A Little Revenge Omnibus (15 page)

Now as he sat staring blindly at the screen in front of him, Julian couldn’t believe it. His life was in chaos, ruins... He had been counting on Eve and her inheritance. By God, but she wasn’t going to do this to him. No way... He could soon make her change her mind.

He needed a drink. He lurched over to the kitchen worktop, frowning impatiently when he saw the empty bottle. Well, he would just have to go out and buy some more, wouldn’t he? He still had enough money for that...he could still afford to buy himself a drink...to get drunk... By God, yes, he could still afford to do that, and once he had...

As Julian opened his front door the brilliance of the bright morning hit his eyeballs in fiery darts of pain. Oblivious to the looks on the faces of other pedestrians, he started to stagger towards the centre of the town. His car was parked outside the house, but some vestige of self-preservation warned him that it would be extremely unwise for him to drive.

* * *

K
ELLY
TOO
HAD
made the same decision, but for very different reasons. It wasn’t drink that made her aware that her reactions were simply not good enough for her to drive anywhere safely. She was trembling from head to foot as she opened the shop door, dreading her coming interview with Brough, and yet knowing that she was too proud to ring him up and simply tell him that it wasn’t necessary for him to say anything; that she had already guessed what he wanted to tell her and that she understood.

Pride, was it? Was she sure it wasn’t more of a desperate, anguished yearning on the part of a woman far too deeply and vulnerably in love to deny herself the masochistic pleasure of spending some last precious minutes with the man she loved?

It seemed to be adding an even finer edge of cruelty to her unhappiness that it should be such a wonderful day, the sun shining, the air soft and fresh, people walking about dressed in light clothes, smiling...

As she turned the corner at the bottom of the street she could see across the town square to the river, glinting happily in the sunshine. Rye-on-Averton was such a pretty town that normally just to walk through it lifted her spirits, but not today—no, definitely not today.

Head down, fighting to hold back the tears threatening to overwhelm her, Kelly walked quickly to Brough’s house.

She was less than five yards away from it when she suddenly heard someone calling her name. Lifting her head, she froze as she recognised Julian Cox staggering towards her from the opposite direction. He was quite obviously drunk and looked totally repulsive, she decided as she saw his stubbly jaw and creased clothes.

‘Kelly... What are you doing here...or can I guess? Come crawling round after Brough, have you? What happened? Dropped you, has he?’ he tormented her jeeringly. ‘Well, what did you expect? Surely you aren’t really stupid enough not to guess what he was up to? He wanted to draw you off me because of his sister. That was all... Didn’t you guess? Surely you must have realised that a man like him would never look seriously at someone like you, someone who’s been to bed with half the town... Not that he minded getting a taste of what you’ve got to offer himself... He told me that...said he might as well have full value for his money...’

Julian had gone straight from his house to the supermarket, where he had discovered, contrary to his belief, he did not have enough money on him to buy any alcohol. Infuriated, both by this and Harry’s interview with him, he had, instead of going home, headed for Brough’s house, intending to try to persuade Eve to see reason and change her mind. She would more than likely be on her own at this time of day and he was pretty sure he could persuade her to listen to him.

But just as he had reached the house he had seen Kelly approaching it from the opposite direction, and immediately he had remembered just how she had rejected him and how, because of that rejection, Brough Frobisher had humiliated him—and, no doubt, brought pressure to bear on Eve to end their relationship.

All the fury and vindictiveness caused by this suddenly found a target in Kelly. What better way of getting back at Brough than by destroying his relationship with Kelly? If he knew anything about women—and he did—she would never stay if he told her that Brough had discussed her sexually with someone else.

Now, looking at her face, he knew he had been right—God, he was enjoying hurting her, making her pay for rejecting him.

‘Did you really think he wanted you?’ he taunted her cruelly. ‘How could he? He saw the way you were all over me at the ball... He’s a proud man, our Brough...far too proud to want my leavings...’

* * *

B
ROUGH
HAD
NOT
made as good time coming back as he had hoped. Some unexpected road works had held him up and then, to make matters worse, he hadn’t been able to park his car outside his house but had had to leave it much further down the street.

It was already gone half past eleven. Quickening his stride, he turned the corner to see Kelly standing outside the house with her back to him, facing Julian Cox. What the hell was he doing...?

Immediately Brough started to run.

Julian, who was facing him, saw him first, smirking triumphantly at him as he reached them, taunting Brough drunkenly, ‘How did it feel having my leavings?’ He waved his arms towards Kelly. ‘She’s pretty good, I know, but just in case you’re interested I can recommend someone even better... They say that an enthusiastic amateur is better than a professional any day, I know, but...’

Kelly made a small, tortured whimper of protest but both men seemed to be ignoring her.

‘Well, you saw for yourself at the ball how it was,’ Julian continued tauntingly. He was beginning to enjoy himself now. The effects of the drink he had consumed earlier were beginning to wear off, sharpening his instincts. Kelly looked white and sick. Oh, yes, he really was enjoying this.

‘Of course, Kelly and I are old mates. She and I had a little thing going when I was dating her partner, Beth. Kelly’s like that. She prefers a man who belongs to another woman, don’t you, my pet? She says it adds to the enjoyment...gives it an extra kick of excitement for her...and she certainly likes her excitement, does our Kelly. Has she...?’ He used a phrase which horrified Kelly and made her face burn with shame. She couldn’t bring herself to look at Brough. How could she defend herself against Julian’s charges without going into lengthy explanations? And besides, what was the point? She already knew that Brough didn’t want her, didn’t love her as she did him.

Not returning her love was one thing, she reminded herself in anguish, but having him receive this kind of information about her, knowing how it must affect his judgement of her and his future memories of her, was quite another.

‘It’s okay, though,’ Julian continued laconically. ‘I’ve put her in the picture about Eve and she knows that you were just using her to draw... All you really wanted was to get her out of my life... Is...she in, by the way? I promised her I’d take her out this morning to choose an engagement ring.’

As he spoke Julian stepped determinedly past Kelly, almost knocking her over.

‘I agree with what you said about her,’ he commented loudly to Brough. ‘She’s really just a good one-night lay.’

Suddenly, as Julian looked into Brough’s eyes, the drunken fumes momentarily cleared from his brain. He had, he recognised sickly, made a bad mistake—a dangerous error of judgement. But it was too late for him to have second thoughts now, he realised as the contempt in Brough’s eyes became a seething fury.

* * *

K
ELLY
COULDN
’
T
BEAR
to hear any more. Without turning to look at Brough she started to walk and then to run desperately away, ignoring the concerned stares of passers-by as she ran, head down, along the street, back in the direction she had come.

Brough watched her like someone turned to stone.

‘I need to see Eve, Brough,’ Julian started to plead whiningly.

Cold-eyed, Brough turned to look at him. ‘Eve is marrying Harry,’ he told him. ‘You’re not wanted here, Cox, and if I find you anywhere near my sister for any reason...’

‘Are you threatening me?’ Julian began to bluster as he knew he had gone too far in venting his rage against Kelly.

‘No. I’m telling you,’ Brough said softly. ‘And, by the way, you’ve wasted your time coming here. Eve isn’t here; she’s gone to visit her in-laws-to-be. Now, if you’ll excuse me I—’

‘I wouldn’t waste your time going after Kelly,’ Julian interrupted him, grinning. ‘Everything I said about her was true. But you must have found out what she’s like for yourself by now. She doesn’t make a man waste time; I’ll give her that. Pretty energetic in bed, isn’t she? Pity she’s not been a bit more exclusive about how she hands it out...’

Julian never saw the blow that hit him, he certainly felt it, though, as he dropped to the floor, trying to stem the blood pouring from his nose. He started to curse but Brough had already gone.

* * *

I
NSTINCTIVELY
K
ELLY
HEADED
for the river path and its protective seclusion.

She couldn’t go back to the shop, not just yet, and there was nowhere else, no one else, she could go to—not like this...

Oh, but it had hurt, hurt more than anything else in her life, knowing what Brough must be thinking about her. None of Julian’s crude accusations were true, of course—at least not in the way he had said them.

Apart from a brief, immature adolescent relationship with the boy who had been her first lover, there had been no one else in her life other than Brough, and certainly no one else in her bed. But how on earth could she prove that to Brough?

He might not love her but at least he had liked her, respected her, and she couldn’t bear to think of him now carrying an image of her that Julian had painted for him. But even if she could bring herself to face him and explain, why should he believe her?

The river path was empty of other walkers, and Kelly’s fast pace had slowed as the thoughts started to tumble around in her head.

‘Kelly!’

The shock of hearing Brough’s voice behind her made her stumble, but immediately he was beside her, catching her up in his arms.

‘Why did you run off like that?’ he demanded as her body stiffened defensively in his hold.

Agitatedly Kelly shook her head. The shock of him suddenly appearing, never mind what being held so close to him was doing to her nervous system, was too much for her to cope with.

‘Those things that Julian said—it wasn’t...I never... You have been the only one—’ Kelly stopped, unable to go on.

She could feel Brough’s tension, and when he lifted his hand to raise her chin so that she was forced to look into his eyes Kelly felt as though she would die from the pain of what she was expecting him to say, but to her shock what she saw in his eyes wasn’t contempt and rejection, but love and tenderness and, along with it, anxiety.

‘Kelly, I don’t understand. You surely don’t think I could possibly place any credence on what Cox was saying?’

Kelly stared at him.

‘You didn’t...you don’t believe him?’ she whispered.

‘Of course not. How could I? What kind of man do you think I am?’ he demanded, his expression changing, darkening. ‘I certainly don’t need a man like Cox to tell me anything about the woman I love. I can learn about her for myself, and what I have learned...’

The woman he loved. Kelly felt as though her heart was going to burst with joy.

‘You love me?’ she asked him huskily.

He was still frowning.

‘Of course I do. You know that. I told you... Kelly... Kelly, darling, please don’t cry,’ he begged her as he drew her closer. ‘Please, please don’t cry, my love...’

‘You left me,’ Kelly wept, more out of relief and joy than unhappiness; after all, what possible reason was there for her to be unhappy now, with Brough’s arms around her, Brough’s words of love ringing so sweetly in her ears, Brough’s lips so close to hers?

‘I had to,’ Brough told her. ‘I’d had a phone call to say that my grandmother had been taken into hospital. You were so deeply asleep I couldn’t bear to waken you...’

‘Your grandmother,’ Kelly repeated, instantly asking anxiously, ‘Oh, Brough, what...? How...?’

‘She’s fine... She had a fall followed by pneumonia but she’s well on the way to recovery now and very much looking forward to meeting you.’

‘You’ve told her about me?’ Kelly asked him shyly. ‘Oh, what...?’

‘I told her you were interested in seeing her tea set,’ Brough teased her, relenting when he saw the uncertainty still clouding her eyes.

‘I told her I love you and that I want you to be my wife,’ he told her huskily. ‘She can’t wait to meet you and I’ve promised that I’ll do my best to persuade you to come with me when I drive down to see her tomorrow...’

‘Oh, Brough...’

‘You’re crying again,’ he chided her.

‘It’s because I’m so happy,’ Kelly assured him. ‘Say that again...’

‘What, that you’re crying?’

‘No...what you said about loving me and wanting to marry me,’ Kelly told him softly.

‘I love you and I want you to marry me,’ Brough repeated dutifully, but before Kelly could respond to him he was cupping her face and kissing her tenderly and slowly, and then not tenderly at all as her emotions caught fire and she clung passionately to him, returning the demanding pressure of his mouth, her whole body singing with joy as it recognised just how much he truly loved and wanted her.

‘Brough, about Julian...’ Kelly began slowly when she had finally managed to persuade him to stop kissing her.

‘What about him? He means nothing to us; he has no place in our lives, our future,’ Brough pointed out.

‘No. But, yes, he does have a place...sort of...in my past,’ Kelly told him carefully, adding hastily, ‘Oh, no, it’s not that we were ever lovers.’ She gave a small shudder. ‘I couldn’t...he’s loathsome...and I... Well, as a matter of fact, you’ve been the only...that is... There was a boy when... Brough, how can I explain about Julian if you keep on kissing me?’ she protested shakily.