A Father's Pledge. Eleanor Jones

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      She placed her bags on the wood floor and walked through to the small but cozy kitchen. It smelled faintly of food and...paint, that was it. Elsa had mentioned that her husband was an artist. She stepped back into the hallway to study a painting she’d passed on her way in; a man throwing a stick for a yellow dog way out on the shore, and a woman with an abundance of wild, gold-streaked hair walking toward him, waving. The sea and the sky looked so real Kat could almost hear the waves. Something about the scene made her heart fill up. It seemed so full of love and yet sad, too.

      She looked at the signature in the bottom right corner: Bryn Evans. So this was one of his pieces. That must be him, too, playing with the dog...and was that Elsa? The woman’s hair seemed to glint and glimmer as if it was real.

      Smiling, Kat went back and carried her bags to the kitchen and started to unpack them.

      Kat spent the morning trying to make the cottage her own by putting up a few pictures and carefully positioning the bright cushions she’d bought online on the well-used leather sofa. She arranged flowers in all the downstairs windows and made up her bed, too, with her pretty new sheets and duvet, and filled the fridge and cupboards with the items she’d bought in the village shop.

      With a satisfied sigh, she cut a large piece of the freshly baked cake Alice had given her and sat down at the kitchen table feeling as if she was finally home.

      She’d asked for the day off to move in to her new home, but she’d scheduled a sea-therapy course in the early evening. She hoped to run it right here on the shore. Only three children would participate, which was a bonus: Ben, Tammy and Millie, a withdrawn ten-year-old girl who would be attending her first sea session.

      After lunch, Kat intended to wander along the shoreline in search of interesting items to inspire and captivate the children, particularly Ben. At least when he’d tried to several days ago, he’d laughed and shown some emotion other than the sulky attitude he so often adopted. And he’d taken hold of her hand; that had felt like a real breakthrough.

      After she’d talked to Mike yesterday she’d thought a lot about the way Ben had behaved, ripping the heads off the flowers. That had revealed a deep anger, and she was sure that it stemmed from his relationship with his granddad. Whatever the cause, she had to try to understand what was going on in Ben’s head if she was to help him come to terms with it and move on.

      The shingle crunched beneath her feet as she followed the waterline. Higher up the beach was the trail of flotsam and jetsam left by the tide. That would be a good place to start searching for something to spark the children’s imaginations.

      Her search proved surprisingly successful as she came across a toy sailboat tangled up in the seaweed, several glass bottles, a shoe and even some pieces of pottery. With a satisfied smile, she headed back to the cottage. She’d enjoy showing the children her new home and she’d give them each a piece of Alice’s cake at the end of the session.

      Kat set off for Flight just before five. She was due to collect the children at six, but wanted to catch up with Mike first to see if he’d thought any more about her meeting up with Mollie Jackson. She approached the house with a lingering sadness. She’d enjoyed living here for the last few weeks, right in the hub of things; maybe she should have stayed a bit longer. But she hadn’t wanted to miss the chance to rent the cottage on Cove Road. It was the perfect home.

      With her mind full of ideas for the sea session, she ran up the steps and in through the huge front door. Turning right as she entered the hall, she collided with someone, lost her balance and staggered back in confusion, breathing in the spicy scent of a man’s cologne. A strong hand grabbed hold of her arm.

      “You!” she gasped, looking up to meet Luke’s warm brown eyes. They sparkled with humor as she tried to pull away.

      “You just can’t stay away from me, can you?” He laughed. “Joke,” he added when she stared at him in horror.

      Kat put a hand to her face, embarrassed by the heat flooding into it, and he dropped her arm as if it was burning his hand.

      “It’s okay,” he told her, stepping back. His tone was brusque and businesslike. “No harm done. Not to me, at least. Tell you what—you can make amends by letting me sit in on your therapy session tonight. I’m prepared to give it another shot if you are.”

      “No, I...” How dare he even suggest it after the way he’d acted last time? Nothing had changed; her methods obviously weren’t up to his standards then and they wouldn’t be now.

      Noting her reluctance, he smiled awkwardly. “It’ll be fine,” he insisted. “I promise not to interfere, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

      “I’m not worried. Do what you like. I need to go see Mike first and grab a bite. Then I’m picking the children up.”

      “What time?”

      She hesitated. “Just after six,” she finally said, feeling guilty about stretching the truth.

      The guilt still niggled when she met up with the three children in the dining room at six and Luke hadn’t arrived. It was his own fault, though, she told herself; he was the one who’d caused the problem. And she needed to have Ben to herself if her therapy was to have a chance of success. He’d never let down his guard if his dad was there, watching his every move with his misplaced, overprotective attitude. That day in the sea was the first and only time Kat had seen Ben relaxed and having fun, even if he was trying to wind her up. After Luke had interfered, he’d switched himself right off again.

      “Are we really going to the seaside again?” Tammy asked eagerly.

      Kat tousled her hair. It was hard not to tousle Tammy’s mass of bright red curls. “Not only that,” she told her, “you’re going to come see my new house and have cake.”

      The little girl’s brilliant blue eyes were as wide as saucers. “By the sea? You really live right by the sea?”

      Kat nodded. “Nearly on the shore.”

      “Are we all having cake?” Ben asked, butting in.

      His gruff little voice hid a hint of excitement and Kat felt relieved that Luke wasn’t here to spoil it.

      “Come on, then,” she said, eager to get going. Tammy grabbed her hand while Ben tried to appear nonchalant, as if he really didn’t care either way. The new addition, Millie, who was quiet and well behaved with short brown hair and a sweet, sad smile, followed in their wake.

      As they rounded the corner, leaving the house behind, Kat glanced back. Flight seemed to smile at her, she thought, as if they shared a secret. She suppressed a smile. Luke Travis would think she was quite irresponsible if he knew what sometimes went on in her head. One thing he definitely did not have was an imagination, though she probably had too much of one, if that was possible. Well, she decided, she needed her overactive imagination. Her career depended on it.

      “Come on, kids,” she called. “I’ll race you to the path.”

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      LUKE GLANCED AT his watch and grimaced. He’d gotten caught up talking to Mike and lost track СКАЧАТЬ