need your bank details to transfer the money. Just drop me an e-mail. That would be fine.’

  Mari stepped closer towards him so that, even on the empty jetty, only he could hear what she said next.

  ‘That’s why I’ve come to apologise, Ethan. I should never have put you in that position this morning. I am sorry. You were more than generous. I thanked you then, but thank you. Really, I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been there. And if you’re still looking for help at your parents’ house I would be happy to get involved. If you want me to.’

  She was looking at him now, almost hopeful.

  And something very close to excitement and happiness hit Ethan hard. This was turning out to be quite a day.

  ‘Well, in that case, we’d better get started, but there’s one slight change of plan. My car is back at the house. I came in by boat.’ And he looked at her and then tipped his head towards the sailing boat bobbing on the water, then back to her again.

  Mari sniffed and crossed her arms. ‘Oh, that is so cruel. You know why I’ve not been on a boat that small for a very long time.’

  Ethan nodded slowly. ‘If you want me to accept your apology you’re going to have to get into that boat. It’ll take ten minutes to get back to the house. Come on, Mari. Let’s get this over with. Look, I will even start the outboard motor. Now that’s some dispensation.’

  Her arms slowly uncrossed and she started to speak, then looked into his boat in silence and bit her lower lip.

  ‘I can’t, Ethan. I just can’t. I can’t get into that boat. I can take a taxi.’

  Mari. He watched her walk as calmly away from him as she could, down the jetty towards the beach and the cliff road, her head down against the wind, shoulders high inside her jacket making her look thin, small and fragile and almost childlike in so many ways.

  Well, that had been a mistake! And he was a fool for even suggesting it.