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CHAPTER THREE

‘I WISH we weren’t leaving, Mum. You said we could stay a few more days.’ Jamie picked up a sweater and rammed it into the case, his lower lip trembling. ‘I’ll miss the school trip.’

Rachel bit back a sharp retort, realising that it was unfair to take her feelings out on Jamie. All night long she had lain sleeplessly, going over what Stephen had said to her. She’d got up just before dawn and made coffee, then sat at the kitchen table with it growing cold as she had come to a decision.

She had to leave the town. Staying here now was out of the question. She couldn’t face the thought of seeing Stephen again. He hated her and she would have to live with that for the rest of her days.

‘I’m sorry, darling. I know it’s disappointing for you, but there will be other trips when you get back to your old school.’

‘Not like this one! I hate my old school, I hate that horrible flat and I hate that man—because he’s why we’re going!’

Tears rolled down Jamie’s face but Rachel remained stunned into immobility. ‘Wh—which man?’

‘You know who—that man who came here yesterday. He scared you and that’s why we’re going. I hate him, I hate him, I hate—!’

‘Stop it!’ Rachel gripped her son by his thin shoulders, her face ashen. ‘Stop that right now. I will not have you behaving like this, Jamie.’

She rarely spoke to the child so sharply, but then he had never thrown a tantrum like this before. She let Jamie go, feeling the tears burning her eyes. Their lives were falling apart, everything she had striven so hard to achieve crumbling around them. Yet she couldn’t explain to Jamie what was happening and why. He was far too young to cope with such a burden.

She took a steadying breath, her voice as level as she could make it. ‘We are leaving today because we have to. It has nothing to do with Stephen Hunter. Now, I want you to pack your things like I told you to and let’s have no more of this nonsense.’

Jamie scuffed the toe of his trainer against the rug. ‘I wish we could stay though, Mum.’

Rachel forced a smile, her heart aching at his downcast expression. ‘I know you do, darling, but we can’t. Quite apart from the fact that I don’t have a job here, we would have no place to live. Aunt Edith only rented this house and the landlord wants to let it to someone else as soon as he can.

‘So come along, let’s get a move on. If we hurry, we can catch the train before lunch. Then there will be time to see your friends when we get home and tell them everything you’ve been up to.’

Leaving Jamie to finish packing, Rachel hurried downstairs. Most of the furniture was too shabby to bother with, but there were some small items of Aunt Edith’s which she wanted to take with her.

She found a sturdy cardboard box then set about emptying the shelves in the sitting room of their ornaments. None of them were of any great value, but Aunt Edith had treasured them and Rachel couldn’t bring herself to throw them out.

She stowed them carefully into the box, then paused when she came to the photo. She had forgotten it was there—had almost forgotten about it being taken during her last year at the Academy. Now, as she took it off the shelf, she knew it was what Stephen had been looking at the night before.

How had he felt, seeing it again after all this time? Had it brought back memories of what they had shared? Or was that time so long ago now that Stephen couldn’t even remember how they had felt about one another that summer?

With a pang Rachel realised that she would never know the answer, and maybe it was better that she didn’t. She packed the photo then found some tape to seal the box and it felt almost as though she was sealing away her past.

Whatever happened now it was over between her and Stephen Hunter. Now there wasn’t even the sweetness of memory to bind them together...

‘I don’t know how you pulled it off, Stephen! What a coup!’

David couldn’t hide his admiration. Stephen smiled, but his eyes showed little genuine pleasure at what would go down as the deal of the century. The phones had been buzzing all morning but he had refused to take any calls, telling his secretary to inform everyone that he would be making a statement shortly. Once what he had achieved would have buoyed him up for months. Now it made little impression.

David appeared not to notice his lack of enthusiasm. ‘Did you have it planned from the outset? You did, didn’t you? My God, but you must have nerves of steel, Stephen. If you’d lost then the whole lot would have gone...’ David looked round the elegant office and swallowed. ‘But instead you allowed Rogerson’s to show their hand and ended up taking them over! I don’t know what to say.’

‘You seem to be managing quite well.’ Stephen heard the dry sting in his own voice and sighed. He got up from the desk and went to a cabinet hidden behind the pale grey ash panelling. He took out a bottle of malt whisky and poured some into a glass then offered it to David. ‘Join me in a toast?’

‘Thanks.’ David took it but his expression was puzzled. ‘I’ve never known you to drink at this time of the day.’

Stephen poured whisky into a second glass and swirled it around, his mouth twisting wryly. ‘There’s a first time for everything, so they say. So—a toast, then: to success; the only thing which matters in this life!’

He tipped the whisky down his throat but its fire did little to ease the coldness within. He set the glass down and went back to his desk, aware that David was watching him with an astonishment which made him feel instantly annoyed with himself. He didn’t want people speculating, wondering if there was anything wrong! But if David had any idea how he really felt...

Stephen picked up a file to study the figures on a projection sheet, but the numbers started to swim before his eyes as his mind raced back to what had happened yesterday, what had been said last night...

‘There’s nothing wrong is there, Stephen? We went through those figures a dozen times or more after you left.’

‘What?’ Stephen glanced up in confusion then shook his head. ‘No. I just wanted to double-check before we set everything in motion. Get on to Rogerson and tell him that I’ll be wanting to see him later today.’ He glanced at his watch. ‘Around three, I imagine. Don’t take any bull either. Rogerson won’t be happy about this, but make sure he knows he’ll have a hell of a lot more to lose by not co-operating.’

‘Will do.’ David sounded relieved. ‘I’ll get on to it right away. Will you be in your office until then or what? Just in case we need you...’

‘I’ll leave word with Trish. Check with her. You’ll be able to get me on the mobile anyhow.’

Stephen looked down at the projection sheet again as David left, but the figures were still dancing around. With a sigh he got up and went back to the drinks cabinet, then stopped with his hand halfway towards the bottle. That wasn’t the way to clear his head.

He walked back across the room to his private bathroom and sluiced his face with cold water, then stood and stared at his reflection in the mirror on the wall above the basin. He had just pulled off a deal most men would have given their right arm for, even though he hadn’t planned on doing it when he’d got up yesterday. Yesterday he had been prepared to let the whole lot go, and yet he had ended up taking over the company which had attempted to buy him out!

Now the combined power of Hunter Electronics and Rogerson’s would make the new operation so big that none could match it. He was right at the top, higher than he had even dreamed of going, yet he felt neither pleasure nor any sense of achievement, just this empty ache...

Rachel could never have loved him; he saw that now, finally. All these years the memory of her love had stayed with him, but he had simply fooled himself into believing something which hadn’t been true. Rachel had loved Robert, borne Robert’s child, had stayed faithful all this time to his cousin’s memory...

God, how it hurt to discover that, but the truth had to be faced—as did the fact that there were certain obligations he needed to attend to. Yesterday he hadn’t been thinking clearly, had failed to see the implications of what he had found out.

Now Stephen realised it couldn’t end here. There were more loose ends to tie up than he had imagined. But after that was done Rachel was going out of his life for good!

It was raining when the taxi dropped them at the station. Rachel stacked their case and the box on the pavement then paid the fare. She added a very small tip, ignoring the driver’s obvious disgust as he roared away. She had just as much need of the money as he, and she couldn’t afford to be overly generous!

There seemed to be a lot of people milling around outside the main entrance. Rachel worked her way through the crowd, only to be brought to a halt by a uniformed station employee.

‘Sorry, miss, you can’t go in. Station’s closed.’

‘Closed? But we have a train to catch in fifteen minutes.’

The man shook his head, putting out a restraining hand as another passenger tried to walk past. ‘Sorry, sir. Like I was just telling this young lady, station’s closed. Been a derailment further down the line, there has, and until we’ve sorted it out all trains have been cancelled.’

As though to reinforce the seriousness of the situation, a cavalcade of emergency vehicles came roaring along the road with their sirens wailing. Within minutes the police were clearing the area and setting up yellow and black tape barriers to keep sightseers at bay.

Rachel hurried Jamie away, the weight of the case and the box dragging on her arms. She stopped to put them down, wondering what to do. The rain was beating down now and she didn’t relish the thought of standing around getting soaked until the trains were running again, but what choice did she have? She had handed over the keys to Aunt Edith’s house on their way here, so they couldn’t go back.

Jamie shivered, his small face pinched and wan as he stood dejectedly at her side. ‘I’m cold, Mummy.’

Rachel bent and gave him a quick hug, ‘I know, sweetheart. Maybe we can find a café and have a drink to warm us up?’

She straightened up and looked round, but the only café in sight already had a queue out of the door. Her gaze moved on over the traffic, which had been brought to a halt by the police, and she felt her heart lurch as her eyes locked with a pair of grey ones staring from the window of a big maroon Jaguar.

For a second Rachel stood stunned into immobility by the sight of Stephen, then she turned away, her heart thundering. Taking a firm grip on the suitcase and the box, she reached for Jamie’s hand. But at that moment the police sent a group of football supporters streaming noisily away from the station. Suddenly Rachel found herself caught up in the mêlée, saw to her horror Jamie being carried along with them.

‘Jamie... Jamie!’ she shouted, but within seconds the child had been swallowed up by the crowd. Dropping the case and the box, she tried to push her way through the people to get to him, but they resisted her efforts, a couple of the younger men deliberately barring her way.

‘What’s the hurry, darling? You don’t want to go rushing out of my life when we’ve only just met, do you?’

One of the men grabbed her around the waist and stared lustfully into her face while his friends laughed.

‘Let me go! Let...me...go!’ Rachel beat against the man’s chest with her clenched fists, panic eroding any caution.

The man’s smile faded, his face turning ugly. ‘Now that isn’t very nice. I don’t like people who don’t know how to take a joke...’

‘The joke’s over. Let her go.’

Stephen hadn’t raised his voice, but then he didn’t need to. Every word cut like a lash, making the younger man blanch. He let Rachel go at once, then elbowed his way into the crowd with his cronies following.

Rachel sucked in a terrified gasp but still felt breathless, her face bloodless. Stephen caught her arm, his fingers biting into her flesh through her wet raincoat.

‘Are you all right? Did he hurt you? Rachel?’

‘Jamie...!’ she managed to gasp, then saw that Stephen had no idea what she meant. ‘He...he’s caught up in that crowd! I can’t see him... I can’t see him, Stephen!’

‘I’ll get him. Stay there.’

Stephen didn’t hesitate as he pushed his way into the swell of bodies. He was a head taller than most, which was obviously an advantage. Suddenly he bent, and as Rachel watched he swung Jamie up in his arms.

He carried the child back, his powerful body forging a path through the crush of people. He set Jamie down beside Rachel then crouched down and looked sternly into the child’s frightened face.

‘You scared your mother half to death, young man. Make sure you hold onto her hand next time. Understand?’

Jamie nodded, too scared by what had happened to speak. He caught hold of Rachel’s hand and held it tightly, his eyes huge as he stared up at the man towering over him.

Rachel felt her legs go weak as reaction set in, and she swayed unsteadily. She heard Stephen utter something harsh as he slid his hand under her elbow. He retrieved her case and the box then led her to where he had left his car.

‘Get in. You look as though you’re likely to drop right where you’re standing.’

Rachel tried to pull back, but although Stephen’s grip didn’t hurt he held her firmly enough to make that impossible. ‘I’m fine. Really, Stephen, there’s no need to...’

He gave a short laugh which held scant amusement. ‘You don’t look fine. Now spare us both the indignity of a scene. Just get in, Rachel—because, believe me, I’m in no mood to persuade you politely that it is in your best interests and the best interests of the boy.’

It shouldn’t have hurt so much to hear Stephen speak like that but it did. ‘His name is Jamie! Is it so hard to remember who he is, Stephen?’

Stephen’s eyes shimmered with bitterness, and something which made Rachel want to weep. ‘No, it isn’t difficult. It’s only too easy to remember that.’

He opened the car door without another word. Rachel slid inside, watching numbly as Jamie got in the back. Just for a moment, as Stephen bent to help the child with his seat belt, their two heads were close together, one so dark and the other so fair. Then Stephen straightened, his face like stone as he slammed the door.

Rachel took a sobbing breath, feeling the anguish scoring deep inside her. What she had seen in Stephen’s eyes just now was everything she felt—all the pain, all the regret. Only it was worse for her because she knew just how different this situation might have been if she’d been able to tell him the truth! Yet how could she do that when she had no idea what the consequences might be?

If Stephen had been the boy she had fallen in love with ten years ago then she would have told him—here, now, this very second. But he wasn’t.

Stephen Hunter, the father of her child, was a stranger now. And it terrified her to imagine what Stephen might do if he ever found out that Jamie was his son!

‘Where are we going?’

It had taken some time to work their way out of the traffic. Rachel had sat silently, engrossed in her own painful thoughts, while Stephen negotiated the busy roads. Now they had left the town behind, she suddenly realised, and were heading for the open country.

Stephen barely spared her a glance as he increased the car’s speed until the hedges became just a green blur. ‘To my house. We’ll be there in a few minutes.’

‘Your house?’ Rachel could hear the shock in her voice. She glanced in panic through the window but the rain was still falling steadily, making it impossible to tell where they were. All she knew was that the last thing she wanted was to go to Stephen’s home!

‘I don’t think that’s a good idea, Stephen. Please take us back into town. Jamie and I have a train to catch and...’

‘And a long wait ahead of you by the look of it.’ He smiled thinly, his hands steady and confident on the wheel, his eyes centred on the grey ribbon of road ahead. ‘It will be hours before the trains are running again. What exactly do you intend to do until then? Stand around getting soaked?’

He shot a quick glance in the mirror at the child sitting silently in the back and his mouth tightened. ‘I suggest you think about your son. He looks in no fit state to stand around in the rain.’

Rachel’s face flamed at the criticism, but when she turned to glance at Jamie she was forced to swallow the angry retort. The child didn’t look well, his face sickly white, his eyes almost black in contrast. Reaching out, Rachel laid her hand on Jamie’s forehead, shocked to feel how hot his skin was.

‘Aren’t you feeling well, darling?’ she asked softly.

Jamie shook his head. ‘I feel funny. Sort of hot—and my head hurts.’

‘Why didn’t you say so?’ Rachel frowned. ‘You should have told me you were feeling poorly.’

Jamie bit his lip and glanced pointedly at the man behind the wheel. ‘You said we had to leave. I thought you’d be cross.’

‘Oh, Jamie!’

Rachel sighed and squeezed Jamie’s hand. She turned back to face the road then flushed as she caught the look in Stephen’s eyes. Stephen knew why she had been so desperate to leave! She waited for him to pass some pithy comment, but surprisingly his tone was almost gentle as he spoke to Jamie.

‘When we get to my house I’ll have my housekeeper give you something to ease your headache. Just try to rest for now, there’s a good boy.’ Stephen glanced at Rachel and his voice hardened. ‘I imagine it’s the fright he had when you two got separated which has upset him.’

‘Perhaps. But I really don’t see any need for you to go to all this trouble, Stephen. You must have far more important things to do. If you would just take us back to the station, I’m sure the trains will be running shortly.’

‘I’m sure they will. However, it wasn’t just coincidence that I saw you this morning. I went to the station specifically to find you.’ Stephen must have seen her surprise because he smiled thinly. ‘A neighbour told me that was where you’d gone. She’d seen you leaving with your case and put two and two together.’

‘But why?’ Rachel cleared her throat, feeling her heart start to hammer in sudden nervous anticipation. ‘What did you want to see me about?’

Stephen glanced pointedly in the mirror. ‘Perhaps it would be better if we wait until later to discuss that, Rachel.’

Rachel knew he was right; with Jamie listening this was hardly the time to demand an explanation. Yet the more she thought about it the more uneasy she became. Stephen would never have gone to the trouble of following her to the station if he hadn’t considered it to be important that he speak to her. But what was it about?

‘Here we are.’

Stephen turned the car between tall stone pillars which marked the entrance to a long driveway. Rachel stared through the window, experiencing a sudden curiosity to see where he lived despite her initial reluctance to come. However, it was only as they rounded a bend in the driveway that she suddenly realised which house it was.

Rachel felt the colour drain from her face as they drew up. She heard Stephen cut the engine then open his door, but everything seemed to be happening from a distance as she sat there and stared at the house with disbelieving eyes.

She had been here only once before, many years ago, with Stephen, but she recognised the house immediately, despite the fact that there had been many dramatic changes made to it. Then the house had been little more than a ruin, having fallen into that state after the death of its elderly owner, a former prima ballerina.

She and Stephen had been out for a walk when they had come across the house by chance, and Rachel had been persuaded to climb the crumbling wall by much gentle teasing from Stephen. Hand in hand they had wandered the overgrown grounds, and then Stephen had found a window hanging open and they had gone inside the house.

The place had echoed with the sound of their footsteps, the dust and dirt lying thickly everywhere. Yet despite its condition there had been a beauty about the old house which even the grime and decay couldn’t detract from.

They had examined each of the rooms in turn, then made love in one of the empty bedrooms, the sunlight spilling through the dusty window falling on their two bodies as they lay entwined in each other’s arms. And afterwards, as Rachel had bent and kissed him, her eyes adoring, she had whispered, ‘If we ever have a house then this is the one I want, Stephen. This one...no other...’

‘Ready, Rachel?’

The sound of her own voice receded into the past. Rachel stared at Stephen, the shock still rippling through her body, the questions pounding inside her head. Why had Stephen bought this house when he could have had his pick? Had he...had he been influenced by the memory of what had happened here that day?

Her brain spun as she tried to make sense of something which made so little, yet which filled her with a breathless kind of hope. Maybe, just maybe that was the answer...?

‘Are you coming in, Rachel, or do you intend to sit there all day?’

Stephen’s voice was full of impatience and nothing more. Rachel searched his face for one long moment as the world seemed to hold its breath, waiting, then slowly she got out of the car and walked past him, and the fragile bud of hope died a painful death.

Stephen watched her go, his hand tightening around the keys he held until they bit into his palm. He was glad of the pain. Slowly he eased his grip, felt the tension which had beset him seep away to leave him oddly deflated.

What had he hoped for in bringing Rachel here?

He could tell himself that he’d had little choice, that they could hardly discuss what needed to be discussed in the street—especially in the state Rachel had been in before—that taking Rachel back to the office would have aroused the kind of speculation he preferred to avoid! All that made sense enough but it wasn’t the truth, not the whole truth, Stephen knew.

Had he chosen to bring Rachel to this house today so that she would recall what had happened here all those years ago? And if she remembered, what then? Exactly what had he been hoping for?

Stephen slammed the car door, his mouth twisting with self-mockery as he shot another look at Rachel’s rigid back, at the child standing by her side. What he and Rachel had shared was long past; the boy was all the proof he needed of that. Frankly, that was the only thing either of them needed to remember!