One Unforgettable Summer: The Summer They Never Forgot / The Surgeon's Family Miracle / A Bride by Summer. Sandra Steffen

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СКАЧАТЬ round and round in her glass, still unable to meet his eyes, not wanting him to guess how disconcerted she felt. How the knowledge he hadn’t abandoned her teenage self took the sting from her memories.

      ‘It was a long time ago...’ she repeated, her voice tapering away. ‘Things change.’

      ‘Yep. Twelve years tends to do that.’

      She wasn’t sure if he was talking about her, him, or the town. She seized on the more neutral option.

      ‘Yes.’ She looked around her, waved a hand to encompass the stark fashionable furnishings. ‘Like this hotel.’

      ‘What about this hotel?’

      ‘It’s very smart, but not very sympathetic, is it?’

      ‘I kinda like it myself,’ he said, and took a drink from his beer.

      ‘You’re not upset at what the developers did on the site of your family’s beautiful guesthouse?’

      ‘Like you said. Things change. The guesthouse has...has gone forever.’

      He paused and she got the impression he had to control his voice.

      ‘But this hotel and all the new developments around it have brought jobs for a lot of people. Some say it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to the place.’

      ‘Do you?’

      Sandy willed him to say no, wanting Ben to be the same carefree boy who’d lived for the next good wave, the next catch from the fishing boats he’d shared with his father, but knew somehow from the expression on his face that he wouldn’t.

      But still his reply came as a surprise. ‘I own this hotel, Sandy.’

      ‘You...you do?’

      ‘Yep. Unsympathetic design and all.’

      She clapped her hand to her mouth but she couldn’t take back the words. ‘I’m...I’m so sorry I insulted it.’

      ‘No offence taken on behalf of the award-winning architect.’

      ‘Really? It’s won awards?’

      ‘A stack of ’em.’

      She noted the convivial atmosphere at the bar, the rapidly filling tables. ‘It’s very smart, of course. And I’m sure it’s very successful. It’s just...the old place was so charming. Your mother was so proud of it.’

      ‘My parents left the guesthouse long ago. Glad to say goodbye to the erratic plumbing and the creaking floorboards. They built themselves a comfortable new house up on the headland when I took over.’

      Whoa. Surprise on surprise. She knew lots must have changed in twelve years, but this? ‘You took over the running of the guesthouse?’ Somehow, she couldn’t see Ben in that role. She thought of him always as outdoors, an action man—not indoors, pandering to the whims of guests.

      ‘My wife did.’

      His wife.

      The words stabbed into Sandy’s heart.

      His wife.

      If she hadn’t already been sitting down she would have had to. Stupidly, she hadn’t considered—not for one minute—that Ben would be married.

      She shot a quick glance at his left hand. He didn’t wear a wedding ring, but then plenty of married men didn’t. She’d learned that lesson since she’d been single again.

      ‘Of course. Of course you would have married,’ she babbled, forcing her mouth into the semblance of a smile.

      She clutched her glass so tightly she feared it would shatter. Frantically she tried to mould her expression into something normal, show a polite interest in an old friend’s new life.

      ‘Did you...did you marry someone from around here?’

      ‘Jodi Hart.’

      Immediately Sandy remembered her. Jodi, with her quiet manner and gentle heart-shaped face. ‘She was lovely,’ she said, meaning every word while trying not to let an unwarranted jealousy flame into life.

      ‘Yes,’ Ben said, and a muscle pulled at the side of his mouth, giving it a weary twist.

      His face seemed suddenly drawn under the bronze of his tan. She was aware of lines etched around his features. She hadn’t noticed them in the first flush of surprise at their meeting. Maybe their marriage wasn’t happy.

      Ben drummed his fingers on the surface of the table. Again her eyes were drawn to the scars on his hands. Horrible, angry ridges that made her wince at the sight of them.

      ‘What about you?’ he asked. ‘Did you marry?’

      Sandy shook her head. ‘Me? Marry? No. My partner...he...he didn’t believe in marriage.’

      Her voice sounded brittle to her own ears. How she’d always hated that ambiguous term partner.

      ‘“Just a piece of paper,” he used to say.’ She forced a laugh and hoped it concealed any trace of heartbreak. ‘Sure made it easy when we split up. No messy divorce or anything.’

      No way would she admit how distraught she’d been. How angry and hurt and humiliated.

      His jaw clenched. ‘I’m sorry. Did—?’

      She put her hand up to stop his words. ‘Thank you. But there’s no point in talking about it.’ She made herself smile. ‘Water under the bridge, you know.’

      It was six months since she’d last seen Jason. And that had only been to pay him for his half of the sofa they’d bought together.

      Ben looked at her as if he were searching her face for something. His gaze was so intense she began to feel uncomfortable. When—at last—he spoke, his words were slow and considered.

      ‘Water under the bridge. You’re right.’

      ‘Yes,’ she said, not sure what to say next.

      After another long, awkward pause, he glanced at his watch. ‘It’s been great to see you, Sandy. But I have a meeting to get to.’ He pushed back his chair and got up.

      ‘Of course.’ She wanted to put out a hand to stop him. There was more she wanted to ask him. Memories she wanted to share. But there was no reason for him to stay. No reason for him to know it was her birthday and how much she would enjoy his company for lunch.

      He was married.

      Married men did not share intimate lunches alone with former girlfriends, even if their last kiss had been twelve years ago.

      She got up, too, resisting the urge to sigh. ‘It was wonderful to catch up after all these years. Please...please give my regards to Jodi.’

      He nodded, not meeting her eyes. Then indicated the menu. ‘Lunch is on the house. СКАЧАТЬ