Fern Britton Summer Collection: New Beginnings, Hidden Treasures, The Holiday Home, The Stolen Weekend. Fern Britton

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СКАЧАТЬ in her. No, honestly,’ she added, when she saw the way they were looking at her. ‘We’ve got a watertight arrangement.’

      ‘Well, don’t say you weren’t warned.’

      ‘You say that, and of course I’ve heard all the stories. But, if she’s on your side … We’ve had one or two little misunderstandings, true, but nothing that outweighs all the good work she’s done for me. I wouldn’t be sitting here now if it weren’t for her.’

      ‘That may be true, but I still think there’s something fishy. I was just telling Sam that I can’t help feeling it was odd, Ben dying at her house.’

      ‘Not this again.’ Christie sighed, but Frank continued, undeterred.

      ‘Ben told me the week before he died that he had money worries, and he was planning to discuss them with Julia. Thought she might have been dipping her fingers into the till to fund that lavish lifestyle. Then he dies in her house. Doesn’t that seem odd to you?’

      ‘What are you saying exactly? Are you accusing her of murder, Frank? Is that what you’re getting at?’

      ‘No, not exactly.’ He screwed up his face as he thought.

      ‘Then what? What are you trying to say?’

      ‘I’m not sure but it never felt quite right.’

      ‘Frank, stop it!’ She looked at him over her glass. ‘I know you and Julia go way back and that you don’t like her, but Ben’s death was an accident. He somehow slipped, banged his head and drowned. Julia was in bed, asleep. What you’re saying is slander. She may be a shrewd operator but there’s no way she’s a murderer.’ Christie glared at him, daring him to say more. He didn’t. ‘Now, you silly old poof, have another glass of wine.’

      Frank smiled. ‘Fair enough, you frustrated old fag hag. Just don’t go anywhere near her pool.’

      He saw from Christie’s expression that he’d gone too far so confined himself to a grimace, then shook his head. ‘It’s Ben and his family I feel sorry for. They haven’t had a chance to stand up for him. Remember that awful third-rate soap star who kissed and told in the News after his death? She totally assassinated Ben, making out he was a party-loving, drug-crazed sex fiend but I’m certain drugs weren’t his scene.’ He sounded puzzled. ‘And he hadn’t looked at another woman since he met Laura. None of it rang true.’

      ‘Perhaps you didn’t know him quite as well as you thought,’ Christie conjectured. ‘Who knows what goes on in anybody else’s private life?’ But although she dismissed the subject, she had to admit that a little bit of her was as intrigued as the others were about what had happened that night. She didn’t want to disbelieve Julia’s account, but she couldn’t help wondering if it was the whole truth.

      ‘But the press have their own agenda,’ said Sam, indignantly. ‘Or someone does. Come on. We know how much of that stuff is ill-informed guesswork or pure fiction – but they’ve got to fill the space somehow. Just because the Wednesday witches haven’t sharpened their pencils for you yet.’ He leaned back so the waitress could put his rack of lamb in front of him. ‘Mmm. Smells good.’

      ‘Oh, I’m very dull,’ said Christie, dismissing the female columnists who gave nothing for anyone’s reputation.

      ‘You must have some secrets.’ Frank leaned across the table, his eyes wide with interest. ‘Aren’t you going to share them with your two favourite boys?’

      ‘Don’t be ridiculous. I wish I had one to share.’ She thought of Richard. Since the kiss, they had maintained the same polite distance, made easier by the fact she was at work every weekday evening. Their arrangements for the kids were made between him and Maureen, who wouldn’t hear a bad word against him.

      ‘He’s perfect for you, Christine,’ she’d said one night, unaware of the uncharted waters she was entering. ‘But I expect he’s already spoken for.’

      Christie had ignored her. She still didn’t get it, though. She was a reasonably attractive woman, wasn’t she? Why would he react so strongly against her? He’d told her that he’d been divorced for a couple of years from Caro, who was spending more and more time in Brussels with her work and her lover. There was nothing standing in his way of a relationship as far as she knew. Unless he was gay, of course. The idea slipped into her mind from left-field. She caught her breath then concentrated on her meal, annoyed that she might have given too much away.

      ‘Don’t believe you.’ Frank was obviously delighted to have caught a whiff of a secret. He wiped his mouth with his napkin. Sam smiled at the cameraman’s lack of subtlety and winked at Christie.

      ‘Oh, all right, then.’ She gave in. Why shouldn’t she confide in them? They had become such a tight threesome over the months they’d been working together that she wanted to share with them. Frank had opened up to her after their shopping expedition and she knew that all he wanted was a good man to love and be loved by in return. He so often disguised the loneliness he felt with lusty innuendoes about the muscle-bound studio scene-hands: men who laughed with him and teased that maybe he could ‘turn’ them before they went home to their wives and girlfriends. He never put his gaydar to the test, too fearful of middle-aged rejection. Sam was less of an open book but she got the impression that he had had his fair share of success with the ladies without committing himself to anyone in particular. She’d heard him out when one woman had taken him too seriously and he was running scared, seeking sane advice. Both men had trusted her with their confidences so perhaps it was about time she let herself go and trusted them. They might even be able to help her. A different point of view from Mel’s – her sister was her only confidante – might give her a new take on things. Besides, she wanted to steer the conversation away from Julia.

      When he heard her story about Richard, Frank’s reaction was instant. ‘Turning you down? Obviously mad or gay, darling.’

      Sam was more considered. His brow furrowed as he thought, his eyes serious. ‘Perhaps he’s more damaged by his divorce than you realise. He might not be ready. Maybe your vibe says you’re not ready either.’

      ‘But it’s been two years since the divorce,’ she protested.

      ‘Yes. And it’s over two since Nick died and look where you’ve got to.’ He was cutting his lamb slowly then arranging it on his fork with a piece of potato dauphinois and some broccoli. Before he put it into his mouth, he said, ‘You’re an attractive woman, Chris.’

      Christie was suddenly aware of the pressure of his knee under the table. She looked up sharply. The expression on Sam’s face hadn’t changed one iota, but his eyes met hers before he glanced away.

      His attention on his plate, he said, ‘You’re out of practice, that’s all. You know what they say. Use it or lose it. You’ve just got find it again.’

      ‘Easier said than done. And I should know,’ said Frank, ruefully, placing his napkin on the table. Anyone for a nightcap?’

      They moved through into the snug where they continued their conversation, sitting in comfortable green and rose chintz-covered armchairs in front of the inglenook fireplace. At one side of the blazing fire there was a large reed basket of logs and at the other a set of shining brass fire-dogs. The low ceiling gave the room a cosy intimacy that encouraged the three of them to talk until they agreed they wouldn’t be fit to work in the morning if they didn’t go up. They kissed each other good night and went to СКАЧАТЬ