Publication Date: 25th September 2015
Chapter
1
The timer went off on the oven and Penny
quickly dropped her sketch book and grabbed her oven gloves. Opening the oven
door released a waft of gorgeous, rich fruity smells into the kitchen, making
Penny smile with excitement. The mince pies looked golden, crisp and perfectly
done. She quickly transferred them to a wire rack to cool and gave the warm
mulled wine a quick stir as it simmered on the hob.
She looked around at the green leafed
garlands that covered the fireplace and the white fairy lights that twinkled
from in between the leaves, the lights lined the windows too lending a
sparkling glow to the room in the dullness of the late winter afternoon. She
knew that next door, in the annexe, looked equally inviting after Penny had
spent hours decorating it in suitable festive attire ready for the new
arrivals.
Everything was perfect and Penny couldn’t
wait to meet them.
Henry and Daisy Travis had been referred
to her by the agency in charge of finding tenants for her annexe. Although
Penny would have preferred a single woman like her, the young couple came with
great references and no children.
Not that she had an issue with children,
she loved them. She even thought at one point in her life that she might have
some of her own but that had passed her by. She just wanted to make friends
with people that were at the same point in their life as she was.
One by one all her friends had got married
and had children and each time a new child in the town was born it seemed to
add weight to her solitary existence. Everyone had someone to love and look
after. Penny had a fat, lazy dog called Bernard. The loneliness inside her had
grew recently to an almost tangible thing. Whenever people asked if she ever
felt isolated up on the hill on her own, she always batted it away with a
cheery smile and talk of how she never had time to feel that way with her job.
And while it was true that her job as the town’s only ice carver did keep her
very busy, she knew she took on a lot of work to try to distract her from how
utterly alone she really felt.
She had always lived in Lilac Cottage and
she could never imagine living anywhere else. The view over the town of White
Cliff Bay and the rugged white coastline that lent the town its name was
stunning, she could look at it for hours and never grow tired of it. But the
hustle and bustle of the town was a good ten minutes’ drive from where she
lived and although she loved the remoteness of her home, she was starting to
hate it too.
Renting the annexe out would be a good way
to make some new friends and even though they would still lead separate lives,
Penny hoped they would be able to chat from time to time.
Penny checked her watch again, a nervous
excitement pulsing through her. She had cooked lasagne for them and she hoped they
could spend the night chatting over the wine and a good meal and really get to
know each other.
It was going to be perfect and she
couldn’t wait to start this next chapter of her life.
*
Henry slammed his hands on the steering
wheel as another red light forced him to stop. In a town that was probably no
more than a few miles long they seemed to have traffic lights on every corner
and every single one of them had been red so far.
This had to be the worst moving day ever.
The expression of you get what you pay for couldn’t be more true today. As the
annexe he was moving into was fully furnished, he only needed a small van to
bring his other belongings. He’d stupidly hired the cheapest company to move
his stuff and now the van was sitting in White Cliff Beach in the furthest
reaches of Yorkshire instead of White Cliff Bay in rural Devon.
And what was with the people in the town?
They asked so many questions. Stopping for petrol in the town’s only petrol
station, stopping at a supermarket, and then a café for lunch with Daisy, he
had been accosted by about thirty different people who wanted his whole life
story. Daisy was lovely and sweet and would chat to anyone and everyone, the
complete opposite to him who just wanted to tell everyone to sod off and leave them
alone.
Daisy was staying with his sister tonight,
which was a good job too as he was in a foul mood. All he wanted now was to get
to this house, unpack the few things he had brought with him and fall asleep in
front of the TV or over a good book.
He just hoped that Penny Meadows, his
landlady, wasn’t a talker. Living up on the hill tops all by herself and
completely cut off from the town, he presumed she was some kind of hermit and
liked to keep herself to herself. That suited him fine. He didn’t want to make
friends, he didn’t want to chat to anyone. He just wanted to be left alone.
He turned onto the long driveway leading
up to what he hoped was Lilac Cottage. He had got lost three times trying to
find the blasted place and when he stopped to ask directions, people seemed to
close ranks and send him the opposite way as if they were trying to keep the
place hidden. As he drove over the crest of the hill he saw it, the lights
twinkling happily in a multitude of colours from every tree, bush and fence surrounding
the white washed home. He glared at them as if they were causing him great
offense. Bloody Christmas. Humbug.
*
A silver Range Rover pulled up on Penny’s
drive and she nearly cheered with excitement. She ran to the front door to
greet her new tenants, but then held back for a few seconds. Yanking the door
open before they’d even turned off the engine might seem a bit over
enthusiastic. She didn’t want to come across as too keen. She counted to ten,
quickly, then opened the door. The man standing on her doorstep with light
snowflakes swirling around him was… beautiful. He was so tall, she had to crane
her neck to look him in the eyes, slate grey angry eyes hidden underneath long,
dark eyelashes. He was muscular too. He had dark, stubbly hair and a deep frown
that was marring his otherwise gorgeous features.
‘I’m Henry Travis.’
Penny supposed she should say something
but annoyingly any coherent words seemed to allude her. His frown deepened some
more at her inadequate silence and she finally found her voice.
‘Penny Meadows, pleased to meet you. Come
in, I’ll show you your new home.’
She ushered him in but as she looked out,
Daisy was nowhere in sight. Maybe she was coming later. She closed the door and
stepped back into her front room, which seemed so much smaller all of a sudden
now Henry was filling it with his enormous size. She tried to get past him to
lead him into the kitchen but he was too big to squeeze past. He stared down at
her with confusion as she tried to slide through the tiny gap and then finally
he stepped to one side.
She walked into the kitchen, feeling
awkward and clumsy in his presence.
‘This is the connecting door,’ Penny said
lamely, showing him the obviously connecting door. Next she’d be saying things
like, ‘This is the door handle and this is the sofa.’
‘But we have our own separate front door
don’t we?’ Henry said.
‘Of course, but this will always be open
so feel free to pop in any time.’
Henry’s scowl deepened so much she could
barely see his eyes. He stepped through the door banging his head on the low
door frame. He swore softly as he rubbed his head.
‘Oh god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise it
was that low.’
He glared at her as he stepped into his
lounge. ‘Jeez it’s tiny.’
Penny had always thought it was cute and
cosy, but with his massive build the place looked like a doll house.
‘Erm… through there is your kitchen and
your front door which leads out onto the back garden. So I suppose technically
it’s your back door.’ She giggled, nervously, mentally slapping her forehead
with how stupid she sounded. ‘Upstairs are the two bedrooms and the bathroom,’
Penny winced at how small the bathroom was going to be for Henry. He’d have to
bend almost double to fit his head under the sloped roof of the shower.
He took two giant steps and ducked into
the kitchen, shaking his head incredulously, probably at the size of it.
He looked back at Penny and must have seen
the desperate hope in her eyes as his features softened slightly. ‘It’s lovely,
and its only for a few months so I’m sure I can remember to duck when I walk
between the rooms until we find somewhere bet… bigger.’
Penny’s face fell. ‘You’re not staying?’
Henry shook his head. ‘We have our name
down for a house in the town. Rob at the agency said he thinks he will have
somewhere by March or April at the latest. Did he not tell you this was short
term?’
Penny swallowed down the disappointment
and shook her head. She had been trying for months to rent out the annexe
without any success and in the end left it in the hands of the agency and even
they had struggled to fill it. In a few months, Henry and Daisy would be gone,
leaving Penny all alone again.
She forced a smile on her face, determined
to make those months count. ‘So I’ve put a bed in the second bedroom but if you
wish to use it as a study or something else, then I can easily remove it.’
Henry looked at her as if she was stupid.
‘No, we’ll obviously be needing the second bed.’
Penny blinked. Maybe they had separate
bedrooms. She knew lots of couples who slept apart for one reason or another.
She could never imagine sleeping apart from her husband but then she didn’t
have one of those so who was she to judge.
‘That’s fine. I erm… made some mince pies
and some mulled wine if you wanted to have something to eat before you unpack.’
‘No I’d rather just get everything in
before it gets dark. Most of my stuff won’t arrive until tomorrow, the bloody
removal people got lost and ended up in a different part of the country.’
‘Oh how frustrating for you,’ Penny said.
Maybe that explained the almost permanent frown.
‘Well I can help you bring
things in from the car and I’ve made a lasagne for later so if you didn’t fancy
cooking, you and Daisy are more than welcome to come round later to share it
with me.’
‘Daisy is staying with my sister tonight.’
‘Well you can still come over…’ Penny
trailed off. Was it inappropriate to share dinner with another woman’s husband?
It was just dinner but the cosy night in with her new neighbours was suddenly
turning into something a bit more intimate now it was just the two of them.
Henry obviously thought so too as his eyebrows had shot up at her suggestion.
‘Or I can plate some up and bring it here for you to have on your own.’ There
was something even sadder about that, both of them sitting in their separate
kitchens eating by themselves.
‘I need to get unpacked tonight. Get it
all out the way before all Daisy’s rubbish gets here. She could fill this whole
annexe with all her junk so I better get my stuff put away first. I’ll probably
just get a pizza and eat it whilst I work.’
Penny felt her shoulders slump in defeat,
though she kept the bright smile plastered on her face. ‘Well let me help you
with all your boxes.’
‘I’d really rather...’
‘It won’t take too long with the two of us
at it and as its starting to snow now, maybe the quicker we get it in the
better.’
Henry reluctantly nodded. She followed him
out to the car and couldn’t help her eyes wander down to his bum before she
tore them away. What was wrong with her? He was married.
She was disappointed that he hadn’t even
glanced at the incredible view yet, the sun covering the waves with garlands of
scarlet and gold. He opened the boot and grabbed a box, passing it to her. With
the easy way he handled the box, she wasn’t expecting it to be so heavy, but
the weight snatched the box out of her fingers and it tumbled to the floor,
sending a pile of books over the gravel driveway.
‘Oh god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise it
was so heavy.’
He stared at her incredulously. Penny sank
to the floor and started scooping the books back up into the box, noticing
wonderful delights from Ernest Hemingway, John Steinbeck, James Lee Burke,
classics from Dickens and Thomas Hardy intermingled with Tolkien, Dan Brown and
Iain Banks. She loved a man that liked to read.
Henry sighed, softly. ‘Here, I’ll get
these, you take this. It’s pillows so it should be a bit lighter for you.’
Penny took the box unable to miss the
sarcasm in Henry’s words. This wasn’t going well at all. She walked back into
her house and into his lounge. She wondered where would be best to put the box
that would be out of his way, but everywhere was going to be in his way, he
filled the whole room. As it was pillows, she thought she could just put them
straight upstairs for him. She turned and walked straight into him as he ducked
into the room. She bounced off him, hit a plant on the shelf behind her and
watched in horror as it fell to the floor sending dirt cascading all over the
cream carpet.
He rolled his eyes and sighed, heavily.
‘Oh crap, I’ll get my hoover, I’ll clean
it up.’
‘Please don’t take this the wrong way, but
I think its best if I just unpack myself. This place is small enough without
the two of us banging into each other.’
‘Of course, sorry, I’m not really helping
am I? Let me just clean this up for you and…’
‘Just leave it,’ Henry was clearly trying
to stay calm when he was well and truly pissed off.
Penny nodded stepping back out into her
own kitchen. ‘Well feel free to cut through my house, it will probably be
quicker…’
‘I think I’ll just use my own front door,
start as we mean to go on.’
Disappointment slammed into her at that
obvious statement of segregation.
‘Shall I run through a few things with
you, how the oven works and…’
‘I’m sure I can work it out and I know
where to find you if I get stuck.’ He forced a smile onto his face. ‘Thanks for
your help, I’ll see you around sometime.’
He closed the door between them and Penny
stood staring at his shadow in the frosted glass.
She rolled his words around her head. ‘I’ll
see you around sometime.’
She swallowed, sadly. Of course it was
stupid of her to expect they might use the connecting door as their front door,
that they would let themselves in through her kitchen and they’d chat over a
cup of tea or dinner on a daily basis. They would have their own lives to lead.
They had rented a property and that was it. Making friends with her was clearly
not on the top of their to-do list, especially as they were planning on moving
out soon.
She watched Henry look around the room and
then he moved away. She heard the sound of furniture being dragged across the
floor. The huge shadow of the bookcase was pulled in front of the door,
blocking out all the light from the window and then it stopped, resting against
the door. He clearly had no intention of ever using the connecting door, now or
in the future. He had made a blockade to keep her out permanently. Penny felt
the tears that sprang to her eyes at this gesture and she dashed them away
angrily. She had been rejected.
*
Penny zipped up her jacket and walked into
the cool room that was attached to the kitchen. The heating was on very low in
here and she felt the cold envelop her straight away, but in her warm clothes
she didn’t feel it too much on her body. It was only her face and hands that felt
it.
She looked around her newly converted
room, it was so much nicer and roomier to work in here than it was before. The
room was large with the ice block making machines up one end that made the
metre long blocks of ice and there was a large space in the middle for her to
work. The floor and walls were tiled to maintain the coolness of the room and
for easy cleaning.
She opened up one of the block machines,
the water was oscillating slowly inside to keep the ice pure and clear. The
water was partly frozen at the bottom, the perfect time to add some of the
decorations her clients had asked for, this particular one wanted fairy lights,
interwoven with snowflakes. She placed the glittery snowflakes in a rough
pattern in the middle of the block and weaved the fairy lights in between them,
weighing them down so they didn’t float to the top of the water and taping the
cable for the lights to the side. It looked magical and she knew it would look
even more so once the piece was finished.
The walk in freezer was up the other end
and she opened the door. Several blocks stood along the back wall, waiting
patiently to be turned from large ice cubes into masterpieces. Along the side
were about ten sculptures that were finished and ready to go out.
She had been carving ice for about ten
years and she never tired of seeing the finished pieces, she never failed to
feel proud of turning a block of ice into something beautiful. She even enjoyed
creating her most commonly requested piece, the swan which almost every wedding
party asked for.
She grabbed one of the ice blocks, which
was resting on a wheeled platform and pulled it out into the cool room, closing
the freezer door behind her. She snapped the brakes on the wheels and looked at
her blank canvas.
This one was going to be a Christmas tree.
She had already stuck the template on a few hours before, now she was going to
carve it. She pulled on her gloves, slid her safety goggles over her eyes and
picked up the die grinder to trace the outlines of the template. The thin drill
bit on the end was the perfect tool to sketch out the design. She pressed very
lightly because the main detail would come later.
She could lose herself for hours in here,
spending time perfecting each curve, swirl, feather or leaf. When she was in here,
the only thing that filled her mind was carving, chiselling, scraping, sawing
and creating something intricate and beautiful. That was why she loved it so
much, because there was no time to think about how the whole town of White
Cliff Bay seemed to be moving forwards with their lives where Penny’s life had
stagnated, frozen in time, there was no time to focus on her loneliness or that
heart breaking feeling that her loneliness was probably going to last a
lifetime. She could get lost in a sculpture for hours and never have to think
about these things. It was only when she stepped out the cocoon of her cool
room to warm up that the real world invaded her thoughts.
Having finished marking out the lines of
the template, she picked up the chainsaw and started lopping off the big pieces
she wouldn’t need. She wouldn’t think about Henry and his slate grey eyes and
she wouldn’t think about how her loneliness had seemed to have inexplicably
doubled since he had pushed the bookcase in front of the connecting door.
*
Henry hovered at Penny’s back door, unsure
whether to knock or not. As he raised his hand to tap on the door, Penny
stepped out from some room off the kitchen. She was wearing black waterproof
trousers and a black jacket which clung to all her wonderful curves making her
look sexy as hell in it. She looked like she was about to get on a motorbike
and drive off into the sunset. She pulled off a pair of workman’s boots and
unzipped the jacket. He quickly looked away in case she was naked underneath.
After a few seconds he chanced a very brief look back and was relieved to see
she was wearing a tiny vest and as the waterproof bottoms came off, he could
see she was wearing black leggings underneath too. She hung the clothes up in a
closet and pulled on a huge, oversized hoodie, obscuring that sexy body from
view. Her conker brown hair that had cascaded in curls down her back earlier
was pulled up in a messy ponytail. She looked dishevelled and messy and utterly
adorable. Her green eyes looked sad and he wondered whether he’d put that look
there or whether she always carried it with her.
He looked down at the white roses he was
carrying and wondered whether it was too much. He didn’t want her to attach any
romantic motives to the gesture.
Penny suddenly spotted him and he waved.
She didn’t wave back, her cheery persona she had presented earlier had
vanished, the sparkle in her green eyes had gone out. She visibly sighed and
then came to open the door
Tiny flakes of snow swirled around them,
settling on her eyelashes and in her hair. There was something about her that
he felt drawn to. She was beautiful, there was no denying that, but there was
much more to it than that.
Henry offered out the roses. ‘I wanted to
apologise for my behaviour earlier. As moving days go, this had to be the
worst. Even before I got here, everything that could go wrong did go wrong. I
was grumpy and tired and I’m sorry. I was wondering whether that offer of
lasagne and mince pies was still open.’
Penny stared at him in confusion. ‘I erm…’
She looked around as if an excuse would suddenly present itself. She didn’t
want him there and he felt like an utter ass. He had a lot of making up to do.
As she clearly couldn’t think of somewhere important that she had to be, she
nodded reluctantly and stepped back to let him in.
He handed her the roses and she took them.
‘I see you moved the bookshelf,’ Penny
said, trying and failing to keep her voice casual as if she didn’t care. He had
hurt her with that too.
‘I can move it back, I just… I’ll move it
back.’
‘No its fine, its your home, do what you
want.’ She shrugged.
He hadn’t even thought what Penny would
think about him blocking the door, of course she would be upset by that.
‘Listen, the last placed we lived, we not
only locked all the doors and windows at night, but we locked the bedroom doors
too and I slept with a baseball bat under my bed. We moved here because it’s a
better area, it’s better for Daisy. It’s just going to take a bit of getting
used to that everyone is so friendly and helpful. I’m sorry if I upset you.
I’ll move it back tonight.’
Penny stared down at the flowers and
clearly softened. ‘I’ll put these in some water and make us some dinner.’
Henry breathed a sigh of relief.
‘Would you like a glass of mulled wine,
while you wait?’ She filled a vase with water and plonked the roses in some
haphazard arrangement.
‘Yes please, it smells wonderful,’ Henry
said, sitting down at the large dining table. He watched her as she moved
around the kitchen. There was something so captivating about her, he couldn’t
take his eyes off her.
‘It’s my own recipe, I just sort of threw
some ingredients together,’ Penny lit the hob under the saucepan and gave it a
stir. ‘It’s sort of a Sangria and mulled wine mix. Red wine, rum, brandy, fruit
juice, fruit, some spices.’
‘Sounds very potent.’
Penny laughed and he liked that he could
see the warmth and spark back in her eyes.
‘Yeah it might be. I haven’t tried it. At
least neither of us are driving.’
A giant deep red, shaggy beast ambled into
the kitchen sniffing at the lasagne that was warming in the oven. Henry
laughed, he had never seen anything so ridiculous looking in his entire life.
‘Wow what breed is he?’
Penny laughed. ‘I don’t think even he
knows. Half red setter, half English sheepdog, half Newfoundland maybe.’
‘That’s a lot of halves.’
‘I know. He thinks he’s a tiny lap sized
dog too, always climbs on my lap for a cuddle and then squashes me to death, he
must weigh seven stone. Seriously, he could give pony rides to small children.’
‘He looks like a Muppet.’
‘Don’t say that, you’ll upset him, but yes
I know. The vet says he has never seen any dog so red before and with his
shaggy fur he does look as if he’s just walked off Sesame Street. Henry meet
Bernard, Bernard this is Henry our new neighbour.’
Bernard came and sniffed him with a vague
interest. Clearly Henry met with Bernard’s approval as he sat on Henry’s feet
demanding to be stroked. Henry stroked his head and rubbed his chest. He looked
up to see Penny smiling at him and then she quickly looked away.
He watched as she poured two large glasses
of the mulled wine concoction and brought them to the table. She passed Henry
his glass.
‘Should we make a toast?’ she asked
‘How about… to new beginnings.’
She stared at him and then smiled, chinking
her glass against his.
*
His grey eyes were so intense, like he was
studying her, searching for answers to some unanswered question. He took a sip
without taking his eyes off hers and she noticed straight away that he didn’t
have a wedding ring.
‘Thank you for decorating next door for
Christmas by the way. Daisy will love it.’
‘My pleasure. I didn’t get you a tree. I
guessed that you and Daisy would want to get one together.’
‘She’d like that, thank you.’ Henry smiled
and Penny felt her heart leap. She had never been the sort of girl to fall in
love with a smile before, but there was something about his smile that filled
his whole face. He was married, she had to remember that.
She focussed her attention on Bernard for
a moment so she wouldn’t have to look at the smile.
‘So what brings you to White Cliff Bay?’
Penny asked, taking a sip of the wine.
‘Work mainly. I have a job at the White
Cliff Bay Furniture Company, starting after Christmas.’
Her eyes widened. ‘As a carpenter?’
He nodded. That at least explained the
lack of a wedding ring, he worked with tools like she did and wearing jewellery
could cause injury.
‘Wow, they are so selective about who they
take on,’ Penny said. ‘I hear they have something like five hundred applicants
every time they advertise. Isn’t there some crazy interview process.’
‘Yes, it kind of felt like The Generation
Game with all these tasks that we had to do. We were showed once how to do a
process and then had to replicate it within a certain time with the upmost
quality and care. It was a whole day thing with the woodwork skills
demonstration in the morning and a panel of seven interviewers grilling me for
over two hours in the afternoon. I came out feeling like I had run a marathon.’
‘They only take on the very best so you
clearly did something to impress them. It will be a huge feather in your cap if
you ever decide to move on. Everyone knows how prestigious the company is.’
Henry took a big swig of the wine. ‘We
don’t intend to move on. I hope to stay in White Cliff Bay for some time.’
The way he said that, staring right at
her, sent shivers down her spine. Was he flirting with her? She shook that
silly thought out of her head, taking a big gulp of the wine. It was spicy and
fruity and as Henry said, very potent.
She tried to tear her eyes away from
Henry’s gaze but struggled to do so. She quickly turned away from the table to
dish up the lasagne.
‘Have you always been a carpenter?’
‘Yes, I love it. There is something
wonderful about creating something beautiful with your own hands. I’ve made and
sold my own furniture but I’ve also made wooden jewellery and statues too.
That’s more of a hobby though, but it’s something I like to do in my spare
time. I know I asked the agency about this, but they said you would be happy for
me to use the shed as a sort of workshop?’
Penny nodded. ‘Yes it’s huge and I only
really use a small part of it. Feel free. I would love to see some of your
jewellery and statues. My job is quite similar.’
‘What is it you do Penny?’
‘I’m an ice carver.’
‘Oh that’s cool. And do you get enough
work in that line of business?’
She placed the plate of lasagne down in
front of him and sat down to eat hers. ‘Do I get enough to pay for this place
you mean?’
Henry’s eyes widened slightly. ‘Sorry that
came across as very nosy didn’t it? Ignore me. I hate it when people ask me
about my work and my money. It’s absolutely none of my business.’
‘The house belonged to my parents, I grew
up here, but they emigrated to Italy several years ago and left the house to me
and my brother. He lives in the next town and I bought him out of his half of
the house. I’m the only ice carver for miles, there are weddings every weekend,
business functions, parties. I have to turn down many jobs because I just don’t
have enough time to do them. It pays very well.’
Henry looked surprised but she’d got used
to those comments by now, no one took her job very seriously and certainly
didn’t believe that she could support herself on it.
‘And erm… is there a Mr Meadows?’
Penny stabbed a piece of pasta with her
fork. Why did people assume that she needed a man to keep her happy? She was
perfectly fine on her own.
‘I’m presuming by the way you are
murdering that piece of lasagne that I’ve stepped on a sore nerve there. My
apologies.’
Penny smiled as she looked at the
massacred piece of lasagne.
‘I only asked because that hoodie looks
way too big to belong to you,’ Henry said.
‘I just like big jumpers or hoodies.
They’re comfortable. There isn’t a Mr Meadows, there never has been. Everyone
in the town says I should be married with babies by now so it gets a bit
wearing. I… I’ve had my heart broken in the past and I guess I’m wary of
falling in love again.’
She stared at her dinner in horror, why
did she feel the need to divulge that to him, she barely knew the man. How much
wine had she drank to loosen her tongue that much? It wasn’t even true. She
wasn’t not with someone because she was scared of falling in love again, she
was just happier on her own. It was easier this way. She took the last sip of wine
in her glass and went to the stove to pour herself some more.
‘So you’ll have to go to the Christmas Eve
Ball now you’re a resident of White Cliff Bay,’ Penny said, desperately trying
to change the subject. ‘Daisy will love it, there’s music and fine food and
dancing, there’s also a big ice carving competition there this year.’
‘I’m not sure a ball is really my sort of
thing. I’m too big to dance gracefully.’
‘Everyone goes, you have to go. It’ll be a
great way for you to meet people and I’m sure Daisy will be upset if you don’t
take her.’
Henry still seemed undecided.
‘It’s for charity, you sort of have to
go.’
He smiled at her again and she cursed
herself for reacting like a silly school girl with a crush.
‘Well if it’s for charity then I can’t say
no can I?’
Penny grinned and shook her head. Noticing
he had finished his lasagne, she stood up and took his plate to the sink.
‘Shall we go into the front room? It’s a bit cosier.’
What was she doing? She didn’t need to get
cosier with this beautiful man, with this beautiful married man. But Henry was already standing up and moving in there,
taking his new best friend Bernard with him.
She watched him go. She could do this, be
in the same room with a man she was insanely attracted to without launching
herself at him. A giggle burst from her throat at this thought. She had never
launched herself at anyone in her entire life, it was unlikely she was going to
start now. She was rubbish when it came to approaching men or even talking to
them. Henry was easy to talk to. Although she was attracted to him, being
married meant he was safe and she had spoken more to him tonight than she had
to almost any man. She would just enjoy his company tonight and hopefully
tomorrow she could pick up in the same place with his wife too.
She plated up two minced pies and followed
him. She stopped when she saw him on all fours in front of the fire place
trying to light the fire. Good lord his arse was a sight to behold. She
couldn’t help but stare at it as he wiggled it around setting twigs and papers
in between the bigger logs.
Bernard seemed transfixed by his arse too
and she quickly grabbed his collar before he decided that humping Henry was a
good idea. She had almost forgotten that Bernard liked to hump most of the
guests that came to the house. She didn’t get too many visitors up here, but
poor Jill, her cleaning lady had been humped several times over the years,
especially when she got on all fours to dust or clean. Bernard thought the
whole thing was clearly a game and the more his victims tried to wiggle or
escape, the more Bernard clung on for dear life, like he was riding a Bucking
Broncho.
‘Bed!’ Penny said, pointing to Bernard’s
basket. Bernard seemed to sigh theatrically at having his fun thwarted. ‘Bed,
now.’ Bernard slunk off with disappointment and climbed into his basket.
‘Erm that’s a very nice offer, but we’ve
only just met,’ Henry said and then laughed as he watched her flush.
She sat down on the sofa and to her
surprise he sat down next to her. There were three other chairs that he could
have sat in but he chose to sit next to her. She wanted to get up and move away
from him but that would appear rude. His smell was intoxicating, sweet but
spicy like cinnamon, zest and cloves. He smelt of Christmas, of the pomanders
she used to make with her parents when she was younger and hang them over the
fire. She wanted to press her nose to his neck and breathe him in.
He didn’t say anything, he just stared at
her like a starved man would stare at steak.
He suddenly leaned forward and brushed his
finger across her cheek. Electricity sparked through her at the softest of
touches and she leapt back away from him.
Henry’s eyes widened in horror. ‘I’m so
sorry, I’m not normally this creepy I promise. I don’t normally go round touching
strange women. You had sauce on your cheek, I was just wiping it off. On
hindsight I probably should have just told you.’ He stared down at his wine.
‘What did you put in this thing? It’s gone straight to my head.’
Penny tried to find her voice, to try and
say something to put him at ease, but she could still feel his touch on her
cheek. Had it really been that long since she was touched by a man that her
body reacted this insanely over a simple graze of her cheek?
She cleared her throat. ‘I didn’t think it
was creepy.’
‘You didn’t.’
‘A bit inappropriate maybe but not
creepy.’
‘Very inappropriate, I’m sorry.’
Silence descended and sparks seemed to
crackle between them like the flames in the fireplace.
Penny passed him a mince pie, suddenly
feeling nervous around him for the first time that night. He took it and bit
into it, obviously still embarrassed by his overly tactile moment earlier.
‘Mmm this is delicious, I’m so rubbish at
making mince pies, I just can’t seem to get them right.’ He took another bite
and moaned softly with pleasure. ‘So tell me more about this ball, will I have
to wear a suit?’
She was relieved to move the topic back
onto safer ground, although the sudden vision of Henry in a suit was doing
nothing to stop these inappropriate thoughts from swirling around her head.
‘Erm yes, everyone gets dressed up in
their best clothes.’
Henry pulled a face.
‘I’m sure you’ll look very sexy in a
suit.’ Good lord, what had she put in
the mulled wine, some kind of truth serum? His eyebrows shot up, the mince pie
frozen half way to his mouth. ‘I’m sorry, I’m rubbish around men I really am.
I’m trying to say things to you that I’d say to my girl friends. ‘Oh you’d look
beautiful in that dress, those shoes look so good on you.’ Please don’t take it
the wrong way, I’m not chatting you up.’
He resumed eating his pie and Penny was
surprised to see what looked like a brief flash of disappointment cross his
face, but then it was gone.
She took a sip of the wine.
‘What charity is it for?’
‘It changes every year, this year we’re
raising money for research into miscarriages, stillbirths and premature
babies.’
‘That’s sounds like a very worthy cause.
My sister, Anna, miscarried, I know how utterly heart breaking it can be. She
has two beautiful children now, but I don’t think the pain of it ever really
goes away.’
She stared at him, a huge lump forming in
her throat. He understood. He stared right back, narrowing his eyes slightly.
When he spoke his voice was soft. ‘I’m guessing you’ve lost a baby too.’
She swallowed. ‘You’re very astute. It was
a long time ago, eight years in fact. I was only twenty one.’ It had been a
long time since she had spoken about it too but he seemed to command so much
honesty from her. ‘You’re very easy to talk to. I never talk about this with
anyone. Chris and I had only been going out for a three or four months but I
just knew that he was my happy ever after, that we were going to be together
forever. Then I fell pregnant. He didn’t want to keep it, he wanted to travel
the world, not be tied down by a baby. But there was no way I could get rid of
it, from the moment that I found out, I loved that baby with everything I had.
I was nearly four months when I lost it. Chris was so relieved, he practically
cheered when I told him. I couldn’t stop crying, for the baby, for his reaction
to it. He left me a few days later. I was heartbroken.’
‘I’m so sorry.’
‘It’s fine. Well its not but it was a very
long time ago. And looking back now, I’m so glad we never stayed together. He
was wrong for me in every way. I cannot even begin to imagine raising a child
with him. He was an ass. So maybe in some horrible way it was for the best.’
‘I went through a similar thing myself
when I was sixteen, got my girlfriend pregnant. She was horrified, kept saying
that she wanted an abortion, that the baby would ruin her life. I couldn’t bear
the thought of that, this was my child and I couldn’t believe that she hated
this baby so much when it hadn’t even been born. Thankfully her parents were
catholic and wouldn’t let her have an abortion but they blamed me entirely and
I wasn’t allowed anywhere near her. They moved away and said the baby was going
to be put up for adoption. I was absolutely gutted. I suppose I should have
been relieved, a drunken fumble that turned into a pregnancy, I was sixteen
years old with my whole life in front of me and her parents were giving me a
way out, but I never saw it like that. I never saw my girlfriend again, last I
heard she ran away to Australia not long after the baby was born.’
Penny stared at him in horror. Was it
worse that Penny had lost her baby or that Henry had a baby somewhere that he
wasn’t allowed to see? ‘What happened to your baby?’
Just then Bernard leapt up from his
position at the window and started barking furiously at something unseen
outside.
Henry quickly moved to the front door as
if he was ready to take on the world. She giggled at his over protectiveness as
he flung the door open and Bernard ran out into the night.
‘It’s just rabbits, Bernard hates them.’
She followed Henry to the door as he stood
on the doorstep with his fists clenched scanning the darkness for any threat.
Bernard was sniffing round the rabbit holes, clawing at the grass with his big
paws, with the obvious hope that one day one of the rabbits would run straight
out the hole and into his mouth.
Clearly seeing that there was no one
waiting outside ready to kill them, Henry turned back and banged into her,
nearly sending her flying. His hands shot out and grabbed her arms. She looked
up at him, silhouetted against the night sky, tiny flakes of snow fluttering
around him like icing sugar, his sweet, spicy scent washing over her as he was
standing so close. She had bared her soul to this man tonight and for the first
time in a very long time, she wanted nothing more than to reach up and kiss
him. Weirdly enough he looked like he wanted the same thing, as his eyes
darkened with desire and then scanned down to her lips. What the hell? He was
married. It was bad enough that she was having inappropriate thoughts about a
married man, it was absolutely not ok for him to be having those same thoughts
about her.
She took a definite step back. ‘Well it’s
getting late and I have to be up early tomorrow so maybe you should go.’
He stared down at her with confusion and
she knew she had been sending some very mixed messages that night.
‘Yes, of course. I’ll let you get to bed,’
he said, softly.
‘And I look forward to meeting Daisy
tomorrow,’ Penny said, waiting for the guilt to cross his face at the mention
of his wife. But there was no remorse there at all. He just nodded, walked
through her kitchen and out the back door, not giving her a single backward
glance.
She breathed in the cool night air,
determined to clear her mind then called Bernard in. He ran in, shook wet
snowflakes all over her and then launched himself at the sofa where they had
been sitting just moments before. She sighed and went into the kitchen.
How unfair was it that the first man in
years that she’d had any kind of feelings for was beautiful, intriguing,
intelligent, worked with his hands, kind and married.
She was better off alone, that had been
her mantra for the last eight years and she was sticking to it.
She jolted at a sudden noise from next
door and she watched as the bookshelf was pushed away from the connecting door.
He’d done that for her and she wanted to hug him and shake him in equal
measure. He was married and it seemed he needed reminding of that even more
than she did.
Daisy would be back tomorrow, hopefully
that would stop any of that chemistry that was sparking between them.
*
Henry turned the downstairs light off and
wandered upstairs to bed. There was something so attractive about Penny. Even
tonight wearing that oversized hoodie over black leggings and her hair pulled
up in a messy ponytail, she looked adorable. She was fascinating too, he could
have chatted to her all night. But she didn’t seem to know what she wanted.
Flirting with him one moment and completely back pedalling the next. He didn’t
need another complicated woman in his life, Daisy was his entire world. But as
he lay down in bed, it was Penny’s smile and those intense green gold eyes that
he thought off before he drifted off to sleep.
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