Chapter Eleven #2
Izzy frowned. ‘A what, darling?’
‘A shridge.’
I couldn’t help smiling. ‘You’ve got all the letters right, Bella, you just need to make it into one word.
Ashridge. It’s a special place I took Aunty Emma to, not long ago.
’ Not long ago? It seemed like a lifetime.
I went on, ‘The book’s got some lovely pictures of the house and grounds, to remind her of our visit.
And it tells you all about the people who used to live there, which is fascinating. I think so, anyway.’
Emma took the book from Bella as if it was a live cobra, put it straight down on the floor and studied the back of Emily’s neck. ‘Thanks, I’m sure I’ll be duly fascinated.’ She sounded anything but. ‘Bella, can you bring Uncle Mark’s present from under the tree?’
Bella was a willing go-between. As she gave me the present, she beamed at me and whispered, ‘It’s your favourite smell.’
It was. Armani, Eau Pour Homme. With a tag that said simply ‘To Mark, from Emma’; no love, no kisses, nothing.
Was it that that made me see red, or was it the fact she’d been so lacking in imagination?
I managed to mutter ‘Thank you, very useful’ and turned my attention to handing out my other presents.
Shortly afterwards, however, when she left the room, I followed her.
I stood at the door of the kitchen, watching her pour the champagne and trying not to think what might have been.
If Churchill didn’t exist, I would have won her round after Forbury Manor, I was sure.
And right now I would have taken her in my arms, laughed off her uninspired Christmas present and urged her to come back with me to Donwell Abbey for the evening, if not the night . . .
But Churchill did exist. And she wanted him, not me.
Still, things couldn’t go on as they were. I took a deep breath. ‘Emma.’
She whirled round, knocking a half-filled flute to the floor. Champagne and fragments of glass went everywhere. She looked as though she was going to burst into tears, then collected herself.
‘That one was yours,’ she said coldly, and went to fetch a floor mop and bucket from the nearby utility room. In a matter of seconds, she was sweeping the damp mop across the tiles with an air of vicious satisfaction.
I stayed out of her way, folding my arms and leaning against the door jamb to observe her with as much detachment as I could muster.
‘Maybe I’d better not have anything alcoholic,’ I said, in a casual tone. ‘God knows, I should have learnt my lesson about the evils of drink by now.’
She looked up, her face pale with anger. ‘Is that why you came in here? To taunt me about — about that?’
Incredible, it was as if she still couldn’t bring herself to say that we’d slept together!
I struggled to keep my temper in check. ‘No, I came to tell you to make an effort, keep up the appearance that everything’s normal in front of our family.
It’s Christmas, remember? At least let the children enjoy their day instead of involving them in whatever little games you’re playing with me. ’
She paused within a yard of me and gave a supercilious smile. ‘Don’t be ridiculous, I only asked Bella to give you your present.’
‘She’s a bright kid, they all are, they could tell there were — undercurrents.’
‘How could they, when there weren’t any? At least, not on my side.’
‘Don’t talk such crap, you wouldn’t even look at me.’
Her eyes flashed. ‘Oh, I forgot, I’m supposed to fall down on my knees and gaze at you adoringly, aren’t I?
I should be so grateful that Highbury’s very own Sex God condescended to knock me off!
Just a pity it wasn’t more memorable. But, of course, I have that charming book to remind me of how it all started.
You know, when you brought me home from Ashridge and behaved so unprofessionally.
Such a thoughtful present from such a thoughtful man. ’
I lost the struggle with my temper, but managed to keep my voice deceptively quiet.
‘Ah well, it was a toss-up between that and a framed transcript of the proceedings at Forbury Manor, for you to hang on your bedroom wall. Shame you can’t remember much about it, because your task focus was rather impressive for once — something you’d be well advised to transfer to the workplace.
What did you say again? “I need you to undo my dress” and “Kiss me”.
Oh, and then there was “Don’t stop, not now”. ’
I knew I was totally out of order, but it just didn’t seem to matter any more. I went on, ‘And let’s see if I can recall the grand finale, when you actually begged me to—’
She slapped my face, hard. We glared at each other in silence while I rubbed my smarting cheek.
‘I’m sorry.’ It was out before I realised I’d said it. I didn’t even know if I meant it. Part of me would never willingly cause her pain; but another part of me wanted to provoke her into some sort of physical retaliation, which was precisely what I’d got. So why didn’t I feel good about it?
‘Emma, I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have said any of those things.
’ This time I meant it. And, God help me, I wanted her more than ever.
I reached out and cupped her face with my hand, letting my thumb caress the corner of her mouth.
It was exactly the wrong thing to do. She wrenched herself from my grasp and ran into the utility room, sending the mop flying.
I’d taken no more than a couple of steps after her when the doorbell rang. Cursing, I went to get rid of whoever it was, resolving to come straight back and sort things out with her. As soon as I opened the front door, however, I knew it wouldn’t be that simple. It was Kate, laden with presents.
She greeted me with a kiss. ‘Merry Christmas, Mark. Are you having lunch, or can we stop by for a while?’
‘Of course you can,’ I heard myself say, lamely.
I stood to one side while she came in, followed by her husband and, of course, her grinning stepson.
I gritted my teeth and shook their hands — Tom’s warmly, Churchill’s as briefly as possible — then showed them into the drawing room, fully intending to leave them to it and slip back to the kitchen.
But James was wearing the Doctor Who Cyberman mask I’d brought for him and clamouring to show me what a realistic noise it made.
No sooner had I given him the horrified reaction he expected, than Harry wanted me to help him set up his Simpsons Game of Life.
When I next looked around, Emma still hadn’t returned and there was no sign of Churchill.
My lip curled. They were probably locked in a passionate embrace in the kitchen.
It was too much to hope that he’d impaled himself on the mop in the process.
I let out a long breath, pasted a smile on my face and played the role of doting uncle to perfection.
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~~EMMA~~
I stared out of the utility room window; seeing nothing, trying to hold on to my fragile composure, remembering with intense shame the wave of longing that had flooded through me at his touch.
I’d felt my eyes start to close, my lips part, my body sway towards him — all just moments after he’d humiliated me by repeating things I couldn’t possibly have said.
No. Deep down, I knew I’d said those things.
And more . . .
Then, unbelievably, a few minutes later he was behind me, his arms round my waist, his breath ruffling my hair.
I dug him violently in the stomach with my elbow. ‘Get off me, you bastard!’
He gave a loud groan and backed off. ‘Em, what the hell was that for?’
Flynn! I spun round and blurted out, ‘Sorry, I thought you were Mark.’
‘Do you normally have to fight him off like that?’ he said, with a frown.
I forced a laugh. ‘Of course not, it’s just because it’s Christmas.’
‘Thank God. And at least you weren’t encouraging him, unlike some people I could mention. The man’s insufferable enough as it is.’
‘Oh, don’t I know it — he treats me as though I’m still in nappies.’
He gave me an appraising look and raised one eyebrow.
‘In that dress it’s fairly obvious you’re not wearing a nappy.
In fact, Miss Woodhouse, it’s debatable whether you’re wearing any underwear at all — and Highbury is well and truly shocked!
’ He grinned. ‘Anyway, there’s me just wanting to wish you Merry Christmas and getting almost crippled for it. Shall we try again?’
He pulled me to him and kissed me on both cheeks. ‘That’s better.’ He paused, then winked at me. ‘And how are things with the lovely Harriet?’
‘Look,’ I said, with an exasperated sigh, ‘there’s absolutely nothing between me and Harriet.’
He winked again. ‘That’s exactly how I like to imagine the two of you. Quite a turn-on, believe me, on my lonely nights up in the Lake District for the past couple of weeks.’
‘The lovely Harriet’, ‘quite a turn-on’? Was this empty talk, or an indication of something more serious? I stored these thoughts away in my mind until later, but decided I wasn’t going to let him off the hook for now.
I placed my hands on my hips and scowled at him. ‘You can stop your imagining, period, because it’s simply not true. And why you had to call me a lemo in front of Harriet and those Goths, I’ll never know. You told me you wouldn’t say a word to anyone!’
He put on an injured expression. ‘I was only trying to create a diversion. You’d better let me off, or else you won’t get the really nice present I’ve got you.’
‘I don’t want a really nice present.’ My lips tightened. ‘And I need to see to the lunch, otherwise it’ll be ruined. You can make yourself useful and take that tray of drinks into the drawing room. Presumably Kate and Tom are with you?’
‘Yes. We meant to come earlier, but Kate wanted to call on the Bateses first.’
‘I see. And how were they?’