Fern Britton 3-Book Collection: The Holiday Home, A Seaside Affair, A Good Catch. Fern Britton

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СКАЧАТЬ her slender waist – what would it be like to drip warm oil over her skin? How he would love to run his hands over her dainty feet and scarlet-painted toes. She’d be here in a few days. Oh God.

      Pru, meanwhile, was indulging in something she hadn’t done for a long time – a fantasy. In her mind she was lying naked in the dunes with Merlin running his rough, sea-hardened hands over her shoulders, rubbing in sun cream. She was nineteen again and hopelessly, passionately in love with him.

      As quickly as the fantasy had grown in her memory, it was gone. A phantom. In its place stood reality. A different Pru. A different life. This was her life. Sensible, responsible, mature.

      She was grateful to Francis and all he had sacrificed to care for her and Jeremy. A good man. A man she could rely on. She called his name and he heard it, muffled as it was against the pillow.

      ‘Francis?’

      ‘Yes, Belinda?’

      He stopped his massaging instantly and watched Pru lift her head and slowly look over her shoulder at him.

      ‘Who’s Belinda?’

      *

      Greg woke up on the sofa. It was almost midnight. Connie must have forgotten about him and gone to bed. Shivering slightly, he stood up and winced as a cramp shot through his left shoulder. The surfing had really done him in. He resolved to start running again, from tomorrow. Or was that today?

      He bent to turn off the one table lamp someone had thought to leave on for him and felt his way to the kitchen to pour a small brandy. His laptop was still on the kitchen table where he’d left it. He sat down, hoping to find a message from Janie. Hope was rewarded.

      Hi Greggy,

      The office is very quiet without you. Old octopus arms is bound to spend all week feeling me up whenever I am in the kitchen on my coffee run. He drops teaspoons so that he can bend down and look up my skirt to see if I’m wearing stockings and suspenders. Don’t worry. Only wear stockings when you are here.

      How is it in the bosom of your family? Poor you. I can’t wait for Abigail to leave home, so you can leave too. Not long now! Then you can tell the old boot about us.

      I’m getting ready to go out. My brother’s old flatmate, Adrian – remember the one just back from Afghanistan? – is taking me out to dinner. Don’t want to go, but he’s a nice guy and I’m doing my bro a favour. One for the troops!

      Phone me tomorrow and I’ll tell you all about it. Think of me when you go to sleep tonight.

      Love you, sexy boy,

      Janie xxxxxxxxxxx

      Who the hell was Adrian? She’d never mentioned him before. Some upper-class twit in charge of a tank regiment with a six-pack and an inheritance to look forward to? What would she wear for this … he hesitated to say the word date. Her lingerie collection was vast and very, very cute. Greg tapped out a brief reply.

      Hope you haven’t enjoyed your evening too much. Speak in the morning.

      G x

      He drained his brandy and went upstairs. In their bedroom he was deliberately noisy, which woke Connie up.

      ‘What time is it?’ she mumbled.

      ‘Sorry, love. Did I wake you?’ He slid into bed next to her and slipped his hand round her tummy and kissed her neck. Connie yawned.

      ‘I can’t sleep,’ he told her.

      ‘It’s because you’ve been asleep on the sofa.’ Connie’s eyes were shut tight.

      ‘No, it’s because I fancy my wife like mad and need to make love to her.’

      ‘OK.’ Connie turned on to her back. ‘Pull my nightie down when you’ve finished.’

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      ‘Who’s Belinda?’ Pru demanded, her gimlet eye glinting under a perfectly arched eyebrow.

      ‘Did I say Belinda?’

      ‘Yes, you did.’ Pru turned to face him, both gimlet eyes fixed on him now.

      ‘Oh. Ha ha.’ Francis tried to laugh it off. ‘She’s, er, she’s …’ His imagination kicked in: ‘She’s the ghastly woman on the PTA. Haven’t I mentioned her? Only been at the school a year and already making waves. She wants to overturn some ideas the committee have sanctioned. I had a message from Chairman Bob on my phone earlier and it’s been on my mind.’

      Pru turned back to her pillow, bored with anything to do with her son’s school and her husband’s dealings with it. ‘Oh. Poor you. Continue with the massage.’

      Francis closed his eyes in a prayer of silent thanks, and tried to get some control back into his shaking hands. He reached for the massage oil. It slipped from his grasp and fell on to the cream-and-beige patterned carpet, leaking a new pattern of its own.

      ‘Oh crikey, Dorothy’s carpet!’ He bent to pick it up, overstretched and slid off the bed himself, knocking the bottle over again.

      Pru peered at him. ‘What are you doing?’

      Francis was panicking. ‘The bottle. The oil. Dorothy’s carpet.’

      Pru was unperturbed. ‘Oh, for God’s sake. Forget about the carpet. It’s hideous anyway. Put it on the list of jobs that need doing.’

      He got to his knees with the oil bottle now safely in his hand. ‘Right.’ Standing, he found the lid and carefully screwed it on to the bottle. He walked to the bedroom door and opened it.

      Pru watched him as if he were mad. ‘Where are you going?’

      ‘I’m going to add this job to the list.’

      ‘Not now, you fool,’ she said, irritated. ‘It’ll wait till tomorrow. Carry on with the massage and then we can all get some sleep.’

      ‘Oh, I see. Right. Silly me. Massage it is.’

      He resumed his position and carefully added more oil to his palms.

      ‘Hmmm,’ murmured Pru. ‘You are very good to do this for me, Francis. I’m lucky to have you.’

      He continued in relieved silence until she started laughing, her body shaking under his hands.

      ‘Sorry, Pru. Is that tickling?’

      ‘No, no,’ she giggled. ‘For a moment there, I thought you might be having an affair.’

      *

      And now it was morning and he felt sick with guilt about the lie he’d told his wife, the first ever, and the affair he hadn’t even started yet. Would never start! What was he thinking? He got out of bed and observed the sleeping form of his wife. The woman who needed him. Trusted him. Relied СКАЧАТЬ