Witchstone. Anne Mather

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      ‘Oh, I see.’ Ashley resumed her contemplation of her toes.

      ‘So would you like to tell me the real reason why you didn’t want me to give you a lift?’

      Ashley looked round. The Golden Lion was in a prominent position in the High Street and standing here beside the unmistakable lines of the sports car they were attracting quite a lot of attention from late afternoon shoppers.

      ‘Oh, please,’ she began. ‘I—I expect I was surprised to see you there, that’s all. Look, I’m freezing standing here. Are—are you coming in?’

      ‘Are you inviting me?’ His eyes probed hers with disturbing intensity.

      ‘Me?’ exclaimed Ashley ungrammatically. She moved her shoulders helplessly. ‘Isn’t it Mark you’ve come to see?’

      ‘So far as I am aware, Mark is at work,’ replied Jake easily, his thumbs tucked into the low belt of his pants.

      Ashley was at a loss to know what to do. She wasn’t used to dealing with men, and particularly not with a man like Jake Seton. She shifted her weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other, not knowing what to say. Then, as though taking pity on her, or perhaps it was simply that he was tired of waiting for her to make a move, Jake suddenly shrugged his broad shoulders and with a slight bow of his head walked round his car and swinging open the door climbed behind the wheel. There was a slight squeal of protest from the tyres as he drove away, but Ashley scarcely registered it. Her heart was pounding so loudly she couldn’t hear anything else.

      Her aunt was in the kitchen as usual when she entered the hotel, and gave her niece a surprised look. ‘You’re home early,’ she exclaimed. ‘Is it snowing again?’

      Ashley shook her head, turning away to get herself a drink of water from the tap. ‘No. No—I got a lift actually.’

      There was silence for a moment as she swallowed half the glass of water; but when she turned back to her aunt she saw she was waiting for further explanations.

      ‘It was Mr. Seton. He gave me a lift.’

      Mona Sutton raised her eyebrows. ‘Jake?’

      ‘That’s right.’ Ashley unbuttoned her duffel coat. ‘I’ll go and get changed——’

      ‘Wait a minute!’ Mona bent to take a tray of sausage rolls out of the oven. Putting them down on top of the cooker, she added: ‘What did he say?’

      Ashley shrugged. ‘Nothing much.’

      Mona sighed. ‘He must have said something. How did he come to give you a lift?’

      ‘I don’t know.’ Ashley fidgeted with the toggle fastenings of her coat. ‘Susan and I were just walking along when—when he stopped. And offered.’

      Mona frowned. ‘And where is he now?’

      ‘I expect he’s gone home.’ Ashley turned towards the door.

      Mona clicked her tongue. ‘I wonder why he didn’t come in. It’s not like Jake to be in the vicinity and not call. Oh, well …’ She began lifting the sausage rolls on to a wire tray to cool. ‘Perhaps he was in a hurry.’

      ‘Perhaps he was,’ agreed Ashley quickly, and went out of the door before her aunt could say anything else.

      But in her room the incident could not be dismissed so lightly. She knew that Jake’s reasons for not coming into the hotel had had to do with her attitude, and she couldn’t help feeling a little guilty. After all, she had absolutely no reason to behave towards him as she had, and she knew that the rest of the family would not be at all pleased if they discovered the way she had reacted to his kindness.

      As she changed out of her school clothes into her usual attire of jeans and a sweater she tried to find excuses for herself. He made her feel uneasy, unsure of herself, and the knowledge that everyone else regarded him with what she felt was an unwarranted show of affection irritated her. He was only a man when all was said and done, and just because his name was Seton it did not make him some kind of god in her eyes. Besides, she didn’t want to have to feel grateful to him for anything.

      During their meal that evening Mark volunteered the information that Jake had been away for the day. ‘There’s some talk about selling that land where the old sawmill used to be,’ he said. ‘I think Jake went to Leeds to find out about conditions of tenure, development—that sort of thing.’

      Mona looked up with interest. ‘Oh, then that’s where he’d been when he picked Ashley up,’ she decided.

      ‘Picked Ashley up?’ Mark was puzzled. ‘What are you talking about?’

      ‘He gave your cousin a lift home from school this afternoon,’ explained his father.

      Mark looked at Ashley in surprise. ‘Did he? That was kind of him.’

      ‘Yes, wasn’t it?’ Mona smiled comfortably. ‘But he didn’t come in. I expect he wanted to report back to Sir James.’

      ‘Yes,’ Mark nodded. ‘Well, Ashley? What did you think of the Ferrari?’

      Ashley shrugged, determinedly keeping her eyes on her plate. ‘Is that what it was? I didn’t notice,’ she lied.

      Mark chuckled, shaking his head. ‘It’s just as well it was you and not Karen he gave a lift to. She’d have been making some big thing of it by now.’

      They all laughed and Ashley forced herself to join them. But she wasn’t at all happy about the situation, and she half hoped Jake would come to the hotel that evening so that she could assure herself that he had not taken offence at her words.

      However, Jake did not come to the hotel that evening or indeed for almost a week, and each succeeding day that passed made Ashley more than ever convinced that she was responsible for his absence. She was tempted to ask Mark whether he had spoken to his employer’s son, but she could hardly do that without attracting attention to herself so she had to wait in impatience, hoping for the best.

      Then, six days later, she was stretching up to fasten a new bottle of vodka into its place in the wall fitment behind the bar when a voice she was programmed not to forget said: ‘Is the amount of flesh you’re exhibiting designed to increase the thirst of your customers?’

      Ashley swung round abruptly, hastily pulling down the short green sweater which had ridden up leaving a smooth expanse of midriff bare. Jake was seated on one of the tall stools at the bar, and she smoothed her hands down over her hips nervously, conscious of a disquieting sense of pleasure in just seeing him there. The bar was quiet at this hour of the evening and her uncle had left her in charge for once while he went down to the cellar to bring up some crates of beer.

      ‘Good evening, Mr. Seton,’ she greeted him politely.

      ‘Hello, Ashley.’ He inclined his head. ‘How are you?’

      ‘Oh—oh, I’m fine.’ Ashley’s fingers gripped the bar very tightly. ‘Can I get you a drink?’

      ‘I thought your uncle didn’t permit you to serve drinks.’

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