A Jersey Kiss (Jersey Romance Series) (27 page)

“
Lukey and I are to be married,” she squealed, theatrically throwing her arms out to encase her audience.

“
What?” Luke’s eyes widened. Bea’s heart pounded, but she couldn’t move and watched as Paige immediately congratulated Leilani with kisses and hugs. “I know, I know. Isn’t he darling?” Leilani blew a kiss at Luke who sat motionless, staring back at her in silence. “We haven’t had a chance to choose a ring yet, but it needs to be exactly what we want.”

Bea, a stabbing jolt in her solar plexus, tried her best to make sense of what she’d just heard. She looked away from Leilani and focused on the cream carpet. She heard Luke swear under his breath and felt him push himself up from next to her, watching as he crossed the room in one stride to his bride-to-be.

“I think it’s time we were leaving,” he announced, his voice a monotone and his expression like granite as he took Leilani firmly by the elbow. “Thank you for a wonderful evening, Tom.” He shook Tom’s proffered hand before turning to Bea. “It was good catching up with you.”

Bea, unable to form any words, looked straight into his eyes, making a valiant attempt at hiding her confusion and hurt. She decided she must have taken what he had said to her, during their intimate conversation, the wrong way. I’m a fool, she thought, forcing her mouth into a smile which she suspected more resembled a grimace.

“Good for Luke,” Tom cheered closing the front door behind them. “I never saw that coming, did you?” he asked Paul.

“
Nope.” Paul stole a glance at Bea who did her best to reassure him by trying to look as happy as the rest of the group. Paul stood thoughtfully for a moment. “I suppose when you feel the time is right to do these things, you just get on and do it.”

“
Well,” Mel interrupted defensively, “at least they won’t be able to book anything before my wedding day. I don’t want Leilani over-shadowing me.”

“
She couldn’t do that,” Grant said, for once saying the right thing. “You’re far prettier than she could ever be.”

Paul squealed. Bea wasn’t sure if it was because of Grant’s comments to Mel, or that Guy had probably kicked him under the table to shut him up.

“Don’t forget we’re meeting on Monday at lunchtime to visit the florists with Mum,” Mel said, oblivious to any undercurrents. “I think I’ve now made a definite decision about the flowers.”

The party seemed to have reached a natural end. Paige and Jeremy said their goodbyes and as Tom showed them out, Bea and Shani went to the kitchen to make a start of filling the dishwasher and washing up glasses.
“What the hell was that all about?” Shani whispered over her shoulder.

“
I’m meeting Mel at the florists.” Bea emptied the dregs of the wine glasses in the half sink and began washing the fine crystal glasses.

“
You know what I mean. What the hell was that business with Leilani and her wedding?” She flicked Bea lightly with a tea towel. “I saw you all cosied up on the settee with Luke, and the stunned expression on your face when she made her announcement.”

Bea stared at the bubbles on the glass she was washing.
“I’d rather not talk about it right now if you don’t mind.”

“
I’m sorry, Bea. I don’t know what he was saying to you, but I’d bet a pound to a penny he didn’t see that coming either.”

Bea turned to face Shani.
“Of course he knew it was coming, he didn’t even flinch, and certainly didn’t argue with her,” she snapped. “I’m confused, that’s all. I think he means one thing and then something happens to make me realise I’ve totally misread the situation. I’ve made a bit of a twit of myself. It doesn’t matter, don’t worry about it.”

“
Hey, girls.” Tom strode into the room. “Please don’t worry about clearing up. My cleaning lady has agreed to come in for an extra couple of hours tomorrow morning to do it all.”

“
On a Sunday?” asked Shani, staggered that anyone would need to pay someone to clear up so little mess.

“
Yes, she said she’s happy to have an excuse to get away from her husband for a bit, and its extra money, so who am I to argue?”

Shani shrugged.
“Fine, you don’t have to tell me twice. We may as well head for home and leave you in peace.”

“
Thanks for a lovely evening.” Bea gave Tom a kiss on the cheek. “Everyone had a great time.”

“
Yes, I thought it went well. I’ll let you all get on your way then and see you at the office on Monday. Thanks for coming.” Tom patted her on the back, returning to Mel and Grant in the lounge.

Shani looked sideways at Bea.
“Er, I would ask what that was all about, but you won’t answer me truthfully, so I shan’t bother. Ouch, this baby can’t half kick.”

“
Poor you, maybe he’ll end up being a premier league footballer and keeping his mother in the manner she wishes to get accustomed to.”

Shani dried her hands.
“Don’t think I’ve missed you changing the subject just now.”

Bea held the door open for her friend.
“Come on, let’s go,” she said. It was time for her to stop wasting emotion on someone who was already spoken for. Enough was enough. Bea knew it was time to move on from Luke and focus on her future. She had a lot to sort out, and now was the time to get on and do it.

TWENTY-TWO

First of May - The Scent of Lilies

Bea sniffed the intoxicating perfume of the lilies of the valley she’d picked from the garden earlier that morning and scrolled down her phone directory to find the number for her lawyer. It was nine days to crunch time, or D-Day as Simon had teased her, and she was relieved she had taken the day off work. Bea was also glad she’d thought to use the same man her aunt always went to.

“I’m sorry Annabel’s house is considered part of your marriage settlement,” he said, shuffling papers in the background. Bea didn’t know how he ever found anything on his permanently untidy desk. “I know it seems very unfair to you, and I know she would be unhappy to think Mr Porter benefiting in any way from her death. I think the best thing we can do is include in my court papers confirmation that your aunt had booked an appointment to see me, but died before she was able to do so.”

“
Do you think it’ll help?”

“
I can’t be certain. The judge has to base his judgment concentrating on the legalities of each case, not the emotions behind them.”

Bea chewed her lower lip; this was so frustrating.
“What about the Martin Order my sister told me about?” Bea needed some good news, and wasn’t sure how much longer she could afford to keep up this fight against Simon.

“
It’s a good idea, but in all reality, unless you have something with which to bargain or a way of persuading your ex-husband, then I think you’ll be hard pushed to get him to accept this suggestion. By agreeing to the order he will, in effect, be giving up any rights to the property or any monetary gain from its sale.”

“
Mmm, I can’t see him doing that.” Bea chewed her lower lip for a moment. “But you think it’s worth a try?”

“
Definitely. You won’t lose anything by speaking to him. I could write to him formally with the suggestion, but I think sometimes these things are better dealt with on a more, shall we say, personal level.”

Bea also knew how much a letter from him would cost her. She checked her watch, concerned that she was being charged for every six minutes he spoke to her.
“I thought I’d speak to his girlfriend,” Bea said, picturing going to Claire’s apartment and knocking on her door.

“
Worth a go, and Beatrice? Your aunt was a close friend of mine for many years; I want you to know how proud of you she would have been.”

Bea swallowed the lump in her throat.
“Thank you.” The last thing she wanted to do was sell The Brae, but if all else failed then she wouldn’t have much choice. She didn’t relish the thought of having to move Shani out either. Not when she’d been so relieved at the thought of moving in with her baby, but whether she liked it or not, Bea knew she was running out of options, as well as time. She glanced up at her wall calendar. “First of May, only nine days until court.” She ruffled Flea’s head.

She thought through her plan and decided that the best chance she’d having of getting anywhere with Claire would ideally be when Simon was away on one of his business trips, but she had no idea if he had any booked in the next few days, but as long as she went to the apartment when he was out, that was all that mattered.

Bea’s alarm on her mobile pinged. “Hell,” she groaned, already running late for lunch with her stepmother and Mel at Chica’s Restaurant. She couldn’t wait for the wedding to be over and not have to spend so much time with them, but it meant a lot to her dad, so she grabbed her keys and went to collect them, wishing she’d thought to meet them there, rather than give them a lift.

They waited for Mel to pay for a pink crystal she had fallen in love with in the adjoining shop.
“It’ll be perfect to hang in my bathroom window,” she said dreamily. “Oh look, Bea, there’s…” Mel started, leading the way out of the shop and into the small courtyard.

“
Who’ve you seen, dear?” Joyce asked, looking through the window to where diners were seated around numerous metal tables and chairs eating their lunch alfresco under the overhead gas heaters.

“
Er no one, it wasn’t anyone,” she insisted, grabbing Bea by the arm and pulling her away through an archway towards the car park. “I think it’s full here, let’s try somewhere else.”

Intrigued by her sister’s reaction, Bea turned to peer over Mel’s bony shoulder and was astonished to see Tom, head bent towards Vanessa, as he listened to something she was saying.

“Please don’t cause a scene,” Mel begged, pulling her intrigued mother with her free hand. “Let’s go and have lunch somewhere else.”

Joyce took her lead from Mel and, hating a drama more than most things, nodded her agreement.
“Yes, darling, let’s go.”

Bea frowned and followed. Why would she want to make a fuss? Surely they didn’t still believe that she had any feelings for Tom, she thought, irritated by their persistence, but not minding leaving before sitting through lunch. Aware Tom had spotted her, she gave a discreet wave. His serious expression contradicted Vanessa’s triumphant one. Bea walked to her dusty car.
“Everybody in,” she said.

Bea had barely closed the front door on her arrival home when the phone rang. Noticing it was Tom’s number, she decided to ignore it. The answer-phone clicked in.

“Bea, this is Tom. Pick up the phone. I want to explain about meeting Vanessa for lunch.”

Bea picked up the phone and sat down on the Bishop’s seat in the hallway.
“Tom,” she sighed. “I don’t know why you feel the need to do this. There’s nothing going on between us and if you and Vanessa want to get back together then I think it’s great.”

There was a momentary pause.
“Bea, I only met Vanessa at Chica’s because we needed to discuss the children and I thought she wouldn’t get all dramatic on me if we met somewhere public.”

“
Whatever, it’s not my business. I don’t really know why you care what I think.”

“
What do you mean?” He sounded hurt.

“
Tom, we’re not seeing each other. I’m happy by myself. We work together and yes, we do sometimes go out in a crowd together, but I really don’t have a problem if you go out with anyone else.”

“
We get along well though?”

She could hear the neediness in his voice and had to concentrate on not snapping at him.
“We do, and we can still go out for the occasional meal together, but as friends. I hope your ex-wife doesn’t think there’s more going on between us than there is, because I’m not up for being used as some sort of pawn between you both.”

“
Everything’s fine. There’s nothing going on, really.”

She wasn’t sure what she was missing, but something didn’t feel right about this, she decided.

Later that evening, Bea was pleased to find Shani still up watching television in the living room. “What’s the matter?” she asked, noticing the grim look on Shani’s face. Then it dawned on her. “Mel’s phoned, hasn’t she?”

Shani sighed dramatically and threw her head back against the sofa.
“She ranted on for over an hour tonight.”

“
Oh no, poor you,” Bea laughed sympathetically.

“
Poor me, indeed, I had to keep moving the phone from one ear to the other, they were so hot. I thought she’d never go, and she doesn’t get hints, even big ones, like ‘sod off Mel, I’m knackered’. Thankfully, Grant started complaining about their dinner getting cold.” She pushed herself up and followed Bea through to the kitchen.

“
So what’s the latest, dare I ask?” Bea sniffed and tried not to smile at the realisation that Shani must have burnt her toast again. She made them both a mug of tea.

“
You mean, apart from you catching Tom being seen with Vanessa?” Shani teased.

“
I know. Mel and Joyce really can be painful sometimes, especially when they get together. Those two love any hint of a drama.”

“
I suppose he had a good excuse for being out with his ex?”

Bea rolled her eyes.
“Who cares? I think they’re trying to make each other jealous, or something childish like that. I’m not going to get caught up in his problems.” She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and twisted a band around it. “I suppose Mel wants us to meet with her wedding planner again then?”

“
’Fraid so, and she wants us to help her put the seating plan together next weekend and I couldn’t think of an excuse quick enough to get out of it.”

“
Balls.”

“
Balls indeed.” Shani pushed her swollen fingers through her short black hair. “The fatter I get the less my brain seems to connect, and as if it couldn’t get any worse, guess who’s coming to help?”

“
Please don’t tell me my stepmother will be there, too?” Shani nodded slowly, an agonised expression on her tanned face. “She is.”

“
Thank God we’ve only got another few days of this wedding stuff,” Bea said.

****

“You’ll never guess what?” Mel asked them as they sat at a stark white table surrounded by fake flower arrangements, white, pink and grey chiffon and several heavy black folders at the wedding planner’s studio. “Paige bumped into Leilani the other day and she insists they’re having an enormous wedding in early September.”

A tingling sensation shot through Bea’s chest. She concentrated on not changing her expression.

“So soon?” Shani asked. “How the hell are they going to book everything at such short notice?”

“
No idea.” Mel waved the feather from her pink flamingo pen across her cheek. “Especially when you think she’ll have to arrange hotels and flights and such for her family and friends from the States. I don’t fancy her chances of being able to book anywhere decent at this late stage.”

“
You have to book at least a year in advance for the better hotels,” Joyce sniffed. “I don’t know who this young woman thinks she is, but this is Jersey, not Texas and there aren’t many places catering for larger weddings over here. It’ll be like an episode of
Dallas
I shouldn’t wonder.”

“
True,” Mel said looking a little happier. “I do like Leilani.” Shani snorted loudly. Mel ignored her. “But she acts like she’s something special and she’s very spoilt. If she thinks she can pick and choose, she’s in for a shock.” She lowered her voice. “I don’t fancy Luke’s chances when she puts her mind to having something and not getting it.”

Shani laughed.
“Hey, that’s a point. They’ll either have to put the date back to next year or at a quieter time this season or maybe just have a smaller wedding.”

“
Can’t see that happening, can you, Bea?” Mel asked. “Bea, what’s the matter?”

“
Nothing.” Bea shrugged. “I was just thinking.”

“
What about?” her stepmother asked. “Are you feeling all right? You do look rather peaky. I hope you’re not going to come down with anything ghastly.”

“
I’m fine,” she assured her. “If Mel has a hundred guests, we can have ten on the top table, with the rest of the guests seated around a further ten tables.”

Shani and Mel stared at each other.
“Weren’t you listening?” Mel asked. “We were saying…”

“
Melanie, I know what you were saying,” Bea interrupted. “But I’d rather get on with these wedding plans than waste time wondering what Leilani and Luke are doing. Now can we please get on?”

“
Quite right.” Joyce raised her eyebrows pointedly at Mel. “About the table decorations, I have a folder here with several cuttings from recent bride magazines.”

The wedding planner re-joined them.
“I think we’re nearly in agreement about the main points. The colour scheme ties in beautifully with your dress, and the groom’s cravat and waistcoat. Now we want to make sure you’re completely happy with the floral arrangements. There’ll be no changing your mind after today.”

“
But we still have eight days left,” Joyce said, pushing forward her folder. “I have a few suggestions here.”

“
The flowers will need to be flown in, Mrs Philips and sourced by my contacts in England. There won’t be any time for changing minds.”

Bea noticed Shani steal a peek at her, and then thinking better of saying anything, took one of the folders and flicked through it.

“There are some surreal ideas in here. Hey, look at this one.” Shani pointed at an ostrich feather standing in a small iron base in the shape of a bride’s shoe with tiny brides and grooms hanging from it at odd angles.

“
There’ll be none of that tat on Melanie’s tables, Shani, thank you very much,” Joyce insisted. “No, we decided on a shallow vase with one or two orchids floating inside for each table. Simple, yet classy.”

“
That sounds lovely.” Bea winked at Shani. “I think Shani’s hormones are giving her strange ideas.”

“
Well at least we know my wedding photos are going to be incredible.”

“
What do you mean?” Shani looked at Bea and raised an eyebrow.