Beaumont Brides Collection (58 page)

‘There’s no need to go to any bother for me, Diana. I’m perfectly happy in the bar. Why don’t we have a drink while we’re waiting, Mac? I’ll have a spritzer.’

He turned back to Diana. ‘Just a mineral water for me.’

‘You’re driving again?’ she asked, as she put two glasses on the bar and proceeded to fill them. ‘How’s the leg?’

‘Nothing to grumble about. It’s propping up the left hand side of me fairly adequately.’

‘Will you be able to jump again?’

‘It’s too soon to say,’ he hedged. ‘Tony’s taking care of the club for the time being.’ He picked up their glasses. ‘We’ll take our drinks outside. Will you give us a shout when there’s a table?’

‘It won’t be long,’ Diana promised. ‘Take a menu with you.’

They settled themselves on an old rustic bench under one of the windows that overlooked the village green and for a moment neither of them said anything. Claudia finally broke the silence.

‘What happened to your leg?’

For a moment she thought he wasn’t going to answer. Then he shrugged. ‘It collided with a bullet on my last visit to Bosnia.’ She winced. ‘I’m not complaining,’ he said. ‘It was aimed at my head.’

‘But it brought your army career to an untimely conclusion?’

‘I was luckier than Mark. Diana’s husband,’ he explained when she asked. ‘He was killed in the Gulf War.’ He leaned back, his arm along the top of the bench behind her. ‘They’d just bought the pub. Mark had done his twenty years in the army. He was due to retire but he had some very special skills.’ Mac stared into his glass. ‘He said he didn’t want to miss the fun.’

‘And was it fun?’

He intercepted Claudia’s thoughtful glance at his leg.

‘There’s not much amusement to be gained from a posthumous medal. Diana’s got a pension of course and she puts a brave face on things, but it must be hard work running this place on her own.’ He indicated the postcard perfect village with a broad sweep of his hand, taking in the distant shimmer of the sea on the horizon. ‘Even with the perfect setting, dreams don’t always come true. What do you want to eat?’

He had changed the subject before she got too inquisitive about his own special skills, she noticed. He didn’t want to talk about the army. Or his leg. Or his life. But she didn’t pick up the menu.

‘At least she has Heather.’

‘Yes, she has Heather. She didn’t lose everything.’ The vivid blue sparkle died from Mac’s eyes and Claudia realised that she had touched some nerve, something buried very deep. He’d lost everything. Had there been a child? ‘But Heather’s getting to the age where she’ll want more out of life than a quiet country pub can offer, no matter how picturesque,’ he continued, somewhat brusquely.

There had been a split second when anything might have been possible, but now it was gone and Claudia knew better than to pursue it.

‘Yes, I suppose she is.’ She wondered if he realised the girl had a crush on him. ‘I’m sure she could be persuaded to stick around if you’re a regular customer,’ she said, sucking in her cheeks.

He looked up, startled out of darker thoughts. ‘Me?’ He suddenly realised what she meant. ‘For heaven’s sake, Claudia, she’s just a child.’

‘Old enough to think of leaving home. I would have said she was seventeen or eighteen.’ And right now bitterly regretting what she had done to her hair.

‘Eighteen, I think. I’m certainly old enough to be her father.’

As if that made any difference. ‘Then it’s a pity you haven’t had the decency to go bald, or lose your teeth, or run to fat,’ she told him. ‘As it is I’m afraid that to a susceptible girl you’re probably the most dangerous kind of man there is.’

‘Dangerous?’ he growled, turning on her. ‘What the hell do you mean by that?’

‘For heaven’s sake, Mac, calm down. I didn’t mean anything sordid. It’s just that she’s a romantic teenager. Your age, your experience will be half the attraction. And you have the kind of lived-in face that some girls seem to find irresistible.’

She didn’t say they were crazy, she didn’t have to; her voice did it for her. Mac didn’t seem to notice any insult, he was too intent on dismissing her theory as madness. His lack of vanity was rather endearing, Claudia thought, but she didn’t make the mistake of telling him so.

‘Beauty and the beast is an enduring fantasy,’ she assured him. ‘Kiss the frog and find the prince. You know the sort of thing.’

‘I’m beginning to get the picture. Which am I, the beast or the frog?’

‘Take your pick. Then, of course, you’re a widower. Hurt, suffering, a man in need of the most tender, loving care. What spotty youth could possibly compete with all that?’

‘You’re serious aren’t you?’

‘Trust me, I’m a woman. I know these things.’

‘I’ve got a gammy knee,’ he offered.

‘It doesn’t show.’

‘You’ve caught me on a good week.’

‘And stops you parachuting for the pure pleasure of flying through the sky?’ Claudia recalled his intensity as he had described the sensation to her.

Mac apparently did not wish to discuss his injury. ‘I’ve still got a stick in the car if you think it would help-’

‘Good grief, no,’ she exclaimed. ‘That would just make you seem even more glamorous to an impressionable teenager.’

‘Glamorous? For goodness sake, Claudia, you’re being ridiculous,’ he began, but she cut him off.

‘Glamour is all in the eye of the beholder. Believe me, Mac, I know. I was eighteen once and a crush on an actor who was even older than you.’

‘Did he have a limp?’ he asked, sourly.

‘No, he didn’t limp, but he wore a patch over one eye. Just for the part he was playing at the time. A black patch. It made him utterly irresistible.’ A fact he knew and exploited to the full. Why else would he have worn the thing when he wasn’t on stage.

‘Did it?’ Mac wasn’t impressed. ‘Well I don’t suppose you tried very hard.’

He had an almost uncanny ability to find the weak spots in her armour, Claudia realised, which was odd, because she didn’t think she had any. But she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing that he had hurt her with his careless remark.

Instead she tutted, gently. ‘I thought you were trying to keep personal remarks out of this relationship, Mac. That wasn’t very businesslike.’

He dragged his hand through his hair. ‘No. I’m sorry.’

An apology? He could take her by surprise too. But Claudia had a use for his unexpected vulnerability.

‘You’re right of course. I didn’t resist at all, in fact I’m afraid I rather threw myself at him. I suppose I must have been a tremendous nuisance, but he relieved me of my virginity with the stylish elegance and skill that any eighteen-year-old would be grateful for.’ She raised her lashes and looked him straight in the eyes. ‘I’m sure you would earn Heather’s undying gratitude if you-’

‘Don’t you dare say it!’ he warned her.

‘You’re not the tiniest bit tempted?’

His brows shot up. ‘You’re not serious?’

‘Actually in your case, no.’ Claudia eyed him over the rim of her glass. ‘You’d feel so guilty that you’d marry the child and that would be a disaster.’

She felt sorry for Heather, but that kind of agony was part of growing up, something to be got through. She had implied that her actor had done her a favour, but a true gallant would have laughed at her, been cruel to be kind.

Mac would probably react by staying away from his friends, which wouldn’t be good for any of them.

She reached out and touched his face with the tips of her fingers. It was hard bone and she could feel the stubble that already shadowed his jaw. He turned to the gentle pressure of her fingers then, as their eyes met, became very still, as if the slightest movement would be a risk.

‘What about me, Mac? Are you tempted by me?’ He didn’t answer. ‘Would you kiss me if I asked you to?’

‘Why would you do that?’ She didn’t answer.

‘The last couple of times you didn’t seem terribly keen.’ His voice was gravelly, just a little ragged.

‘Three’s a charm,’ she murmured and sliding her fingers into the crisp, close cut hair, she leaned into him so that the swell of her breasts brushed against his arm. ‘Try it and see.’ And she closed her eyes.

CHAPTER SEVEN

FOR a moment nothing happened. It seemed she had hung herself out on the washing line and he was leaving her there to dry. Then his lips touched hers, his mouth extraordinarily gentle as it moved over her own, asking questions to which she had no answers.

Quite without warning, what had been nothing more than a skilled performance, a scene acted out for the benefit of the girl watching them from the window, became more. Much more.

Claudia found herself the victim of her own trap as her body was invaded by a delicious weakness, a barely remembered yearning that had too much in common with Heather’s adolescent fantasies for comfort. As Mac raised his hand to cradle the back of her head, to hold her, claim her, she recognised a very real hunger to be loved.

She had thought she was totally in control of the situation, she was always in control, but as Mac deepened his kiss, she was seized by an almost forgotten blissful feeling of vulnerability.

A sudden crash behind them put an abrupt halt to the moment as he released her and swung round, startled.

‘What the hell was that?’

Claudia opened her eyes with the tiniest of sighs. ‘I’m rather afraid it was the sound of Heather’s heart breaking.’

He swivelled back to face her. ‘She was watching us?’

‘She was clearing the table in the window,’ she admitted.

He stared at her for a moment then looked back towards the pub but the girl had disappeared. ‘That was a pretty cruel trick-’

‘Possibly, but it was kinder than leaving her yearning hopelessly for something she can’t have, don’t you think?’ She was distinctly irritable on her own account. She wasn’t much given to hopeless yearnings and it was disconcerting to be caught out by one. ‘Or were you getting to like the idea?’ she added, unkindly.

‘Don’t be ridiculous. She’s a child.’

‘No. She’s not a child.’ Heather was feeling the kind of pain that every woman went through and right at that moment Claudia had more sympathy with the girl than she would have believed possible. ‘Don’t worry, Mac. She’ll go and have a good cry, she might even tattoo my name on an old Barbie doll and stick pins in it. Then she’ll realise that you’re having fun while she’s being miserable so she’ll decide to make you jealous by flirting with some local boy. With any luck he’ll flirt back. And that’s the way the world goes round.’ She felt him relax slightly. ‘But I warn you, if she tips soup in my lap you’ll get the cleaning bill.’

He grinned. ‘It might be a good idea to avoid the soup.’

She grinned back. ‘Cheapskate.’

‘Actually, I was thinking of you. Heather doesn’t do things by half. It would be scalding.’ He looked up as Diana put her head around the door. ‘Are you ready for us, Di?’

‘Any time you like, Mac.’

He stood up and offered Claudia his hand. ‘What do you say? Are you prepared to risk it?’

‘I’ll have to, or faint from hunger.’

Diana led them to the table that Heather had been working on. ‘Have you decided what you want to eat?’

‘Oh, no. I’m sorry.’ Claudia looked up from the noticeable damp patch on the carpet. ‘I’m afraid I’ve been too busy admiring the view. It reminds me of something.’ She glanced out of the window to the village green.

‘It is lovely isn’t it?’ Diana smiled at her. A genuine smile, full of warmth. And she felt slightly ashamed of her earlier suspicion that the mother, like the daughter harboured fantasies about Mac.

‘Have I seen it on the television? It’s like something that might have been used for one of those dreamy pre-war family-’ Claudia stopped. She suddenly knew exactly what it reminded her of. She’d been reading the script of the television film her father was planning to produce in the autumn. This village would make the perfect location. ‘Has it ever been used for filming?’ she asked.

‘Not that I’ve ever heard of. Now that would be good for business.’ Then she sighed. ‘Not that everyone appreciates living in rural tranquillity. Heather can’t wait to get away to university in October.’

‘What’s she going to read?’ Claudia asked.

‘English and drama. I think she’s probably kicking herself for being so rude to you. I’m sure she’d love to talk to you about working on the stage.’

‘If she can come up to town one day tell her to give me a ring and I’ll be happy to show her around the theatre. In fact why don’t to come with her and you can both stay and see the play. Not that it’s likely to be Heather’s cup of tea.’

‘Maybe not, but it’s certainly mine,’ Diana said. ‘Mark and I used to go to the theatre all the time.’

‘Don’t leave it too long.’

‘I won’t.’ Diana gave a little sniff. ‘I’ll send one of the girls over in a minute to take your order. Excuse me.’

‘Oh, lord,’ Claudia remarked, as Diana hurried away, ‘I’m afraid she’s going to cry. I haven’t done much for Diana or Heather have I?’