a nightmare, with no easy solutions to bring it to an end. I know you would have done more if you could have. Besides, you had your wife and child to think of—and you know how vindictive Tom could be. I wouldn’t have wanted you or your family to be at risk in any way. Look, let’s not talk about this today, hmm?’ She laid her hand on the soft suede of his jacket sleeve and lightly squeezed his arm. ‘Let’s just enjoy our time together knowing we’ve at last got the freedom to be brother and sister again without interference—agreed?’
He scraped his fingers through the cropped fair hair that highlighted his strong square-cut jaw and glanced back a little uncertainly into her eyes, as if debating whether anything he ever said or did could help take the sting out of the horrors of the past, no matter how much he wished that they could. ‘Okay … I only want to do whatever makes you feel safe and secure again. God knows that’s long overdue. Why don’t you tell me how you and Charlie are doing? Where is he, by the way?’
‘In the garden … he practically lives out there when the weather’s fine. I’ll call him in shortly to come and say hello to you.’
‘As long as he’s well and happy—that’s the main thing. This place must seem like a veritable castle to him it’s so big! You’ve certainly got your work cut out if you’re planning on eventually renovating the place.’
‘That’s an understatement.’ Sophia grinned. But then she frowned as she remembered something she’d badly wanted to address since being left the house by their relative—something that had been playing on her mind ever since she’d heard the news. ‘Did you mind very much that Great-Aunt Mary left High Ridge to me instead of to us both?’
‘Did I mind?’ Her handsome brother was already shaking his head in disbelief. ‘Are you mad? I was absolutely delighted. Especially when I knew that that poor excuse of a husband of yours had left you and Charlie practically destitute and I found out that you had to sell your home to pay off his debts. As for myself, I’m fortunate to have a place of my own as well as a good income with which to maintain it and to live on. Nothing could have pleased me more than to hear that some good fortune had come your way at last.’
Sophia’s anxiety over the matter thankfully eased, to be happily replaced by a wave of the most profound relief. ‘Thanks for that. I don’t think I could have borne it if you’d been at all resentful. And, in answer to your question, Charlie is well and happy. He’s starting his new school in a couple of weeks, and he’s looking forward to making some new friends. I’m not doing too badly either, though it still feels a bit like I’ve been let out of jail. How are Lindsay and Oscar doing?’
‘Oscar’s seven going on sixteen!’ David answered wryly. ‘And if his current stroppy moods are anything to go by Lindsay and I will have our work cut out when he becomes a teenager, that’s for sure’
‘Why don’t you come into the kitchen and we’ll have a cup of tea and a chat? I was going to make some lunch for me and Charlie very soon—just something simple. You’re welcome to join us if you’re not in too much of a hurry to get to London?’
Even as she issued the invitation Sophia remembered with a jolt that Jarrett was paying her a visit after lunch, and that she’d promised to tell him the whole story of her bitterly unhappy marriage. She wouldn’t put off the visit, but she’d rather her brother left before he arrived. All morning, whenever she’d reflected on seeing him again, she’d felt almost sick with nerves. Yet underneath the nerves was growing a distinct sense of excited anticipation, and it was that pleasurable expectation that worried her far more than being judged on making such a terrible marriage and enduring it for so long, when she should have found the courage to get herself and Charlie away from the situation as soon as possible … whatever the threatened or imagined consequences.
Jarrett had hardly slept. He’d risen early and busied himself with inconsequential activities, like browsing the Sunday newspapers, surfing the internet and drinking enough coffee to raise a person from the dead, simply to kill the time before he could drive over to High Ridge Hall and see Sophia. It was as though someone had put a spell on him. He could hardly think about anything else but her beautiful face, and the realisation that he was a different man when he was in her company—a man who was far more in touch with his feelings than he usually managed.
The mere idea of being so vulnerable to a woman would have normally had him running for the hills. God knew he’d had a lifetime of doing just that, fooling himself that long term relationships were best avoided because he didn’t want to deal with the grief he might feel if things didn’t work out. Losing his parents in a car accident when he was young had taught him that loving someone wasn’t always enough to keep them by your side. Better to not risk being hurt, should that ever happen again. Yet what was happening to him now as far as Sophia was concerned was completely out of his control. And while it was undoubtedly frightening, it was also the most wonderful thing that he’d ever experienced.
Now, drawing up outside the familiar manor house, he reached over to the back seat of the car to collect the enormous bunch of flowers he’d brought for Sophia. They were all hand-picked from his own well-planted gardens. He and his gardener had walked the stone paths between the colourful beds together to select and cut them. Jarrett smiled to himself, shaking his head in bemusement as the heady floral perfume drifted up to him.
Even his gardener—the elderly but still sprightly Alfred—had winked knowingly up at him when he’d asked him to help choose some of the most beautiful blooms for a ‘friend’. As the gnarled hands had reverently cut stalks with secateurs, the gardener had said, ‘Your friend is a very lucky young lady indeed, Mr Gaskill. I hope she knows that.’
Stepping out onto the pavement, Jarrett walked up to the rusted iron gate that was positioned between tall hedgerows scattered with pink and white blossoms. It opened directly onto the house’s path. Inside his chest, his heart was infused with optimism and hope for a good outcome to his visit—an outcome that would herald the start of what could be a genuinely meaningful relationship between him and Sophia Markham. But as he put his hand out to open the gate, up ahead the front door opened and a tall fair-haired young man stepped onto the stone porch with Sophia. His thoughts suspended in shock and surprise, Jarrett froze as he observed the man envelop the small slender brunette in a tight bear-hug and pull her head down onto his chest. He then proceeded to stroke his hand lovingly over her hair.
A harsh breath that was akin to the aftermath of being punched exited his lungs. She’d lied to him. Above the white noise that drowned out all other sounds that was the thought that pounded Jarrett’s brain. Was she even a widow, as she’d claimed? If she was, then she obviously hadn’t wasted any time in finding herself a replacement for her husband.
Engulfed by jealousy and rage, he felt his heart thunder hard. When he saw Sophia step back to cup the man’s face tenderly between her hands, and smile up at him as if he was infinitely dear to her, it became too much for him to linger there a second longer. His mind teeming with desperately furious thoughts about what an idiot he was to be taken in by her beautiful face and bewitching company, he turned away and strode quickly back to the car—the need to escape that hurtful, bitter scene was paramount. On the way, he deliberately let the lovely bouquet he’d brought her fall carelessly onto the ground, as though the carefully handpicked blooms were nothing but an unwanted and ugly bunch of weeds.
‘Why didn’t Jarrett come and teach me to play cricket today, Mummy?’ her small son asked plaintively as Sophia tucked him into bed.
Her hand shook slightly as she smoothed it over the patterned eiderdown, thinking hard what to say. In truth, she’d begun to believe that Jarrett had reneged on his agreement to visit because he’d suddenly got cold feet. The thought was hard to bear after he’d been so kind the evening before, and as the day had worn on
