They were relaxing on Bradford’s Zodiac boat, having lunch with his brother, Kevin and his wife, Nancy. It was a lovely afternoon. Chantel was sitting next to Bradford, listening to Nancy’s stories of her visit to Cuba when he reached for her hand.
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I was so engrossed in the article I was reading on my laptop that I didn’t even notice that Marcia had walked into my office. I looked up when she tapped on the door frame. She was smiling broadly. “It’s April 12 today,” she said.
I stared at her blankly. She looked great as usual. I wonder if she knows that I have a “thing” for her.
She came over to my desk. “Today is my tenth anniversary with the company,” she said. “Didn’t you read my email?”
“No, I didn’t. Sorry,” I mumbled as I quickly pulled up my emails and sure enough, there was an unopened one from her. It wasn’t there before or I would have definitely opened it. I opened it and read it. It said, Guess what, Ramesh. Today’s my tenth anniversary with Catapult. To celebrate I was wondering if you would like to join me for free barbecue lunch at Joe’s right down the street?
My heart was beating fast with excitement now. She wanted to celebrate her anniversary with me. I looked up at her. “Sure, I’d love to join you,” I said, eagerly.
She smiled, making my heart skip a beat. “Great. We’ll leave at twelve-fifteen and get there for Twelve-thirty. I’ll come and get you.”
I smiled and nodded. After she left my office, I turned my attention back to the article I was reading but couldn’t concentrate. I got up from my desk and walked over to the window.
As I looked down at the busy street below, I thought about the times when I wanted to ask Marcia out but was too chicken to do. I had no idea how she felt about me. I didn’t know if she would be interested in going out with me. I’m floored by the fact that she asked me out. The thought scared and excited me at the same time. I didn’t want to get my hopes up. Maybe this was just what it was–I was going for a free barbecue lunch with a co-worker and nothing more. Still, the way she looked at me when she was standing in front of my desk and the fact that she came to my office when she didn’t receive a reply to her email encouraged me.
I glanced at my watch. Two hours to go. I hope they go by quickly. I was anxious to leave my office and step out into the bright sunshine. It was a beautiful day, not your typical spring day, mind you, it was mild. The weather was in double digits.
I returned to my desk and tried to get some work done. I will finish reading the article another time.
I was ready when she popped by my office and as I followed her to the elevators, I felt like I was on my first date with a pretty girl whom I had a major crush on. I was nervous and prayed that I wouldn’t make a fool of myself. I tried not to stare at her when we were in the elevator but it was hard not to. She looked amazing in the sleeveless dress which was knee length, revealing very long and shapely calves. Her thick curly hair fell in unruly waves about her shoulders. I was tempted to touch them but I kept my hands to myself.
I felt a little hot in my jacket but I wanted to look presentable. It was a pleasant walk to the restaurant which was filled but we were able to get a table by the window. Over mouthwatering beef and lamb ribs we talked animatedly about a lot of things. We had such fun getting to know each other better and sharing funny stories about family and friends. I was sorry when it was time to head back to the office.
We were alone in the elevator this time. I turned to her. This was my chance. “Marcia, thank you for inviting me to lunch. I had a great time. If you’re not busy tomorrow evening, I was hoping that you would have dinner with me.”
She smiled. “I thought you’d never ask,” she teased. “Of course, I’d love to.”
My chest swelled and as we exited the elevator and I walked to my office, there was a little spring in my step. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow evening to come.
This was written for the Ragtag Daily Prompt for today’s prompt, April. If you’re interested in participating, click HERE for more information.
When Aubrey got the job of photographer at Harper Magazine, she didn’t expect to meet Olivia Cromwell, the famous mystery writer or fall in love with her brother, Brent. The way Brent and she met was quite unexpected. It happened one afternoon when she had accompanied Susannah, her employer to the Cromwell estate in Yorkshire.
It was Aubrey’s job to take the photos while Susannah did the interview. So, after meeting Olivia and taking photos of her, Aubrey left the Victorian style drawing-room to explore the rest of the manor. She wanted to take pictures of the study where the writer spent most of her time, working on her novels. And of course, she had to explore the sprawling and immaculate grounds and see the gazebo where the wedding ceremony scene from Olivia’s latest book was filmed.
She went into different rooms, admiring them and taking pictures. It felt really good having the freedom to do this and was grateful to Olivia for being so accommodating. Not everyone liked having a perfect stranger roaming about unsupervised in their homes. As she wandered down the hallway, she hoped that she would find her way back to the front foyer from where she could access the grounds. She would just have to rely on her memory and sense of direction.
There was a door straight ahead. It wasn’t open like the others but slightly ajar. Was someone in there? She approached it cautiously. When she reached it, she nudged it open a little wider and looked in. It appeared to be empty. She went inside what turned out to be a fairly large sun-room. Antique and modern furniture were juxtaposed with very impressive results. Bright sunshine streamed through the large French windows.
She crossed the carpet to look out and was greeted with an obstructed view of the grounds and the looming mountains in the distance. How pleasant it must be to see this every day. Life in the countryside must be very peaceful and stress free. What a welcome break it was from the hustle and bustle of the city. It was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop…
She heard a sound behind her and swung around, startled. A tall figure had stepped into the room from an adjoining room. He was wearing a white vest and held a blue shirt in his hand. Heart thudding she watched him warily, wondering who he was and why Olivia hadn’t mentioned that he was here. Suddenly, she felt like an intruder and her gaze shifted to the door she had come through, desiring to leave. But, she stood there, rooted to the spot, transfixed as their eyes met and held for what seemed like eternity.
He was very attractive and looked to be in his mid to late thirties. There was something very familiar about him. Where had she seen him before? She wished he would put on his shirt. The wide shoulders, broad chest and bare chiseled arms were very distracting, not to mention the narrow hips and long, muscular legs in the faded jeans. His hair was slightly damp as if he had just taken a shower. When he pulled on his shirt and began to button it, she couldn’t prevent the sigh of relief which escaped from her lips and she saw his mouth twitch.
“Are you lost?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No, I’m not lost but I feel as if I’m intruding so, I’ll leave—”
He moved closer. “No, please don’t leave on my account.” A pause and then, “Which publication are you with?”
She blinked at him. “Publication?”
“I assume that you belong to some publication and that the reason you’re here has to do with my sister. She mentioned that someone was coming over today to interview her.”
“Your sister?”
“Yes. I’m Brent Montague.” He finished tucking his shirt in his jeans. “Now you have me at a disadvantage. You know who I am but I don’t know who you are.”
“I-I’m Aubrey Williams and I work as a photographer for Harper Magazine.”
His gaze dropped to the camera in her hand before they returned to her face. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Aubrey,” he said, extending his hand.
They shook hands. “I didn’t think that anyone was here or I wouldn’t have come inside,” she said.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said quietly. “It’s not every day that I walk into this room and find a beautiful girl with a camera.”
He was still holding her hand as he staring down into her face. She wondered if he could hear how fast her heart was beating. “Do you live here?”
He shook his head. “No, I’m just visiting.”
“I-I really must go now,” she said, looking down at their hands, hers buried in his.
“Why are you in such a hurry to leave?” he asked.
“I’m not in a hurry,” she protested. “I just wanted to take a walk on the grounds before Susannah is ready to leave. I was hoping to see the gazebo where the scene of the wedding in Olivia’s book took place.”
“Would you like me to show you around?”
“Yes, thank you.”
He released her hand and she preceded him out of the room. They walked down the hallway, through the foyer and out of the house. There was so much to see. The immaculate landscape seemed to stretch endlessly, dotted with colorful flowers and she paused at the fountain. It was truly a work of art, reminding her of the ones she saw in Rome. She felt as if she had stepped into a Jane Austen movie. He took her to the gazebo and stood on the small, arched footpath, watching as she snapped pictures from different angles. “It’s a perfect place for a wedding,” she remarked as she walked over to him. “Has anyone ever gotten married here?
He shook his head. “No, but my niece Marianne would have been the first if her fiancé hadn’t broken off their engagement a month before the wedding.”
“How awful.”
“Yes, it was a terrible shock for everyone. It will take some time for Marianne to recover. Right now, she’s in Barcelona.”
“Do you know why he broke it off?”
“I think he got cold feet.”
“Does Olivia have other children?”
“Yes, two sons. One lives in Paris and the other in Barcelona.”
She wondered if he was married or had a girlfriend. She couldn’t imagine that a man like him would be unattached. After casting a furtive glance at his hand and not seeing a ring, she asked him, “Have you read any of Olivia’s books?”
He nodded. “Yes. She dedicated the first one to me. When we were children, she used to read bedtime stories to me. One night, she decided that instead of reading from a storybook, she would make up a story. Her stories were so exciting that I didn’t want to go to sleep so our mother ended up reading to me but whenever we were alone, Olivia would tell me her stories. I encouraged her to become a writer because she had such a master at it.”
“And now she’s a very successful one. I’m a big fan.”
“If you don’t mind my asking, how old are you?”
“I’m twenty-four.”
“You look much younger.”
“Is that why you called me a girl when we were in the sun-room?”
He smiled slightly. “I believe I called you a beautiful girl.”
Suddenly feeling very self-conscious she looked away, her pulse quickening.
“I’m sorry, Aubrey. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
“I’m not embarrassed,” she replied. “I’m very flattered.”
“I can see that you’re not used to compliments. Don’t you receive any from your boyfriend?”
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Good. Then, there’s no one to object to my inviting you to have dinner with me tonight.”
She blinked. “Dinner with you tonight?”
“Yes. That unless you have another engagement.”
She shook her head. “I don’t.”
“Then, it’s settled. I shall see you this evening at seven. Where do you live?”
She gave him her address. “I’d better join the others now.”
“I will escort you back.” He started back to the manor, walking at a leisurely pace so that she could keep up with him. In the foyer, he bade her goodbye, adding, “I’m looking forward to seeing you later,” before he headed off in the opposite direction.
When she joined them in the drawing-room, Susannah and Olivia were waiting for her. “Ah, the wandering photographer has returned,” Olivia remarked.
“We were beginning to wonder why you were,” Susannah said. “You must have gotten quite a lot of photos in the time you were gone.”
Aubrey nodded. “I did and I met your brother,” she said to Olivia.
“Ah, yes. Brent. He’s very charming, isn’t he?”
“Yes.” And very exciting. Just talking and thinking about him made her stomach do somersaults.
“Is he still dating that French model?” Susannah asked.
Aubrey held her breath as she waited for Olivia’s reply.
“Heaven’s no,” Olivia said, waving her hand dismissively. “He ended that relationship ages ago. Don’t know why he got involved with her in the first place. I never did like the girl. She was vain, possessive and not very bright.”
“Is he seeing anyone now?” Susannah asked.
“No. He’s put relationships on hold, I think. Now, I shall ring for some tea and scones which we can have on the patio. It’s such a lovely day. Too lovely to be cooped up inside. Oh, Aubrey, dear, do you know where Brent is?”
Aubrey shook her head. “We parted company in the foyer.”
“What a pity. I was hoping that he would join us. Oh, well. I suppose he had some errands to run or something.”
Tea arrived about five minutes later and as they chatted over mouth watering scones, Aubrey wished that the rest of the afternoon would pass quickly. She couldn’t wait to see Brent again.
It was five minutes to seven and she was ready. She stood in front of the full length mirror to make sure she looked all right. He called her a beautiful “girl” but tonight she wanted him to see a beautiful “woman”. The knee length navy blue, wrap dress with the V neckline and spaghetti straps hugged the contours of her body and the nude strappy sandals flattered her shapely calves. Her hair was slicked down, giving her a classy, twenties look. No makeup, only lip gloss and simple but elegant jewelry adorned her ears and neck.
The doorbell rang. She glanced at her watch. It was exactly seven. He was very punctual. After another quick glance over her reflection, she went to answer the door, her heart racing. When she opened it, her eyes ran involuntarily over Brent’s tall frame. He was dressed in a black paisley dinner jacket, black silk shirt, no tie and black trousers. His hair was slicked back, giving him a polished look. Her heart was in her throat and she seem to have trouble breathing when she saw the way his eyes traveled slowly over her and then alighted on her face. She saw admiration and something else shimmering in their depths. “Hello,” she managed to say.
“You look ravishing,” he muttered, his expression tense.
“Thank you. And–and you look very handsome.”
His expression remained unchanged. “Thank you.”
She excused herself and went for her handbag. After closing and locking the door, she preceded him to the lift, aware of his eyes on her. She was so nervous. This was her first date ever. She hoped he wouldn’t find her company boring or tiresome or regret asking her to dinner.
Thankfully, the evening went much better than she anticipated. Over a sumptuous meal, he helped her to relax by telling her funny and entertaining stories.
When they were having dessert, he said to her, his expression serious, “I want to see you again, Aubrey.”
She looked at him. “I want to see you again too.”
“Do you know that after we parted company this afternoon, I couldn’t stop thinking about you? I kept wishing the hours would go by quickly so that I could see you again.”
She laughed. “I was wishing the same thing too,” she confessed.
“I don’t know what it is about you, Aubrey Williams, but you got to me in a way no other woman has ever done before. I felt it this afternoon when I first saw you.” He reached over and took her hand in his, his eyes intent on her face. “I hope I’m not moving too fast for you.”
She could hardly think straight with him caressing her fingers with his thumb. It was having a curious effect on her stomach. “You’re–you’re not,” she managed to say breathlessly.
“It’s just that I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.” And it scares me. “I want more of this. More of you, more of us. Together.”
“I want this too,” she said, her heart racing.
He raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. The feel of his lips on her skin made her tremble and she felt that strange sensation at the pit of her stomach again.
After dinner he took her dancing. That night marked the beginning of the rest of their lives together. Visitors to their home couldn’t miss the beautiful framed wedding photo of them kissing in the “perfect place for a wedding”— the Gazebo which was decorated with flower garland. At the bottom of the photo on the right side were the words, Happily Ever After.
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She was in the attic, lit candles in her hand. While the others were in the drawing room, she had slipped out and come up here, curiosity stronger than caution and common sense. Philip had shown her every part of the manor, except the attic. Why? Was there something up there that he didn’t want her to see or know about about? It had been where his older brother, Raymond slept. Raymond. She shuddered when she thought about him. She had never met him but had heard stories about him that made her blood run cold.
Apparently Raymond had brutally murdered his wife, Estelle before he vanished. Some people believed that he was dead while others believed that he was locked away in an asylum. She preferred to think of him as dead. Poor Philip to have had such a brother. No wonder the subject was so painful for him.
She hated attics. They were always so cold and dark. She wished they didn’t exist. She could find no purpose for them. This one, though was different. It was once used as a bedroom and study. There was a three panel window, flanked by paintings on the walls and in front of it stood a desk and a chair. On the left was a cot and on the right was a large chest. She looked at the chest, wondering what was in it.
Curious, she took a step toward it and as she moved, something caught her eye. She shone the light on it. It looked like a feature. She stooped down and picked it up to examine it closely. It was a feature from a lady’s hat. Whatever could it be doing here? Did it belong to Raymond’s wife? She slipped it into the pocket of her skirt and stood up. She continued toward the chest when she froze.
She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and she jumped to her feet. Someone was in the attic. She could sense it. The hand holding the candles began to shake. Heart thudding, she stood there, terrified to look around from whence came the unmistakable sound of footsteps…
“Constance?” It was Philip.
Almost weak with relief, she swung around to face him as he strode over to her, holding a lamp. “Oh, Philip,” she cried. “It’s you I heard. I thought someone else was in here with me.”
He studied her. “You look pale,” he remarked. “Are you all right?”
She nodded. “Yes, yes. I’m quite all right, now that you are here.”
“What were you doing in here?” he asked.
“I’m sorry, Philip. I was simply curious.”
He reached out and touched her cheek. “I am to blame. I should have brought you here when I gave you the tour of the house and then you would not have had to come here alone and be scared out of your wits. Do you forgive me?”
She smiled. “There is nothing to forgive, Philip. Beside, I don’t like attics. I find them to be very unpleasant.”
“So, I have no reason to believe that you will come up here again.”
“You have my word that I shall never set foot in this attic again.”
He smiled. “Very well then. Your parents were inquiring after you. Why don’t you go downstairs and join them? I shall be there shortly.”
“Very well, Philip.” She turned and quickly left the room, thankful to be out of there.
As soon as she was gone, Philip closed the door and turned as a tall figure stepped out of the shadows. Holding up the lamp, he stared into the face that was very much like his own. “What were you going to do if I hadn’t come in when I did?” he demanded.
“I was going to warn her about you.”
“It is a good thing for both her and you that you didn’t.”
“Raymond, you can’t get away with this.”
A frightening expression came over his brother’s face which made him recoil. There was a maniacal look in his dark eyes. “But, I have, my dear Philip. Everyone thinks I’m you, including your precious Constance and as long as they do, no harm will come to her. Now, if you will excuse me, I have guests. Goodnight, Philip. Sweet dreams.” He turned and walked out of the room. This time, he made sure to lock the door after him.
Philip sank to the floor and buried his white face in his shaking hands. Please, God, don’t let him get away with it any longer. Expose him for the fiend that he is and save my precious Constance.
Hours later when Constance and her parents got home, she remembered the feather she had found. She took it out and showed it to them. Her father, Chief Inspector with Scotland Yard, examined it closely. “Where did you find it?” he inquired.
“I found it laying on the floor in the attic. It looks like it belonged to a lady’s hat.”
“It looks very much like Estelle’s hat. I was with her when she bought it. She was very pleased with it.”
“You’re right, my Dear. She was wearing it on the night she was found dead in her husband’s study.”
Constance frowned. “If she was found dead in the study in the home she shared with her husband, Raymond, how do you account for this feather showing up in the Whitmore’s attic?”
Her father scratched his head. “That, my Dear, is something we will have to look into. In the meantime, don’t mention the feather to anyone, not even to Philip.”
“Very well, Father. Goodnight.” She kissed him on the cheek. “Goodnight, Mother.”
“Goodnight, Dear.” After she left, Mrs. Bennett turned to her husband who was studying the feather, his brow deeply furrowed. “Don’t be stay up too long, Charles” she advised. “Even Scotland Yard’s finest needs his rest.”
He absently nodded and she left him, her dress rustling as she moved. The house was quiet. Only the sound of the grandfather clock ticking was heard. He went into his study and closed the door. He sat down at the desk and turning on the lamp, he stared at the feather. What was it doing in the Whitmore attic? Why wasn’t it found on the same premises where the murder took place?
Was it possible that Estelle was murdered at the Whitmore residence and then taken to her home to implicate her husband? But why? Who would want to implicate Raymond in his wife’s murder? It couldn’t have been his brother, Philip. Philip was in the West Indies at the time of the murder. And the murder weapon had been found in the pond, wiped clean. It was the silver letter opener which Raymond had given Estelle as a wedding present. From the very beginning this case had baffled the Chief Inspector and now here was a clue which could very well turn out to be a red herring or a break in the case. Only time would tell which one it was.
This is in response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday’s photo prompt: Remains. For more details, click here.
When she went to the kitchenette to fill her bottle with water, Anton was there telling a couple of people about his camping trip with his friends. She couldn’t help but smile. He was such a droll when it came to telling stories. She filled her bottle and turned so that she was facing the group.
“Sounds like you had a lot of fun on your camping trip,” she said a few minutes later, when they were alone.
He went over to where she was. “I did,” he said, his eyes riveted to her face.
She wondered if he knew how much his closeness affected her. “Good,” she said, sounding a little breathless. “Where did you go camping?”
“Wild Boar Wood in West Sussex.”
“So, were there any women on your camping trip?” She had to ask.
He shook his head. “No, just the guys.”
She couldn’t hide her relief and she saw his expression change.
“Even if women were there, I wouldn’t have been interested in any of them,” he said quietly. “You must know by now, Tina, that I’m deeply attracted to you.”
Her chest began to rise and fall quickly and she seemed to have trouble breathing. “I’m your supervisor,” she reminded him.
“Yes, I know that we have a working relationship but we can’t deny how we feel about each other. I know that you’re attracted to me. I saw the look on your face when I told you that there weren’t any women on the camping trip. You don’t want me to be with another woman any more than I want you to be with another man. You can’t deny that you have feelings for me, Tina. I can see it on your face.”
Her resolve was beginning to weaken. “I’m older than you,” she said.
“Age is just a number,” he said dismissively. “Have dinner with me tomorrow night.”
“All right,” she acquiesced. “You win.” She was no match for the emotions that raged within her or his power of persuasion.
He smiled. “Good. I’ll pick you at seven-thirty.”
“I think we should get back to work now,” she said.
“Right,” he agreed. “I’ll get started on the report you asked me for.” He excused himself and quickly walked away.
For several minutes, she stood there, wondering if she had acted wisely. She couldn’t get past the fact that she was his supervisor and that there was a considerable age difference between them. Yet, try as she did, she couldn’t deny her feelings for Anton.
From the moment she first saw him, she knew that she was in trouble. His good looks, charm and friendly disposition made him irresistible. Working with him was a challenge. Many times, she found herself watching him and wondering if he had a girlfriend. She couldn’t imagine that someone like him would be unattached. It bothered her to see him talking to other women in the department, especially the younger ones.
Just yesterday, she had walked by the photocopier on her way to the boardroom for a meeting when she saw him standing there talking to Wendy, a pretty redhead. He had his back turned to her so he didn’t notice her. Her steps faltered and as she watched them talking, red, hot jealousy raged inside her. She was tempted to go over there and interrupt them but she came to her senses and hurried away before he saw her. When she was in the meeting, she had to literally force herself to focus on the business at hand and put the sight of Anton and Wendy out of her mind. Later when they were alone in her office going over some files, she said, “Wendy’s pretty, isn’t she?”
He glanced up at her. “I suppose so,” he said.
“I saw the two of you at the photocopier earlier today. I think she likes you.”
“Are you trying to set me up with her?” he asked, startling her.
“No,” she protested. “I—I was just making an observation.”
“Wendy’s a very nice girl but I’m not attracted to her.” He was staring at her now and the expression on his face made her heart palpitate. That was the first time she became aware of his attraction for her.
“Tina, Mr. Foster is waiting for you in your office.” Annette’s voice brought her back to the present.
“Thanks, Annette,” she said and followed her out of the kitchenette.
Several hours later when it was time to leave, Anton stopped by her office. She was straightening her desk. He went over to her. “Normally, I would tell you to have a good weekend,” he said. “But, I’ll be seeing you tomorrow.”
“Yes,” she said. She handed him a slip of paper with her address on it. When he took it, their fingers touched and her breath caught in her throat. Her skin seemed to burn. Their eyes met and held for a long time before she turned away to remove her jacket from the back of her chair. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Tina.” She heard him leave and turned round when he closed the door behind him.
Her skin still tingled where his fingers had touched it. She traced the area, her heart pounding when she remembered the expression on his face as they stared at each other. The desire she saw there was unmistakable. She wondered what would have happened if she hadn’t turned away. On the drive home, she mulled over it and nervous excitement rose in her whenever she thought of seeing Anton the following evening. What on earth am I going to wear? She wondered, racking her brains to see if there was an outfit that would be suitable. It had been ages since she had been on a date and it felt very strange going on one with someone she worked closely with.
As soon as she got home, she searched for something to wear and settled on a dress she had bought a month ago and had worn only once. It was a black slash neck dress with a flare skirt. On Saturday evening, she put it on and was satisfied with how it looked. She wore her hair in a chignon, allowing a few tendrils to frame her face. The strappy black and silver heels completed the outfit. The doorbell rang just as she took one last look at herself in the mirror. When she opened the door and saw Anton standing there, her heart leapt. He looked gorgeous in the charcoal grey suit with the black dress shirt and black tie. His eyes slid over her and when they returned to her face, admiration and desire shone in their depths. “You look amazing,” he said quietly.
“So do you.” As they walked to the lift, she could feel him watching her and she smiled, flattered.
The restaurant, set in a snug 18th century townhouse, was atmospheric in that the tables candle lit. Over dinner, he told her about himself. His father was British and his mother French. He had an older brother and a younger sister. He asked many questions about her and her family.
When they were having dessert, he said with a serious expression on his face, “I want to have a relationship with you, Tina. I know that you are hesitant because we work together and the age difference but we can’t deny how we feel about each other. It’s so hard for me to be around you and not want to touch you or kiss you. Quite a few people in our department are dating each other. At least, let’s give it a try and see what happens. What do you say?”
She toyed with her Black Currant Sorbet for a moment and then, looking up at him, she nodded. “Yes, let’s give it a try.” He was right. There was nothing to prevent them from having a relationship except her own misgivings which she knew had to do with her fear of getting hurt. She still couldn’t believe that he was attracted to her instead of someone closer to his age.
He smiled and reaching over, he caressed her hand, making her pulse race. They spent the rest of the night talking about all sorts of things and made plans to see each other the following day. When he took her home, he leaned down and was about to kiss her on the cheek when, heart thudding, she turned her head so that their lips touched.
Groaning, he deepened the kiss while backing her into the flat. Once they were inside, he kicked the door shut, his mouth moving feverishly over hers. She clung to him, kissing him back while her hands removed his jacket. His tie and shirt soon followed and then, she broke off the kiss, panting and grabbing him by the hand, she took him to her room.
The following day at the office, they smiled and kept exchanging knowing looks. She felt like a lovesick schoolgirl. When other people were around, they acted professionally around each other as before. They spent every evening together, either at her flat or his. Over the weekends, they went for drives, to the cinema, dinner, the theatre, concerts and nightclubs or for walks along the Quay. Tina knew that she was falling in love with him and hoped that he was with her. Once when he was taking a shower, she joined him and as he gazed down into her face, the water beating on his back, she saw the look in his eyes before he kissed her. There was no doubt in her mind that he cared for her.
One afternoon, she was on her way home to visit her sister, Vivien when she spotted Anton in front of a café. He was not alone. There was a traffic signal right there and she stopped as the light turned to red, craning her neck to see him and the girl he was with. She watched as he leaned over and said something to the pretty brunette, making her throw back her head and laugh. Then, she saw the girl reach up and put her arms around his neck, hugging him closely. Her fingers gripped the steering wheel as jealousy ripped through her.
The honk of a car horn behind her startled her. Dragging her eyes from the two figures on the sidewalk, she glanced up and saw that the light had changed to green. She pressed her foot on the gas and drove off. All sorts of thoughts were running through her mind. Who was the girl and what was he doing with her? And what about me? Is he getting bored of me? But he couldn’t be—not after the way he made love to me last night. She trembled at the memory. Is he seeing the both of us at the same time? Is he sleeping with her too? The pain and jealousy almost suffocated her.
How she managed to get to Vivien’s home without getting into an accident, she had no idea. As soon as her sister opened the door, she broke down. Concerned, Vivien hugged her for a moment until she had calmed down, then she put her arm around her shoulder and led her over to the sofa. “Tell me what’s got you so upset,” she encouraged her gently. She handed her the box of tissues that was on the coffee table and waited patiently while she dried her eyes and wiped her nose. “I’ve never seen you like this before.”
Taking her time, Tina told her everything. “I love him, Vivien. It really hurt to see him with her.”
“Does he love you?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. He hasn’t said so as yet.”
“Based on what you have told me, it’s obvious that he has feelings for you. There might not be anything going on between him and the girl. It may all turn out to be innocent. When you see him tomorrow, ask him about her.”
“And what if he’s seeing her?”
“Then, you must end your relationship with him.” She reached out and covered her hands. “I hope it all works out for you, Tina.”
Tina didn’t answer. At that moment, her world was in an upheaval and she didn’t know what she was going to do if it turned out that Anton was two-timing her.
She drove to work the next day, feeling awful. She hadn’t slept a wink at all last night. Anton wasn’t at his desk when she got in and she went into her office and closed the door. She knew she couldn’t avoid him but she dreaded the moment when she would have to talk to him. Once when he knocked on the door and poked his head in, she pretended that she was on the phone. He didn’t disturb her after that.
It was after twelve when she came out of her office and stopped short when she saw the same girl she had seen Anton with sitting in a chair next to his desk. What is she doing here, she wondered, resentfully. The girl didn’t see her. She was sitting with her back turned to her and was on her cell phone texting.
She was tempted to walk over to her and find out who she was. As she stood there, trying to figure out what to do, Anton came up behind her. She felt him caress her arm and she swung round to face him.
“What’s the matter?” he asked when he saw the expression on her face.
“Who’s the girl over there at your desk?” she demanded in a low, angry voice. She couldn’t hide her jealousy.
He looked over her shoulder and then back at her. “You mean my sister?” he asked, raising his eyebrows quizzically.
She gaped at him. “Your sister?” she repeated, wondering if she had heard correctly.
“Yes, my sister. Come, let me introduce you.” He took her by the arm and led her over to the brunette who glanced up at them. “This is my sister, Louise. Louise, this is Tina.”
Louise smiled and held out her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Tina. Anton has told me so much about you.”
Tina shook her hand, dazed and feeling like a complete fool. “It’s nice to meet you too,” she murmured.
Anton turned to her, “Louise and I are going to have lunch. Would you like to join us?”
She shook her head. “Thank you, but I already had my lunch and I have a meeting in about fifteen minutes.”
Anton grabbed his jacket and pulled it on. “I’ll see you when I get back.”
Louise stood up. She was a tall girl. “I hope to see you again, Tina,” she said.
Tina managed a smile. “Me too.” She watched them as they walked away and then went back into her office. She sat down at her desk and leaned her head against the leather upholstery, her mind whirling. The heaviness which had been on her heart was gone. She went to her meeting in better spirits. When it was over, she went back to her office and waited for Anton to return from lunch.
When he did, she called him on his extension, asking him to go in and see her. He went in right away and walked over to her desk. “You’ve been avoiding me all morning,” he said, “and I’d like to know why.”
She got up from the desk and went up to him. “I have a confession to make,” she said quietly, wringing her hands nervously. “Yesterday I saw you with Louise, only I didn’t know at the time that she was your sister and I thought…”
“And you thought that I was seeing another woman behind your back. Oh, Tina,” he groaned, raking his fingers through his hair in frustration. “How could you think such a thing? Can’t you tell by now that I love you?”
Her heart stopped. “You love me?”
“Yes! I love you so much that I ache inside.”
“I love you too. I’m sorry for being such a jealous fool. When I saw you with her, I was so hurt, so jealous. I—I was going to talk to you about it today but I couldn’t seem to work up the courage to do so.”
He reached for her and pulled her into his arms. “There’s no reason for you to be jealous of other women,” he told her huskily. “I love you. I want to be with you. I want to marry you.”
She stared at him. “Marry me?”
“Yes. That’s why you saw me with Louise yesterday. She went with me to De Beers to help me to choose a ring for you. I was planning to propose to you tonight over dinner at my place. Afterwards, we went to a cafe. You must have seen us just before we parted company.”
She began to cry and he hugged her tightly. “I’m so sorry,” she sobbed.
He drew back to look down at her. “What are you sorry about?” he asked.
“I’m sorry for ruining your surprise and for doubting you…”
“Don’t cry,” he said. “You haven’t ruined anything and I would have reacted the same way if I had seen you hugging a strange man.
She smiled at him through her tears. “I’m so lucky to have you,” she cried.
He cupped her face between his hands and rubbed the tears away with his thumbs. “I’m the lucky one,” he muttered thickly before he lowered his head and kissed her. Wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, she kissed him back.
Sources: Time Out;Ali Express; Andrew Edmunds; De Beers
She fluffed the pillows and then reached for the mystery novel she bought yesterday, feeling nice and snug under the thick, downy comforter while it flurried outside. Just as she opened the book and began reading, the doorbell rang. At first she ignored it, thinking that someone had made a mistake. It happened sometimes. When it rang persistently, she sighed irritably, closed her book and climbed out of bed. She glanced at the time on her alarm radio. It was ten-thirty. Who could be calling at her flat at this time?
She slipped her feet into her slippers, pulled on her robe and hurried from the bedroom. After switching on the light in the hall, she went to the front door and peered out. Her eyes widened in surprise and dismay. Immediately, she unlocked the door and flung it open, her expression censorious as she met the sheepish gaze of her teenage nephew. “Christopher Holloway, what on earth are you doing here? Do you have an idea what time it is?”
He shifted from one foot to the other, hands shoved in the pockets of his coat which was lightly dusted with snow. “I’m sorry, Aunt Bev,” he said. “But, I had to see you.”
“Come in,” she said, stepping aside to let him pass. After she closed and locked the door, she turned to face him. “Does your Dad know that you’re here?”
He shook his head. “He wasn’t even home when I left. Sometimes he stays out late.”
“Well, we’re going to call him right now so that he can come and get you. Do you have his cell number on you?”
He nodded and reluctantly gave her his cell after speed dialing the number. She took the phone from him. It ran a few times and then a deep voice answered. “Christopher?”
“No, it’s not Christopher. It’s Beverley. He’s with me.”
“What?” was the incredulous exclamation. “What on earth is he doing there?”
“I’m about to find that out. Can you please come and get him?”
“Yes, yes, of course. Where do you live?”
She gave him the address.
“I should be there in less than half-hour.”
“See you then.”
She handed Christopher his cell. “Give me your coat,” she said. He had already removed his boots. “Your Dadis coming to get you. Would you like something hot to drink?”
He shook his head. “No thanks. I grabbed a hot chocolate on my way over.”
“Let’s go into the living-room. I want to know why you’re here and on a school night.” While he went over to the sofa, she hung his coat up in the closet. Then, she went and sat down beside him. “What’s going on? Did you have a fight with your uncle?
He shook his head. “No,” he said. “Dad is cool. No, this isn’t about him.”
She could see that something was troubling and she became concerned. “Tell me what’s on your mind,” she said gently.
“I’m in trouble,” he disclosed after a few minutes passed. “I mean we’re in trouble.”
“Who’s we?”
“Tasha and me.”
“Who’s Tasha?”
“She’s a girl at school. We hang out together. I really like her.”
“What did you mean when you said that you were in trouble?”
“Well, you see, Tasha and I went to her house after school a few weeks ago. No one was home. We went down in the basement and hung out there. We were talking and then we started kissing which led to—“
“You and Tasha had sex,” she said, trying not to get upset. “You’re only sixteen years old. You shouldn’t be having sex at your age.”
“Most of my friends have already had sex. One of them had sex when he was fourteen.”
She closed her eyes almost afraid to ask. “Is Tasha pregnant?”
“We don’t know. Her period was late.”
“Has she done a pregnancy test as yet?”
He shook his head. “That’s why I’m here, Aunt Bev. Tasha’s too nervous to go to the drugstore. She’s afraid of someone seeing her and telling her mother. I was wondering—we were both wondering if you could pick up one for her and then we can come over here and she takes the test.”
Bev didn’t know what to do. She felt like she would be going behind Tasha’s mother’s back if she were to agree to get the pregnancy test but Christopher was her nephew and he came to her for help. “All right,” she said. “I’ll pick the test up. Can you bring Tasha here tomorrow after school? I’m not working this week.”
He looked relieved. “Yes, I can,” he said. “She usually walks home from school but we can take the bus here. Thank you, Aunt Bev.”
She looked at him. “I hope for your sake that she’s not pregnant. You’re way too young to be a father.”
He hung his head. “I know. Things got out of hand.” He looked up at her. “You won’t tell Dad, would you?”
“No, I won’t. I will leave that up to you.” The doorbell rang. “That must be him.” She got up from the sofa and went to answer the door. It was Warner. She opened the door and after they greeted each other, she led him into the living-room where Christopher was.
He went over to his nephew and hugged him. “Are you all right?” he asked.
Christopher nodded. “I’m all right. I had to see Aunt Bev about something.”
“It’s getting late,” Warner said. “And you have school tomorrow.”
Bev went and got Christopher’s coat and as he pulled it on, she turned to Warner. “I told Christopher that he can come by again tomorrow after school, if that’s okay with you.”
He nodded. “That’s fine.” He took out a business card and scribbled something on the back. “My cell number,” he said, handing the card to her.
She took it and put it in the pocket of her robe. Christopher joined them and she hugged him. “Goodnight,” she murmured.
“Goodnight, Aunt Bev. And thank you.”
They drew apart and she preceded them to the door. Christopher stepped out into the hallway and waited for his uncle. Warner paused to look at her. “Goodnight,” he said quietly, his eyes lingering on her face. She wished she knew what he was thinking. At that moment, her heart was burning with a love she longed to express but couldn’t. The memory of her sister was between them as a reminder that she could never take her place.
“Goodnight,” she said, forcing a smile before she closed the door and leaned against it. It was just her luck to fall in love with her sister’s husband. She remembered the first time Gail brought him round to their parents’ home to meet the family. She introduced him and then announced that they were getting married. It was a small ceremony at a chapel and the reception was held at a banquet hall. Seven months later Christopher was born. Bev wondered why Gail never told her about Warner or that she was pregnant. She never got the chance to ask her because just 24 hours later after giving birth to Christopher, Gail died. Her untimely death was caused by a pulmonary embolism which stopped her heart instantly.
The memory of Warner holding their son who would never again be held by his mother remained with her. Tears pricked her eyes even now. She watched as Warner became both parents to Christopher and it was during that time when she realized that she was in love with him. For years she kept her feelings to herself and was content to be there for both of them whenever they needed her. And as a result, Christopher and she developed a very strong bond.
When he was a baby, she would sit in the rocker and feed him while humming or talking to him about his mother or his father. She enjoyed those times when she bathed him and held him in her arms as she rocked him gently to sleep. Sometimes, she would take time off from work just to be with him. As he lay in his crib, she would play with him or read stories. She was the closest thing he had to a mother. She watched him grow up into a fine young man. It was just too bad that this situation with Tasha came up now.
Sighing, she moved away from the door, turned off the hall light and headed back to her room. She hoped that everything would work out for his sake and Tasha’s. The last thing either of them needed was an unplanned pregnancy. Yawning, she climbed into bed and after putting the mystery novel on the bedside table, she switched off the lamp.
The following day she made soup and when it was close to time for Christopher and Tasha to drop by, she turned the stove on so that it would simmer. It looked very cold outside. Nice, hot homemade soup would do them very well. Earlier that morning she had gone to the drugstore to pick up the pregnancy test. It was one of the most highly recommended ones.
At four-thirty, Christopher and Tasha showed up at her flat. The minute she saw the girl, her heart went out to her. She looked scared and worried. Putting her arm around her shoulders, she drew her over to the sofa where they sat down. Taking her hands in hers, she spoke to her. “I know you are scared but we don’t know for sure if you’re pregnant. Here’s the test. Take it and then we will go from there. Come, I will take you to the bathroom.” She helped her up and took her to the bathroom and after making sure she knew what to do, she left her, closing the door behind her.
Christopher was hovering about, looking anxious. She reached out and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Whatever happens, we will deal with it together,” she said.
He nodded. While they waited for Tasha, he held his aunt’s hand. Several minutes passed and then Tasha came into the living-room. She showed them the display. There was one line. “One line means I’m not pregnant,” she said.
Bev smiled. “Well, that’s encouraging,” she said.
“What should I do now?” Tasha asked.
“Wait to see when your period will come.”
“And what if it doesn’t?”
“Hopefully, it does but if it doesn’t, then, you will have to go and see you family doctor.” She put her arm around her. “This test is known to be extremely accurate. It could be that your period is late because your cycle has changed.”
“I hope so.”
“Come you, two, I have some hot, homemade soup ready for you. Have a seat around the table. And after you finish eating, you can stay a while and then, I’ll take you home.”
They seemed to be in better spirits and they spent a pleasant afternoon together before she dropped them to their respective homes. A couple days later, she got a call from Tasha telling her excitedly that she got her period. “I never thought I would be so happy to see it,” she exclaimed. “Thank you so much, Miss Martin for your help. Now I know why Chris talks so much about you. You’re really cool. I told my Mom and she was upset, of course. Chris and I talked about it and we’re not going to see each other outside of school. We will be just friends. Thanks again for everything.”
After she hung up the phone, Bev went over to the sofa and sank down heavily, relief washing over her. She offered a silent prayer of thanks. Now Tasha and Christopher could put the whole ordeal behind them and get on with their lives. This pregnancy scare put things into perspective for both of them and they had made the wise decision to keep things platonic between them. She wondered if Christopher had gotten around to telling Warner. She hoped so.
The doorbell rang and she got up, her head still spinning from the good news. It was Warner. She opened the door, smiling. “Hello,” she said.
He wasn’t smiling. He looked very serious. “I came over to talk to you about two very important matters,” he said.
“Okay. Come in. Where’s Christopher?”
“He’s gone to the cinema with some friends.”
“Would you like something to drink?”
“No, thank you.”
“What did you need to talk to me about?”
“Christopher told me about Tasha last night. I didn’t lecture him because I think he learned a very valuable lesson but we had a long and very frank talk.”
“I’m happy that he told you. I didn’t think it was my place to do so.”
“I’m just thankful that things turned out well. Thanks for being there for Christopher as always.”
She smiled. “He knows he can count on both of us.”
His expression changed again. “The other thing I wanted to talk to you about is far more personal.”
Something about the way he was looking at her made her heart race. “What is it?”
He took a deep breath. “I will just come out and say it,” he muttered. “I love you, Beverly. I wanted to tell you that for very long time but just never worked up the courage until now.”
He was the only one who called her Beverly. When he said her name, it felt like a caress. She stared at him now, hardly able to believe that he was telling her that he loved her. “I love you too,” she murmured. “I fell in love with you the first time we met but kept it hidden because of Gail.”
“I cared for Gail but I didn’t love her. I married her because she was pregnant. I wanted to do the honorable thing. When I met you it was hard but I was committed to Gail and our marriage. If she were still alive I would still be married to her all the while loving you.”
“And I would have spent the rest of my life loving you,” she said. “So, where do we go from here?”
He reached for her hand and drew her toward him. “I want you to marry me. Christopher needs you and I need you. What do you say, Beverly, will you marry me?”
She nodded, “Yes,” she said through tears. And then, her hand flew up to her mouth when he produced a box which he was holding in his other hand.
“Christopher helped me to choose this one,” he said opening the box and taking out the ring. He slipped it on her finger.
“It’s beautiful,” she said.
He reached up and cupped her face between her hands. “Yes, but not half as beautiful as you,” he muttered before he lowered his head and kissed her. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him back, thinking how true the saying was that good things come to those who wait.
Sources: People.com; Check Pregnancy
Sources: People.com; Check Pregnancy;
She sat on the beach, watching
the sun set over the sea. This
was her favorite spot. She came
here every Father’s Day since her
Dad died six years ago.
She missed him terribly.
A heart attack had claimed
his life and robbed her of
the joy of having him give
her away at her wedding.
And it robbed his grandson
of knowing the most
amazing man in the world.
She smiled as she remembered
the times when she was a little
girl and he used to bring her
to the beach. They would sit
facing the sea and he would
tell her all sorts of exciting
stories about pirates and their
adventures at sea. Her
imagination would run
wild and she wished she
could be out at sea on those
ships with him.
For her twelfth birthday
he bought her a ship in a
bottle. Every night before
she went to bed, she held it
in her hands as if it were the
most precious thing she had
ever seen. It was because
it was from her Dad.
She still had that bottle
and whenever she saw it
she remembered her Dad
and his stories of the sea.
One day she would tell
her son about his grandfather
and bring him to this beach
which held so many wonderful
memories for her.
