A Jersey Kiss (Jersey Romance Series) (25 page)

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Shani,” argued Bea. “You can’t afford that much.”

“
And you can’t afford not to accept it. It is the going rate, after all. I’m not a charity case, and my parents have offered to help me with the rent while I’m not working. Well, my father has. For once he’s over-ruled my mother and I had the feeling she’d been given a stern telling-off, because she was far nicer to me when I popped in to see them and discuss this yesterday.”

Bea could tell by Shani’s voice that she was calmer about the situation now that her parents seemed to be coming round a little.

“I’ll also make sure Harry agrees to assist in some way,” Shani added.

“
All right, I give in.” Bea thought through what Shani has told her for a moment. “We can each put in a certain amount per week for food, and I’ll cover the household bills myself. Yes, that’s what I’ll do. I’ll feel much happier then.”

Bea could hear Shani murmuring to Paul and knew by her muffled voice that she had her hand clamped over the receiver as she discussed the finer points of their arrangements.
“Paul’s nodding at me, so he thinks we’re on the right track. Great, we’ll do it like that then. This is going to be exciting, don’t you think?”

Bea giggled. It would be fun, and the thought of having someone to chat to late into the night cheered her up no end.
“It’ll take us back to our boarding school days.”

“
You only boarded for two terms before your aunt insisted you came back to Jersey,” Shani teased. “I was left there for an entire year after you’d gone.”

Bea still felt guilty for her aunt’s intervention about the boarding school. She’d loved her all the more for bringing her home and it had been after that, when she went to live with her almost full time.

Bea went back to her notes and added in Shani’s agreed rental payments. It made her income appear far healthier than before. It was more than she had ever been going to ask her friend for. However, as generous at it seemed, she still couldn’t make the figures succeed in covering the payments she would need to keep a roof over their heads.

She heard a noise outside and realised she hadn’t checked if she’d received any post that day. Bea went to the hall to see what delights the postman had delivered earlier.
“Great,” Bea groaned, opening a Court Order Simon had threatened her with. So that was his retaliation to the injunction. “This is a nightmare,” she said to Flea, chewing on the end of her biro. “Damn Simon for wanting so much.”

TWENTY

April - Home to Roost

The phone rang, interrupting her thoughts.
“Bea, it’s Tom, I’ve been thinking.”

“
You have?” she said half-heartedly staring down at the sheet of paper and covering letter from the lawyer’s office in front of her.

“
I think I should host a dinner party. Maybe invite several friends, what do you think?”

A dinner party? Bea was stumped and not exactly sure why he was asking her opinion.
“I don’t see why not, you haven’t really entertained in your flat yet, have you?”

“
No, and I want to show my new friends that I’ve moved on from Vanessa.”

Bea rubbed her neck; it was painful. She must have been looking down for too long, she decided. Bea leant her chin in her hand.
“Fine.”

“
Will you help me with the food?”

Aww, so that was it. Bea thought for a second or two. He sounded so unsure of himself, she didn’t like to refuse.
“Okay.”

“
Brilliant, thanks, Bea.” He hesitated for a moment before adding. “Is everything all right?”

“
I’m having a bad day, that’s all,” she explained, making an effort to be friendlier. It wasn’t as if he was the one demanding money with menace. “Being broke isn’t improving my mood, Tom. Now, who were you thinking of inviting?”

“
Us, of course” he replied, his voice softer. “Your two friends, Mel, Grant, Luke and Leilani and I thought that other couple from the Auction evening. What are their names? Oh yes, Paige and Jeremy. I thought ten would make a decent number.”

Bea’s mood took another nosedive. So he’d meant her friends then? And what about Guy?
“Actually, it’ll be eleven with Guy don’t forget.”

“
Oh yes, sorry, I’d forgotten about him.”

She ignored his reaction.
“Anyway why would you want to invite Luke and Leilani?” she dared to ask, her stomach doing somersaults. She hadn’t seen Luke since he had sat up with her all night when she was in that dreadful state. She shuddered to think of how humiliating it was going to be to see him again.

“
They appear at the same parties we go to and anyway I have to deal with him in business, so why not? I don’t think he and I will ever hit it off, but she seems very pleasant. In fact, she was the one who phoned me the other day and suggested we should all meet up.”

“
She did?” Bea wondered what Leilani’s motive could be for trying to set this thing up. She wondered if Luke knew anything about it, but doubted it. Maybe he’d turn down the invitation anyway.

“
Yes, so it seems a little odd if I don’t. I thought if I held the meal, then at least it would be over and done with.”

“
I suppose so,” she replied. “As long as you don’t talk business, I’d hate to let anything slip about this damn investigation. Any idea how much longer it should going on for?”

“
I don’t know exactly, but it won’t be too long now.”

Bea sighed.
“Do they still think he’s guilty?” She didn’t dare hope he’d give her the answer she wanted.

Tom didn’t speak for a few seconds.
“I’m not sure. His partner’s the main culprit, that’s something I’m sure about. Luke is probably guilty by association more than anything, but we still have to make sure we don’t let anything slip about it, okay?”

“
Yes, of course.” She couldn’t help smiling. Guilty by association wasn’t the same as consciously committing a criminal act. That had to be better, surely?

“
Fine, then it’s settled. I’ll give everyone a call and plan it for a week on Saturday, and let you know how you can help closer to the time. Speak soon.”

She put down the phone and took a deep breath. Flea opened one eye to glance at her before immediately falling back into a deep sleep.
“You lucky bugger, I wish I was a dog sometimes.”

****

“Blimey, how on earth did you manage to hide all this stuff in your room in the flat?” Bea said over her shoulder as she carried yet another box of books from her car into the house. “Couldn’t you have weeded out the ones that you’ve read and do something with them?”

“
I love my books.” Shani pulled a bag over her shoulder and took a bin bag of clothes in each hand and followed her friend up the stairs and into her designated bedroom at the back of the house. She dropped the bags on to the bed and leant against the window sill staring out over the orchard beyond. “This is a perfect view,” she panted, turning to Bea. “I can’t think why you don’t have this room.”

Bea emptied the bags.
“I prefer the view of the veggie garden, although I admit nothing can beat this view when the apple blossoms are in full bloom.”

Shani leant out of the window and breathed in deeply. Bea couldn’t help smiling. This was going to be so lovely having someone to share all the wonderful things about this place.
“I don’t know how to thank you, Bea. You’ve been a life saver offering this room to me.”

“
Rubbish.” Bea shook her head. “I need your money and you and the baby need a roof over your heads. I think we’re evens. Don’t you?” Bea shrugged. “Anyway, I’ve been looking forward to having you both here so much. We’re going to have so much fun living here.”

Shani turned to face her and leant against the wall, resting both hands on her rounded stomach.
“Thank you, for not making me feel like a parasite.”

“
Stop it,” Bea said, upset to hear her friend talking about herself in such a way. “You’re only feeling like that because of Harry treating you so badly.”

“
I suppose so, but at least when he phoned me at work yesterday he did promise he’d help me out financially a little, even though he still insists he doesn’t want anything to do with us once the baby is born.”

“
Now why don’t you start unpacking and putting some of these clothes away before they crease too badly? I’ll go down and get another couple of bags. If we keep at this, we should be finished in an hour or so.”

“
Hey there,” shouted Paul up the stairs. “We’ve brought another car load.”

“
Well, grab what you can and start to bring it up here if you want,” Bea bellowed back at him. “Bloody hell.” Bea laughed seeing Shani’s face reddening as she attempted to fold the mountains of coloured fabrics into neat piles on the crumpled bed. “We’re going to have to start putting boxes in the attic soon; there simply won’t be enough room down here for all this stuff.”

Paul walked into the room and laughing and held up a pair of Shani’s size eight jeans.
“I doubt you’ll be wearing these for a while.”

Bea snatched them out of his hand and shook her head.
“For that mean comment you can take these few boxes up to the attic.”

“
What, now?” He widened his eyes and grimaced. “I hate attics; they’re filthy places, full of smelly old things.”

She laughed but, forcing a stern look on her face, stood with her hands on her hips and held up the jeans.
“And while you’re there you can have a rummage to see if you can find any paintings that could be the Jersey Kiss. I still haven’t discovered what it was, but I’m sure it’s probably a painting. I don’t remember Aunt Annabel wearing any unusual jewellery, so I doubt it’s that.”

“
All right, I’m going.” He picked up one of the boxes and left the room. He waved Guy to follow him. “You can come with me; I’ll need you to hold the torch.”

“
You do know he’s secretly going to have a ball up there,” Shani laughed. “He’s so nosy; it’ll be his idea of heaven, especially if he does find this painting.”

Bea doubted he’d find anything worthwhile. All she remembered being stored in the attic was old furniture and a few trunks of clothes, some of them dating back to when her aunt was at boarding school decades ago.
“I’ve been meaning to go through everything, but the thought of all the spiders hiding up there in the eaves is enough to put me right off.” She shuddered.

“
This is so embarrassing. I didn’t realise I had so much. And these things.” She held up the jeans. “Paul’s right, they may as well be thrown away; I can’t imagine ever fitting into them again.”

“
Of course you will.” Bea held them up. “You’ll lose all your baby weight in no time; you’ve always been so skinny. Anyway, when you go back to work all that yoga will pull everything back together before you know it.” She threw the jeans back on the bed.

They separated Shani’s boxes into items she wanted to keep in either her room or the baby’s and boxes to go into the attic out of the way.
“Phew, I’m exhausted. All this lifting and moving things around is harder than you think.” Bea fanned her hot face with a gym brochure. “It’ll be good to store that lot out of the way for a bit, at least until we know exactly what’s happening with this place,” Bea suggested. “If I do stay here there’s more than enough room to give you your own living room, if you like.”

“
Are you two actually going to help us, or are you expecting me to cart this lot up those rickety steps?” Paul complained shouldering the half-open door back against the wall and struggling in to the room laden with a box stuffed full of ornaments. “I found this on the landing. You don’t half have a mountain of tat here, Shan.”

“
You didn’t find anything interesting up there then?” Bea asked hopefully.

Paul shook his head, brushing a determined cobweb from his hair.
“I've had a quick peak, but nothing that could be your painting. It's very dusty and full of trunks, a scary coat stand covered with strange-looking furs, and old bits of furniture. I think you'll need to sort it out at some point.” He shrugged. “Even if you don’t find what you’re looking for, maybe your aunt kept some stuff of your mum’s up there.”

His suggestion gave her a jolt. She’d approached her aunt so many times when she was small about her mother’s belongings, but Aunt Annabel had always rebuffed her saying that it was too upsetting for her to go through them. She’d promised to show Bea at some point, but they’d never got round to it.
“I suppose I can look at her bits now without worrying about upsetting Aunt Annabel. I don’t think there’s anything mysterious up there, though. I just think she missed mum so much she hated thinking about losing her.”

“
Strange, when you think what a tough old bird your aunt was,” Shani said, smiling at Bea.

She nodded.
“I’ll leave you to it and put the kettle on,” Bea said, leaving the room mainly to have a think. She’d got so used to not being allowed into the attic, apart from the time she’d snuck up there when her aunt was out, that it hadn’t occurred to her to do so. What would she find?

Two hours later, having boiled the kettle on the Aga, Bea called them to sit down at the kitchen table.
“At least we’ve found homes for most of your bits,” Bea said enthusiastically.

“
Yeah,” Paul agreed, finishing off a custard cream with relish. “Thank heavens you had the baby’s room for us to fill, too.”

“
I don’t understand where I hid all this stuff at the flat.” Shani pushed her hands through her short unwashed hair looking confused.

“
I do, your room was always a tip,” Paul groaned. “I’m not going to know what to do with all the space now you’ve moved out.” He laughed when Shani pulled a face. “I’m only joking. I’ll miss you really.”

“
Anyway,” Bea said passing them their drinks, “we can take the next few weeks to go through the rest of your boxes and bags and whittle down what you don’t need and do a car boot sale or something. We’re going to need to decorate the baby’s room soon anyhow and can do it all then.”

“
At least we have Tom’s dinner party to look forward to,” Guy added.

“
That’s another problem,” moaned Shani miserably. “I have to find something I can still fit into.”

Bea smiled at her reassuringly.
“It’s one thing you don’t have to worry about. I have more than enough clothes to lend you and I don’t have the excuse of pregnancy for wearing them.”

“
Great. What will you wear?”

“
No idea. I would like to buy something new but we know my financial status, so it’s out of the question.”

“
Why don’t you ask Mel if she has anything you could borrow? You look as if you’ve lost quite a bit of weight recently,” said Paul. “I have a sneaky suspicion you haven’t been eating properly. You don’t want shitty Simon to think you’re losing weight because you’re missing him.”

“
I can always make you some meals for your freezer if you wish,” Guy offered. “From what I hear of your ex-husband, he sounds like the type of man who would only see your thinness as proof you pine for him.”

Bea shuddered at the thought.
“What a revolting idea.”

Paul leant back in his chair and sighed contentedly.
“I think that’s a great plan, Guy. Thanks.”