Why?’
‘I don’t think she’s very nice.’ Laine concentrated on refolding some swimming shorts.
His lips twitched. ‘Now, that,’ He said solemnly, ‘might depend on your point of view. And I’m sure Dan has no complaints.’
There was a stone lodged in her chest. ‘Is he going to marry her?’
He burst out laughing. ‘Good God, no. Our Daniel is definitely not the marrying kind. I can’t see him ever allowing a wife to cramp his style. And this holiday is all strictly casual.’
He studied her for a moment. ‘One day you’ll have boyfriends of your own, Lainie, and then you’ll understand that not all relationships need to be serious.’
He walked over to her and hugged her. ‘Congratulations on getting into Randalls, by the way. It’s just what you need, and you’ll do well there. Things are looking up for you, scrap.’
Were they? Laine wondered as she trailed along the landing. Then why did she feel that the sunlit day had suddenly become dull and full of clouds?
She decided not to go downstairs again, but sought her own bedroom instead, curling up on her favourite window seat and leaning her forehead listlessly against the glass panes.
She kept seeing the way that girl’s hand had touched Daniel’s arm, the pink-tipped fingers stroking his tanned skin. How her body had seemed to curve into his, as if they were part of each other.
There’d been sex education at her school, and she wasn’t sure what she’d hated most—her form teacher’s brisk resumé of the physical facts, or the sniggering crudities exchanged in the playground by her classmates.
Suddenly she felt unhappily that those few awkward moments in the hall had taught her far more about what happened between a man and a woman—and that it was a lesson she could have well done without.
And, although she did not realise it until much later, that revelation marked the end of her childhood.
Not the marrying kind…Nine years further on, Simon’s prophetic words seemed to resound in her brain, and she shook her head impatiently, trying to block them out.
It was time she stopped tormenting herself like this, she thought. What point was there in going back to the past, when it was the present and the future that were going to cause her the real problems?
She stood, looking around the kitchen as if she’d never seen it before.
It was incredibly neat, and immaculately clean, with none of the cheerful clutter that a keen cook might accumulate. The only other change she noticed was the addition of a state-of-the-art coffee machine, which Daniel clearly must save for dinner party use, because she’d only rated a mug of instant.
Oh, get over yourself, she adjured herself impatiently, her mouth twisting.
You’re hungry. That’s what’s the matter with you, my girl. Your metabolism’s low, and your spirits are down to match.
You can get through this—but not by turning a drama into a tragedy.
You need to play it cool from now on. Make it clear that now you’ve recovered from the initial surprise of seeing him you can deal with it in a civilised way.
And that you are grown up.
Because none of it matters any more. It can’t be allowed to matter, if you’re to retain your grip on your sanity. And if you make too big a fuss you could give him the impression that you still care.
She shivered, her hands balling into fists at her side.
She said aloud, ‘Nothing lasts for ever, and this—situation, too, will pass.
It’s just a temporary thing.’
And maybe Jamie’s advice was sound, for once, and a small gesture of reconciliation was called for. So—she would prepare a meal for them both.
At the same time she wanted to prove to him, even in a small way, that she was not the lightweight he seemed to imagine, and that her time on the boat had not been a pleasure cruise, but hard graft.
If nothing else, at least she might gain a modicum of respect.
There was little enough in the freezer, but she retrieved a pack of
‘I don’t think she’s very nice.’ Laine concentrated on refolding some swimming shorts.
His lips twitched. ‘Now, that,’ He said solemnly, ‘might depend on your point of view. And I’m sure Dan has no complaints.’
There was a stone lodged in her chest. ‘Is he going to marry her?’
He burst out laughing. ‘Good God, no. Our Daniel is definitely not the marrying kind. I can’t see him ever allowing a wife to cramp his style. And this holiday is all strictly casual.’
He studied her for a moment. ‘One day you’ll have boyfriends of your own, Lainie, and then you’ll understand that not all relationships need to be serious.’
He walked over to her and hugged her. ‘Congratulations on getting into Randalls, by the way. It’s just what you need, and you’ll do well there. Things are looking up for you, scrap.’
Were they? Laine wondered as she trailed along the landing. Then why did she feel that the sunlit day had suddenly become dull and full of clouds?
She decided not to go downstairs again, but sought her own bedroom instead, curling up on her favourite window seat and leaning her forehead listlessly against the glass panes.
She kept seeing the way that girl’s hand had touched Daniel’s arm, the pink-tipped fingers stroking his tanned skin. How her body had seemed to curve into his, as if they were part of each other.
There’d been sex education at her school, and she wasn’t sure what she’d hated most—her form teacher’s brisk resumé of the physical facts, or the sniggering crudities exchanged in the playground by her classmates.
Suddenly she felt unhappily that those few awkward moments in the hall had taught her far more about what happened between a man and a woman—and that it was a lesson she could have well done without.
And, although she did not realise it until much later, that revelation marked the end of her childhood.
Not the marrying kind…Nine years further on, Simon’s prophetic words seemed to resound in her brain, and she shook her head impatiently, trying to block them out.
It was time she stopped tormenting herself like this, she thought. What point was there in going back to the past, when it was the present and the future that were going to cause her the real problems?
She stood, looking around the kitchen as if she’d never seen it before.
It was incredibly neat, and immaculately clean, with none of the cheerful clutter that a keen cook might accumulate. The only other change she noticed was the addition of a state-of-the-art coffee machine, which Daniel clearly must save for dinner party use, because she’d only rated a mug of instant.
Oh, get over yourself, she adjured herself impatiently, her mouth twisting.
You’re hungry. That’s what’s the matter with you, my girl. Your metabolism’s low, and your spirits are down to match.
You can get through this—but not by turning a drama into a tragedy.
You need to play it cool from now on. Make it clear that now you’ve recovered from the initial surprise of seeing him you can deal with it in a civilised way.
And that you are grown up.
Because none of it matters any more. It can’t be allowed to matter, if you’re to retain your grip on your sanity. And if you make too big a fuss you could give him the impression that you still care.
She shivered, her hands balling into fists at her side.
She said aloud, ‘Nothing lasts for ever, and this—situation, too, will pass.
It’s just a temporary thing.’
And maybe Jamie’s advice was sound, for once, and a small gesture of reconciliation was called for. So—she would prepare a meal for them both.
At the same time she wanted to prove to him, even in a small way, that she was not the lightweight he seemed to imagine, and that her time on the boat had not been a pleasure cruise, but hard graft.
If nothing else, at least she might gain a modicum of respect.
There was little enough in the freezer, but she retrieved a pack of
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