on her thighs, trying to find the most comfortable position. Robin scrolled to the messages in her phone, rereading the text her friend Molly had sent her, the one that she’d stupidly asked Will to read aloud. It was like picking a scab, it was painful and the result was inevitable, but she couldn’t help it.
Number four Goldcrest Road was a focus of interest in Campion Bay. The seafront houses were desirable properties, spacious and elegant with beautiful views. Robin’s childhood sweetheart, Tim Lewis, now a successful property developer, had been sniffing around Tabitha’s house with a view to converting it into swish apartments. The other residents of the road – her friend Molly, Mrs Harris who owned the Seaview Hotel, Ashley and Roxy at the Campion Bay Teashop – were opposed to such a development, and once Will had arrived, Molly had come up with the idea of a charm offensive. She had been encouraging them all to be extra nice to him, to show him what a wonderful place Campion Bay was in the hope that he would decide to hold on to his aunt’s house, and keep Tim Lewis and his unpopular plans at bay.
Robin hadn’t felt entirely comfortable with Molly’s idea, but once the acts of kindness had begun and Will had been genuinely touched by them – the invitation to dinner at Taverna on the Bay, cupcakes from Ashley, mate’s rates at Molly’s beauty parlour, Groom with a View – she hadn’t had the heart to tell him. Then Molly’s text had laid bare the plan, and Will had assumed that the time Robin had spent with him, helping at Tabitha’s house, the tour of Campion Bay, had all been part of the scheme to stop Tim buying number four.
He hadn’t given her a chance to explain that everything she’d said and done was because she liked him. Ever since he’d turned up on her doorstep with his smile and his warmth and his gorgeous dog Darcy, she had been able to think of little else. She had wanted to spend time with him, for their relationship to grow – and it had. But then, after the text, she could see how it must appear, and now she didn’t know how to prove to him that her feelings were genuine.
She heard the front door open and laughter drift down the hallway. Lifting Eclipse into her arms, she went to greet her guests.
Dean and Katy were a young couple staying in her Wilderness room for a few days. They both worked in London, but Dean’s granddad lived in Weymouth, a little further down the Dorset coast.
‘Good morning?’ Robin asked.
Katy nodded. ‘We’ve been on the beach, and booked a boat tour for tomorrow. It’s going to take us along the coast, spotting wildlife and exploring the cliffs, with a fish-and-chip lunch included.’
‘A bit different from the Thames Clipper,’ Dean said, chuckling.
‘It sounds wonderful. And the weather’s supposed to pick up, according to the forecast.’
It had been raining on and off since the previous afternoon, and Robin felt that it suited her mood perfectly. But, if the sun was set to make an appearance, then maybe things would start looking up for her too.
‘I quite like the thought of a wild and windy trip, though,’ Katy said. ‘The boat’s got indoor seating if it gets too rough.’
‘I can lend you waterproofs, just in case?’
Dean shook his head. ‘We’re fine, thanks. We’re kitted out if it’s wet. But fingers crossed for sun.’
‘Can I get you anything now?’ Robin asked. ‘I could do some sandwiches.’
‘We’re going to visit Dean’s granddad once we’ve changed,’ Katy said, pointing at trousers that looked as if they’d seen too much sea spray. ‘Though the smell coming from your kitchen is mouthwatering.’
‘Ah,’ Robin said, smiling. ‘That’s something for later. Keep your eyes peeled when you get back.’
Katy’s eyes widened. ‘Ooh. OK, we will. Thank you.’
‘Oh – I almost forgot,’ Dean said, stopping on the bottom step. ‘We bumped into the guy next door as we were coming in. He asked me to give you this.’ He reached into his pocket, and Robin held her breath. He could only mean Will. She hadn’t spoken to him since he’d left yesterday afternoon, though she’d knocked on Tabitha’s front door and tried calling his number, listening to his voicemail message – Hi, you’ve reached Will’s phone, but unfortunately not Will … – more times than she could count.
Dean handed her an envelope. There was more in it than paper and, her heart sinking, she felt the familiar oval shape of the key ring attached to the room keys she gave guests.
‘Is everything OK?’ Katy asked. ‘He was staying here, wasn’t he?’
Robin nodded. ‘Only until his aunt’s house was in a better condition,’ she said, thinking as she said the words that it wasn’t, that there was no way he could be comfortable staying next door. ‘Thanks for this.’
‘No worries,’ Dean said.
‘He didn’t … say anything? Give you a message?’ She hoped she didn’t sound too desperate.
‘No, he just asked us to give this to you,’ Katy said apologetically. ‘There might be a note in the envelope.’
‘Of course there will be. That makes sense.’ She gave them what she hoped was a warm smile, and waited until they’d gone to their room, the envelope feeling unnaturally heavy in her hand.
Robin made herself a cup of tea and, Eclipse taking up one of his favourite places – lying across her shoulders – she walked through to Sea Shanty and settled on one of the sofas. The sea view was spectacular. Grey clouds bubbled on the horizon, dark streaks of rain far out over the water, while the May sun broke through closer to land, making the sea glitter. Robin spent a moment looking for a rainbow and then, when she couldn’t find one, turned her attention to the envelope.
Only two days before, she’d been sitting here with Will, another envelope in her hands, listening to him tell her how he’d discovered letters Tabitha had written to her brother, Will’s dad, trying to repair their relationship after he’d disowned her. Will had been shocked to discover that his dad had let Tabitha’s romance with his business rival come between them, the callousness of his behaviour revealed in the returned letters. Will had come to Robin with the revelation, letting her in on a personal, heartbreaking secret. Now, he wouldn’t even answer her calls.
She took a deep breath and opened the envelope, put the keys to one side and pulled out the single sheet of paper. The words were written neatly in biro.
Robin, take what I owe you from my account. I won’t be staying in Starcross any more.
It was followed by a Visa credit-card number, expiry date and his name as it appeared on the card: Mr W. D. Nightingale. She sighed, his anger evident in the formality of his words. He hadn’t included his card security number, so even if he wasn’t prepared to let her explain, she still needed to have what was bound to be an extremely awkward conversation with him. She put the note aside and picked up her tea, staring unseeingly out of the window.
She would have to go and clean Starcross, get it ready for new guests. The thought that Will was no longer staying there, sleeping beneath the pinprick lights, was so disheartening that Robin almost couldn’t bring herself to do it. It was a toss-up between wiping all signs of Will from her guesthouse and going to see the one person who, other than her, was partly responsible for the rift.
Molly
