In The Company Of Strangers Part 8

'Hi,' Todd says, opening the office door and popping his head around it. 'You said to come to the cafe this morning, but I was on my way and I saw you in here . . .'

'Yes! Yes of course,' Alice says in what seems to be a very loud voice which bears no resemblance to her own. 'I . . . er . . . I wanted a hand in the kitchen. I'll just close this . . .' and she quickly closes everything that is open and then clicks 'shut down' just as Todd hops over behind the desk.

'Oh,' he says, 'you logged off. I was just going to-'

'Not now,' Alice says, getting to her feet. 'There's stuff to do in the kitchen. And, Todd, you really shouldn't do that, you know.'

'Do what?'

'Walk behind someone's desk and look at the screen they're working on. I know you don't mean any harm, but it might be private. It's a bit . . . well . . . intrusive.'

He shrugs. 'Sorry. Catherine always said to come around and help her. She was pretty hopeless with the computer. I didn't mean . . .'

'I know,' Alice says, putting her hand on his arm in an attempt to calm herself as much as to rea.s.sure him. 'But some people might not like it. It's about privacy, confidentiality, you know . . . we have to respect that.' And as she says it she feels herself to be both duplicitous and dishonest.

'Come on,' she says, 'let's get back to the cafe. I want you to taste test my chocolate and raspberry ice cream.'

He pulls a face. 'Oh well, if I really have to . . .' then bursts into laughter. And Alice steers him out of the office and back towards the safety of the cafe kitchen.

omething really weird has happened. Lesley's phone hasn't rung for several days. She barely noticed at first because she was so shocked by what she'd done, what it meant, and what would happen next that she could think of nothing else. But now she realises that the constant calls that had been so irritating have stopped. Why haven't they called? What does it mean? Could they somehow know what she's done? No, that's ridiculous, there's no way they could know, so has there been some sort of disaster at home? But no, if that were the case someone else would know and would have called. But of course some other people have called and she didn't answer and hasn't listened to the messages. Shocked by her ability to forget everything else in the heat of her anxiety about the night she spent with Declan, Lesley sits down on the steps of the balcony to listen to the messages.

There are two from Stephanie about partnering her in a tennis tournament, three from other friends about various social events. And the final message is from her mother.

'Well I've no idea what you're doing down there, Lesley,' Dolly says, a familiar tone of disapproval in her voice, 'but Gordon says you won't be back for a while. It doesn't seem right to me, but I suppose you know best. Anyway, I still need you to take me out to find a new was.h.i.+ng machine like you promised. You've obviously forgotten all about it and in the meantime I'm doing it all by hand. So please let me know when you'll be back or I'll just have to ask Karen to take me.'

Lesley had completely forgotten, and while she knows there is no way Dolly would ask Karen to help her buy a was.h.i.+ng machine the inference is clear you are a failure as a daughter so I'll have to ask my granddaughter. Dolly is great at generating guilt and it certainly works on Lesley now, but she is also relieved because the message was left earlier today and if there was anything wrong Dolly would have known about it. Even so the silence really is very odd and Lesley decides that the time has come for her to make a call and that Simon will probably be the easiest person to talk to.

'Just checking to make sure everything's okay up there,' she says when he answers his mobile.

'Yeah, fine,' he says. 'No dramas. How are you?'

'Fine, yes,' she says. Can he tell from the sound of her voice that she has been unfaithful to his father? 'So everyone's okay?'

'Yeah. Lucy's good, and the boys are great. Dad and I finished the tree house so they're really over the moon about that.'

'Lovely they must be so excited. Have you heard from Sandi?'

'Only on Facebook, she seems to be having a good time.'

'And Karen? It's just that I haven't heard from anyone for a few days, so I got a bit worried.'

'Oh well, Dad told us we should respect your s.p.a.ce. He said you'd gone away for a complete break and it wasn't fair for everyone to keep ha.s.sling you.'

So now Lesley is relieved but guiltier than ever. 'Oh, I see . . . that's nice of him. All right then. Even Karen hasn't rung.'

'Of course not. You know Kaz, Dad's word is law. She just keeps ringing me instead. Anyway, we should get together, all of us, when you get back. Well not Sandi obviously, but the rest of us. Lunch, a barbecue at our place.'

'That would be lovely.'

'I guess you'll be back at the weekend, so let's say Sunday.'

Lesley hesitates, unable to come up with a reason why she won't be back by then. 'It's a date,' she says, and hangs up feeling trapped. But it's not over yet, there are still calls to make to her mother and Karen, and she takes a deep breath and steels herself. There is no doubt now that she will have to go back as promised, but what will she do when she gets there? She hasn't resolved anything by being here, all she has done is divert herself with shopping for things she doesn't want or need, often driving great distances to small galleries to find somewhere else to spend money. And now there is Declan, who is clearly much more than a diversion, and has the potential to change everything.

It had been an odd sort of evening and at first he'd seemed a bit distant, defensive even especially when she'd teased him about not drinking. Everybody drank, surely? But he'd made it clear that it was a no-go area. And he hadn't liked it when she told him what Paula had said about Todd, nor when she had asked him about Alice. She'd been starting to feel quite uncomfortable but by the time they got to dessert he'd warmed up a bit.

'It really helped talking to you that first day in the pub,' he'd said. 'Strangers don't bring any baggage to what you say, and they can be dispa.s.sionate about a situation.'

'I suppose so,' she'd said, 'although I guess we all take our own baggage with us wherever we go. I certainly brought mine with me to Benson's Reach, as you now know. But I hope I'm more than just a stranger now.'

'Yes, but you're detached,' he said. 'Detached from me and from my situation, and you barely know the other people involved. You're a detached observer. It doesn't matter to you how things work out for me in all this.'

She hadn't actually liked all that detachment stuff because after three gla.s.ses of s.h.i.+raz she was feeling quite attached. 'Well it does matter to me,' she'd said then, 'because already I feel we're like close friends.'

He'd hesitated then, poured some mineral water into a tumbler. Loosen up and have a drink, for G.o.d's sake, Lesley had thought then, and she had attempted to tip some wine into an empty wine gla.s.s for him but he'd covered it with his hand.

'Well that's a nice thought,' he'd said, and he sounded a bit nervous, 'but I think it takes more than a couple of conversations to become close friends.'

It had felt like a rebuff, but she was determined not to let it upset her, and to simply press on until he seemed more at ease. 'Well then, we'll have to get to know each other even better, won't we?' she'd said.

As she replays this conversation to herself Lesley feels deeply embarra.s.sed. It sounds like the biggest come-on of all time, and at that moment she really wasn't thinking of anything like that. She'd always been clumsy about flirting. What she had wanted was the comfort of being understood in what was really quite an intimate way but she had no idea how to convey that, so there she was, stuffing it up with almost everything she said. But she had blundered on, had another gla.s.s of wine and then a brandy, so that by the time they got up from the table she was feeling quite woozy.

It was a beautiful night and they'd eaten on a glorious deck built out over a lake and around the trunk of a huge tree at the lake's edge. Tiny white lights were draped through the tree's branches and tea lights flickered in shaded gla.s.ses on the tables.

'Do you want to have a walk around the lake before we go back?' Declan had asked as they left the restaurant. She slipped her hand through his arm and they strolled in companionable silence towards a bridge that crossed the lake some distance away.

She was relis.h.i.+ng it all, the place, the atmosphere and the unusual experience of being out alone with a younger man. She could see herself as she hoped others might see her, as an attractive, even desirable, woman for whom anything might be possible. Were people looking at her? She has no idea now but at the time it felt that way. She was starring in her own movie in which the situation and the location and her own need had set the scene for what was to come. Home and all its problems had faded conveniently into the background.

It was as they walked onto the bridge that it happened: she tripped, not deliberately, although she wonders now whether he might have thought so. He grasped her around the waist and stopped her from falling, but he didn't let go immediately, and that's when she did it. She leaned in closer and kissed him. It was, she thinks now, a Jane Austen moment, except that Jane would have had Declan kiss her, whereas what happened was that he'd pulled back in surprise. But then he'd tightened his grip and kissed her quite nicely really. It was so long since she and Gordon had kissed other than in a light and friendly way that it felt just like the first kiss of her youth.

Intoxicated by the situation, the kiss and, more significantly, too much alcohol, Lesley is vague about what happened next how they got home, how they ended up in her cottage. But she does remember being glad that she'd worn the new underwear she'd bought in Busselton. It's strange, she thinks, how dinner and the walking bit and the kiss are so clear but it goes a bit fuzzy after that. The effect of the brandy kicking in, she supposes. But she can also remember a blinding reality check about her body at least ten years older than Declan's, but it pa.s.sed in a flash with the recognition that she was considerably fitter than him. And Declan's body, heavy and pale, was so much younger than Gordon's lean, muscular frame; comforting, like hugging a big soft toy.

Later he'd told her that he hadn't been with a woman for about four years, and she'd told him that she and Gordon hadn't made love for at least two years, possibly more. It was only the next morning, when she woke nauseous and with a pounding headache that the reality of what she had done hit her. What was she thinking? But of course she hadn't been thinking at all. How did she get through all the embarra.s.sment of taking her clothes off with a comparative stranger? Well, she had the alcohol to thank for that. She had never been s.e.xually adventurous, and it was the first time in the whole of their marriage she had been unfaithful to Gordon. It seems both a momentous event and a monstrous betrayal. She can't begin to think what the consequences might be, but after three and a half decades of marriage betrayal must mean something significant.

That first day in the pub, Declan had talked about the freedom of talking to strangers but Lesley sees now that it was far more than that. They had been drawn to each other in a very powerful way, so powerful that she had done something completely uncharacteristic. This is not just a one night stand; clearly she and Declan have feelings for each other. Guilt, fear, erotic memory and the thrill of new possibilities battle for her attention, leaving her drained and anxious. Since the morning, four days ago, when she woke to find Declan had gone she has been doing her utmost to pin him down to a time to meet, but so far he has eluded her, racing off to talk with contractors, or to sort things out with staff. Even when she has called him on the office phone he's been too busy to talk. 'Call me back then,' she's said, 'you've got my mobile number, and text me yours.' But he hasn't called or texted and now her time is running out, she's promised to be home for lunch with the family on Sunday. Failing to turn up will be pus.h.i.+ng her luck too far.

But home looms ominously as a place of reckoning. Gordon's silence, the shared bed, his disapproval. And yet she really doesn't want to hurt him, although of course she already has. He would be devastated if he knew about Declan. Will he know? Will he be able to tell immediately she looks him in the eye? Lesley buries her face in her hands, trying to make sense of what is happening. She feels sure now that she and Declan have been drawn together for a reason to provide each other with the love and rea.s.surance they both need. They reached out to each other and found something precious. Declan had felt it too or why would he have suggested the second lunch or dinner? What had seemed like distance in the early part of the evening was simply his effort to conceal his feelings, and his elusive behaviour now confirms that. The relief is enormous, the implications terrifying, the logistics impossible. What will they do?

Lesley's panic is rising, her head spins, her face burns. She lies back on the bed reliving the evening time and time again, reliving their earlier meetings, searching for phrases, gestures, smiles, casual touching, and she finds them, plenty of them, which simply prove what she now believes. She'd thought that her decision to come to Benson's Reach was random but she knows now that it was some sort of predestination. She came here because she was supposed to meet Declan. She wraps her arms around herself remembering the warmth and soft weight of his body, how cosy, how comfortable, how rea.s.suring it was. She's desperate now to see him, to talk to him, to tell him she feels just as he does, and that, she decides, is what she's going to do and she's going to do it right now.

Todd is sitting at the bench in Fleur's workroom reading some of the stuff that she has written for him about making the lavender products.

'Seriously, Todd,' Fleur says, bringing a tray of small purple gla.s.s pots and some taller plastic containers from the steriliser across to the bench. 'You should ask them, ask Declan or Ruby. I'm not going to be here much longer and you can't expect them to read your mind.'

'They'd never let me,' Todd says, watching as she begins to fill the pots with the lavender moisturiser. 'They'd say it's a job for a woman, not for a boy.'

'Why isn't it? What is there about this job that makes it only a woman's job? Stop thinking about what your stupid mates would say and use your brain, which is pretty good if you give it a chance. Anyway, they couldn't say that because it would be illegal. You can't make jobs gender specific except in certain, very particular, situations, of which this is not one.'

Todd grins, picking at the plaster on his ankle. It's one of the things he likes best about Fleur, that she's so fierce, and she does all that posh talk 'gender specific', 'of which this is not one'. No one else he knows talks like that.

'If you stayed they might let me be, like, your a.s.sistant. You told Catherine you needed someone and she said she'd fix it.'

'But Catherine's gone, hasn't she, and I'm going too.'

'But if . . .'

'Enough! You're like a b.l.o.o.d.y Jack Russell nipping at my heels all the time. I've given my notice remember? I'll be forty next year and this is a good time to make a change. All I'm thinking is that young Kim can't manage on her own in the shop so if they're going to replace Glenda and get someone in to manage it, that person could manage the bookkeeping and the ordering and so on for the lavender products, and you could do the production.'

Of course he wants the job, but there is no way they'll give it to him. And there's no way he will ask. Alice has said she'll talk to Declan for him and he has to leave it at that. Besides, he's feeling a bit more sure of himself now. They're really nice to him and keep telling him he's useful. Alice has been teaching him to cook. Right now he doesn't want to do anything to rock the boat.

'Heard from your mum recently?' Fleur asks.

Todd nods. 'Got another card last week. She's still in Kuta, I think.'

'That'd be right,' Fleur says with a grin. 'Bit of a party girl, your mum. Is she still with that Stanley bloke? What's he like?'

'A w.a.n.ker,' Todd says. 'He wears a lot of gold chains and carries a man bag. He thinks he's so cool but he's a real d.i.c.k-head. You'd hate him.'

'Probably would,' Fleur says, and she pushes the tray of plastic containers towards him. 'These have been sterilised too so can you wash your hands and start filling them with hand cream, please? But your mum must see something in him.'

'He's got loads of money,' Todd says, was.h.i.+ng his hands at the sink. 'He's always flas.h.i.+ng it around. He buys Mum lots of stuff, clothes and that.' He hesitates, looking up at her, grinning. 'She always says she's like that woman on Kath and Kim "high maintenance".'

Fleur nods slowly, watching as he dries his hands and sets up the hand cream dispenser. 'Wouldn't suit me, all that drinking and clubbing and being dependent on a man. But I suppose as long as she's happy . . . and you're getting on all right now, aren't you? Here, I mean.'

Todd nods. He wants to tell her that he's worried about what'll happen to him when the plaster comes off his ankle. He'll be sixteen soon so he could go back to the caravan and social services wouldn't bother about him. The doctor says he'll have to take it easy on his ankle for a while when the plaster comes off but after that . . .

'Well, if you're not going to say anything to them then I will,' Fleur says. 'You know more about this than anyone else, all the times you've sat in here with me, all the stuff you've helped me with. I'm not going to stay around here forever waiting for them to find the right person for the job when the right person is here already.'

'But they're letting me stay here, I can't ask them for something else.'

'Well you don't have to ask, do you? I'll do it, that's what I've just said.'

'I dunno,' he says, shaking his head. 'I dunno.'

'b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l, Todd, you're irritating,' Fleur says, stopping what she's doing and turning to him, hands on her hips. 'You're p.i.s.sing me off so much over this I could cheerfully break your other ankle.'

Todd laughs and stretches out his good leg. 'Yeah! Go on,' he says, 'then they'll have to keep me on longer. Do it now. Be my guest.'

'Gone?' Lesley says. 'Gone to Perth? But I saw him early this morning out there talking to that man who plays guitar in the pub.'

'That's right,' Alice said, 'and then he left to drive up to Perth.'

'But why? Why has he gone there?'

Alice opens her mouth, falters and shuts it. It's really none of Lesley's business why Declan has gone to Perth.

'He . . . er . . . well he had some business to attend to.'

'What sort of business? He didn't say anything to me about it.'

Alice blinks and tries to hide her annoyance. Maybe Lesley and Declan have unfinished business from the other night. But he does seem to have been avoiding her since then and Alice can't a.s.sume that he would want her to know where he's gone or why.

'I don't think it's my place to-' she begins.

'Oh, don't be so ridiculous,' Lesley cuts in. 'Just tell me where he is and when he'll be back.' Her face is flushed and her eyes very bright, she's clearly quite hyped up.

'Look, Mrs Craddock, I'm sure you can understand that I can't discuss Mr Benson's business with a guest.'

'You have no right to tell me what I can understand or not,' Lesley shouts into her face. 'How dare you-'

'Is there a problem?' Ruby cuts in from the doorway.

'I just want to know where Declan is,' Lesley says.

The shock of seeing Ruby has snapped her out of something, although she eyes Alice with disapproval before giving Ruby her best smile.

'Well I think that's his business, don't you?' Ruby says with a remarkable chill in her voice. 'Had Declan thought you needed to know that he was going away I'm sure he'd have told you.'

Alice is gobsmacked by the authority that Ruby brings to the situation. It's not just what she says but how she says it, slow, cool, dignified.

'How rude,' Lesley says, 'how dare you speak to me like that!'

'Mrs Craddock,' Ruby says, 'Declan and I are the proprietors here and you are a guest. Declan's business in Perth is nothing to do with you, or, as I said, he would have told you about it. We'll certainly let him know you'd like to speak to him. I'm sure we have your number in the file. Now, is there anything else we can do for you this morning?'

Alice is holding her breath, eyes flicking back and forth from one to the other.

'You can tell me where he is and when he'll be back.'

'I will not tell you where he is but we do expect him back in a few days' time. And I must ask that in future you do not hara.s.s members of the staff. If you have any other problems please come and see me personally.' Ruby stands there, all five-foot three of her looking six-foot plus, unsmiling, immovable, implacable. Just waiting.

'Well really!' Lesley says, grabbing her bag from the desk where she'd put it when she came in. 'I shall have something to say to Declan when he gets back.' And swinging around she storms out of the office and slams the door behind her.

Alice exhales and sinks down into the desk chair. 'Wow! Thanks for rescuing me.'

'My pleasure,' Ruby says. 'But don't let anyone speak to you like that, Alice. Not ever, and most definitely not here.'

Alice closes her eyes briefly. For a moment she thinks she might burst into tears. It's so long since anyone actually stuck up for her she had forgotten how it feels. 'Thanks anyway,' she manages to say. 'It means a lot.'

Ruby nods and smiles. She is about to walk away but then stops. 'I don't think she's a bad person, you know, just a very unhappy one.'

'Probably, yes,' Alice says, getting back to her feet. 'But it might be a bit more complicated than you think.'

Ruby turns back into the room. 'Ah,' she says, 'so you saw it too. Declan doing his morning-after-the-night-before skulk. I wondered if you had. I know you're often up and about early.'

'Yes, I did see. Poor old Declan, he's not really made for this sort of thing, is he?'

Ruby laughs. 'I suspect not. But men, they never learn, do they? Not where s.e.x is concerned. He's a very sweet man. Let's just hope she's calmed down a bit by the time he gets back.'

Alice nods. This is the time to tell her, she thinks, all I have to do is tell her that I poked my nose into the internet to find out about her. Then she can tell me she did it too and we're square. 'Ruby,' she says and Ruby, now heading out of the office, turns back.