A Baby for Eve. Maggie Kingsley

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      ‘Eve—’

      ‘I’m sorry,’ she broke in, turning to face him, her expression contrite. ‘I know I’m babbling a load of boring drivel, but the thing is…’ She lifted her shoulders helplessly. ‘We don’t know each other any more, and I don’t know what to say, or talk to you about. I know we were…close…in the past, but—’

      ‘Us meeting again is fast turning into your worst date ever,’ he finished for her, and she coloured.

      ‘Maybe not quite that bad, but we’re practically strangers now, Tom, so why did you ask to see me again—what was the point?’

      Good question, he thought, but how could he tell her that part of him had hoped to find her happily married so he could finally squash the dream that had haunted him for years—that he could somehow go back, change things—while the other part had hoped she was still single so he might be given another chance at happiness.

      She would say he wasn’t making any sense, and maybe he wasn’t. Maybe nobody could—or should—ever try to go back.

      ‘Look, I won’t take offence if you just want to give this up, and go back to your hotel,’ Eve continued.

      If her eyes hadn’t met his when she’d spoken he might have been tempted to accept her suggestion, but, lord, she really was as lovely as he’d remembered, and how could he have forgotten her eyes weren’t simply brown, but had tiny flecks of green in them? Because he’d forced himself to forget, he thought with a sigh, spent so many years trying not to remember, until a year ago, when…

      Don’t go there, his mind warned. It’s better not to go there.

      ‘Tom?’

      She looked awkward and uncomfortable, and he forced a smile.

      ‘Of course I don’t want to go back to the hotel,’ he said. ‘Leastways, not until you’ve pointed out Nick’s house and I’ve thrown a brick through his window.’

      She gave a small choke of laughter. ‘I thought you said you were a mature man now?’

      ‘OK, I’ll see if I can capture some greenfly and let them loose on his roses instead,’ he said, and when she laughed out loud he linked his arm with hers, and began walking again. ‘Eve, I know it’s been a long time since we last met,’ he continued, ‘but it simply means we’ve a lot of catching up to do. And speaking of catching up,’ he added when she said nothing, ‘are you quite sure you don’t know why Nick appears to consider me dog meat?’

      ‘I thought you might know the answer to that,’ she observed, and he shook his head.

      ‘I knew him at school, and met him a couple of times when I went to med school, but he was a few years older than me, and his friends tended to be the more studious type, whereas mine…’ He grinned down at her. ‘Tended to be a little rowdier.’

      ‘I bet they were,’ Eve said dryly.

      ‘How many kids does Nick have?’ Tom asked, and Eve smiled as they reached the end of Harbour Road and turned towards the lighthouse.

      ‘He and Annabel had three of a family. Lucy and Jack, who are twins, and Edward. They’re all doctors.’

      Tom pulled a face. ‘All of them! I don’t think I’d want any kids of mine becoming medics, would you?’

      He’d said the wrong thing. He didn’t know why, or how, but her face had suddenly closed up completely, and he longed to hug her, or say something totally outrageous to bring the smile back onto her face, but no words occurred to him, and as for hugging her… In the past he wouldn’t have thought twice, but even thinking about doing it now made him feel ridiculously awkward, as though it would be too forward which was crazy when he remembered what they’d once meant to one another.

      ‘Odd time of day for a church service,’ he said, deliberately changing the subject as they passed the church and the sound of enthusiastic singing drifted out.

      ‘It’s not a service,’ Eve replied. ‘Reverend Kenner runs a club for the village youngsters on Sunday afternoons. Daniel’s a nice man. A good one, too.’

      ‘Single, is he?’ Tom said, feeling a spurt of something that crazily felt almost like jealousy.

      ‘Daniel’s a widower like Nick, with a seventeen-year-old daughter.’

      And she didn’t look any happier, Tom thought as they walked on to the lighthouse. In fact, she looked even more strained and, in desperation, he pointed out to sea to where the wreck of the seventeenth century Spanish galleon, the Corazón del Oro, had lain for the past four hundred years.

      ‘Remember when we wished we could dive down there, find loads of gold coins, and make our fortune?’

      ‘Except neither of us could swim, so it was a bit of a nonstarter,’ she replied. ‘Still can’t swim, which is a dreadful admission for somebody who lives by the sea. What about you?’

      ‘I had to learn for my work so they sent me on a course and, believe me, being in a class of five-year-olds when you’re twenty-four, and five feet ten inches tall, doesn’t do a lot for your ego.’

      Her lips twitched. ‘You’re making that up.’

      ‘Scout’s honour,’ he protested, and she laughed.

      ‘Tom, you were thrown out of the Scouts for disruptive behaviour when you were thirteen.’

      ‘OK, so maybe I was,’ he said, relieved to see her smile again, ‘but I honestly was stuck in a kids’ class. My boss reckoned it would concentrate my mind wonderfully, and it did. I always wondered why your dad didn’t teach you to swim, what with him being a sailor.’

      ‘He was too busy trying to make a living. My mum wanted me to learn, but you had to pay for lessons, and…’ She shrugged. ‘Money was always tight when I was a kid.’

      ‘Are they still alive—your mum and dad?’ he asked, as they turned and began walking back from the lighthouse.

      She shook her head.

      ‘My dad died of cancer fifteen years ago. Never would give up his cigarettes, though Mum nagged him like crazy about it. My mum died of a heart attack five years ago.’

      ‘I’m sorry,’ he said gently. ‘I know they were apoplectic that summer when we started dating, but I liked them.’

      ‘So did I,’ she murmured, and Tom swore under his breath.

      Hell, but she had that look on her face again. That bleak, almost haunted look as though he had conjured up memories that would have been better left buried.

      ‘Look, why don’t we go down to the beach?’ he said quickly. ‘Have a walk along the sand.’

      ‘I’m not really dressed for it, Tom,’ she replied, pointing down at her shoes. ‘My heels will get stuck.’

      ‘Then take your shoes off,’ he said. ‘Take off your stockings, too, and СКАЧАТЬ