and in the meantime, call if you need me.”
“You’re a godsend, Andy.” Paula smiled. “I’ll go and get some food for the new arrival.” She stood in the doorway as they walked away.
“Aren’t you going to say goodbye to her?” Ellie asked, nudging Andy’s arm.
He frowned, raising one hand in farewell without looking back. “I’m in and out of here all the time, and Paula doesn’t need all the niceties. I’ll check on your fox in the morning, so if you give me your number I can let you know how it’s doing.”
Ellie paused. This would open contact between her and Andy again...contact she’d relinquished long ago.
Andy pulled his cell phone from the pocket of his jeans.
“No...” she heard herself saying. “It’s okay. I don’t need to bother you. The number for Cravendale is there on the sign. I can phone and ask Paula how it’s doing.”
Was that disappointment she could see in his face?
“Suit yourself,” he said, his voice distant. The voice of a stranger, thought Ellie, when he had once been her whole world. How could that happen?
ANDY DROVE ON AUTOMATIC, hunched forward over the wheel, staring straight ahead. He’d always had that habit of slipping totally into his own thoughts while he was driving, Ellie recalled, thinking of all the other times she’d sat beside him like this. That seemed like a lifetime ago, and yet it still felt so familiar.
It was true that he reminded her of home, and as they drove along narrow country lanes the memories she had kept locked away seeped from their confines, real and raw. The landscape around her didn’t have the same rugged beauty as her native Lake District, which was over fifty miles away, but the colors, sounds and smells were the same. Suddenly, she was consumed by a longing for the place she used to call home. Hope Farm in the Lakeland hills, near the village of Little Dale. It had been weeks since she’d spoken to her dad; she would call him tonight, she decided, just to make sure he was okay—even if he only answered in monosyllables.
“So where should I drop you?” Andy asked. “Hey, there...not asleep, are you?”
Ellie jerked herself out of her reverie. “No, of course not. Sorry, I was just thinking.”
“Nice thoughts, I hope.”
“Yes...” A half smile flitted across her face. “I guess they were.”
He raised his eyebrows. “So am I in them?”
She stiffened. “Oh, please. You left my thoughts a long time ago.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Dead sure. You let me down when I needed you most, Andy, so don’t expect me to be all sweetness and light just because you reappeared in my life after six years to save the fox.”
Andy turned his attention abruptly back to the road ahead, brow furrowed and fingers gripping the wheel. They drove in silence for a while, the air between them heavy and awkward.
“You can drop me at a bus stop if you like,” Ellie said eventually.
He flashed her a wry grin.
“You might think I’m a total waste of space, but I do owe you, in a way.”
“You owe me nothing,” she said quietly, though she was secretly relieved at not being abandoned.
“Oh, yes I do,” he insisted, smiling his painfully familiar, lopsided smile.
Back when they were together, that smile would have been quickly followed by a kiss. She shuddered, imagining the feel of his lips on hers.
“I owe you for helping the fox,” he said. “And for breaking your heart, of course.”
Ellie stared out the window, seeing nothing, anger bubbling inside her as the memories seeped away. How dare he make light of the event that had colored her teenage years...and her whole adult life? At the time, it had felt as if his breaking up with her and the shock discovery that her mother hadn’t long to live were painfully intertwined, as if it was all his fault. Now she knew better, but the pain still remained.
“Don’t give yourself so much credit, Andy Montgomery,” she snapped. “How could you even think that you broke my heart? We were just two kids having fun. It would never have gone anywhere.”
“Wouldn’t it?”
“Obviously not, or we wouldn’t be here now, would we?”
He stared at the road, his expression serious for once.
“I’ve always regretted it, you know. We just met too soon, and...”
“And you got bored,” she finished for him. “Just like you got bored with your wife and probably all the other girlfriends you’ve had along the way.”
“No, I—”
“Look, Andy,” Ellie said, cutting off his attempt at an apology—or was it an excuse? “Just leave the past in the past. There have been a lot of worse things in my life than getting dumped by my teenage crush.”
He glanced across at her. “I know. And I’m sorry about your mum... I really regret not being there for you.”
The memories Ellie never allowed herself to face suddenly broke free; all the emotion of those terrible days when she watched helplessly as her mother lost her fight with death swirled around inside her, dark and suffocating.
“It was so quick,” she cried, struggling to hold back tears. “She’d had that pain in her back for ages. I told her and told her to see a doctor, and when she did... When she did, it was already too late.”
“It must have been a terrible time...for all of you.”
Andy’s voice was warm and caring, reminding her just how much she’d needed him during her mother’s decline. Reminding her of how lost she’d felt without him. Suddenly, his presence felt stifling.
“Here,” she cried. “Stop here, Andy. This is fine.”
“But...” he objected, touching the brakes.
“It’s fine,” she repeated, fumbling for her bags. She was already scrambling out of the vehicle as he pulled up to the curb.
Andy reached out to take her arm, but she wriggled from his grasp. “Thanks for the ride, and for helping the fox,” she mumbled, already walking away. “I’ll see you.”
When she heard his door slam, Ellie couldn’t help but look back. He was standing on the pavement, long fingers pushed through his thick blond hair, tall and lanky and totally out of place in the suburbs of the city, watching in bewilderment as she raced off down the street. His voice followed after her like an echo from the past.
“Ellie...Ellie...”
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