Catch (38 page)

After one last look at the apartment, she walked out the door, trying hard not to burst into tears.
 
Everything that had ever held her here had gone, but that still didn't make it any easier to walk away.

She stood waiting for the lift, tears streaming down her face, visions flooding her mind of the happy times she'd experienced here.
 
For the past week, every time the lift doors opened she still expected Gina or Azzie to materialize and bounce down the hallway.
 
Stifling another sob, she decided to take the stairs.

Sleeping wasn't an option.
 
No matter how still he lay, no matter how many times he closed his eyes and willed the tormented thoughts running through his head to cease and desist, they didn't.
 
Matt had probably the only bright idea he'd had in ages and he needed to talk to someone.

He'd told Marguerite he was giving up the law, but without any real idea of what he'd do instead. Then it came to him.
 

The only person he wanted to talk to about his epiphany wouldn't take his calls.
 

He rummaged through his briefcase for the pre-paid mobile he used occasionally, she wouldn't know the number.
 
Magic.

He dialed Tamsen's number and prayed she would pick up the phone.

"Tamsen speaking."

"Tams, please don't hang up."

"Matt?"
 
She sounded confused.
 
"Where are you calling from?
 
This isn't your number."

Bingo.
 
"Never mind.
 
Please don't hang up - I need to talk to you."

"There's not a lot left to say, Matt."

"Everyone thinks I've done an idiotic thing, but I know you'll understand."

"You've done a lot of idiotic things lately, Matt.
 
Is this a new one, or an old one you're revisiting?"

If he weren't so desperate he'd have tackled her about her tone of voice, but he was tired – and, though he hated to admit it, scared.
 
"I've abandoned my career."

"What?
 
Anything to do with me putting one of your workers in hospital with a life-threatening Strep A infection?"

"Tamsen, don't be trite."

"I'm not being
trite,
Matt - I nearly killed someone."

"It wasn't your fault.
 
We've been over this."

"Try telling her husband that.
 
What's the prognosis?
 
Ahh, wait a minute.
 
At least twelve months recuperating, steroid treatment... For fuck’s sake, Matt, she's not even well enough to get out of bed yet and it's been two weeks."

"It wasn't your fault."

"We'll agree to disagree."

He hated the way she sounded, full of despair and self-loathing.
 
If anyone should be feeling like that, he should.
 
"I've given the firm notice. I'm leaving."

"What?"

"You heard."

"You can't do that."

"I did."

"But the law's your life."

"No, it's my mother's life. You're my life, Tamsen, and I want to be with you."

"Oh, fuck, Matt.
 
You idiot."

"That's not what I want to hear. You're supposed to be overjoyed and say you want to spend the rest of your life with me."

The line fell silent. He pulled the phone away from his ear. Yes, the seconds were still ticking away; at least she hadn't hung up the phone on him."

"Can I come and see you?"
 
He desperately wanted her to say yes.
 
"I just want it to be like it was before.
 
You know..."

She sighed.
 
"Yeah.
 
I know."

"So can I?"

"Can you what?"

"Come over and see you."

"No, Matt.
 
Er, I'm not at home."

Oh shit.
 
His heart sank and his stomach lurched up to meet it. He'd just declared his undying love and she'd met someone else.
 

"Where are you?"

"At the airport."

He didn't know whether to be relieved or angry.
 
Fury won.

"What the fuck are you doing at the airport?
 
Running away, I suppose."

"If you're going to use that tone of voice I'll hang up.

He didn't want her to do that.
 
"Sorry."

"I'm not running away.
 
I just need some time to regroup."

"You could regroup here.
 
I could help."

"You've got enough crap of your own to deal with, and it sounds like you've just added to the load."

She wasn't wrong there.
 
"Tams, please don't go.
 
We've been through so much."
 
He hated begging.

"Everything's in storage.
 
I need to get away." She added, almost as an afterthought, "Not from you, Matt."
 

His stomach had a moment of respite from the gripping fear.
 

"From everything.
 
Mum and Dad have gone septic. I've maybe got a chance at last to work out what I want to do with my life but they've cut me off.
 
Told me they won't finance me into anything else if I go.
 
So I'm on my own."

Just as Tamsen had said Marguerite had threatened to do to him.
 
The irony wasn't lost on Matt. "My mother's already told me she'll disown me."

"Do you believe her?"

"No. But it doesn't matter. We've got an old dilapidated beachfront place up north, on an island. Dad put it in Trust for me years ago. Mom hated him going up there. Come with me. We can start again - just you and me.
 

There was silence on the line again.

A single tear trickled down his face.
 
The best thing that had ever happened to him was slipping through his fingers and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.

"I have to go, Matt."

"Promise me you'll come back. You know I love you, Tams."

"I'm not disappearing off the face of the earth.
 
Just going away for a while.
 
It's for the best, Matt - you know that.
 
Deep down, if you look, you'll know."

Now he did weep.
 
Tears running down his face.
 
He wanted to sob, big, like a child under the bedcovers when no one knew.

"If I got in the car and drove to the airport now could I stop you going?"

Her voice softened. "No.
 
I have to do this, Matt.
 
For me."
 

She paused and he heard her take a deep breath.
 
"I love you, Matt.
 
I love you like I've never loved anyone before.
 
You've mined emotions from me I didn't even know existed.
 
You've brought sunshine into my life, shown me things about myself I would never have seen before.
 
Taught me to think, to stand on my own, fight my own battles.
 
But you've brought dark things into my life too.
 
I feel as if I've been disassembled in the last few weeks. I have to go away and put myself back together.
 
Rebuild and replenish."

"We could do that rebuilding together."
 
It sounded lame even to him.

"No, Matt.
 
This is something I have to do alone and so do you.
 
I love you.
 
Bye."

"Aren't you even going to tell me where you're going?"
 
Now he was desperate.

"I haven't decided.
 
I'll call or email when I get there.
 
Take care of yourself, Matt."

The line went dead and he broke down.

Tamsen closed her eyes.
 
She would not cry.
 
She turned off her cellphone.
 
If he called again her resolve would crumble.
 
Deep breaths.
 
Breathe, dammit.
 
She could breathe through the pain.
 

It was the downside of loving, the pain that inevitably came - as if God decided the ledger had to be balanced somehow. For all the pleasure Matt had brought her there needed to be an equal measure of pain.
 
No way out but through, her therapist had told her.
 
Though there was no escaping the fact - through sucked.

Digging her fingernails into her palms - the physical pain her great antidote to emotional pain - she looked up at the departure board.
 
Letters tumbled down the wall, clattering in some macabre yellow-and-black fountain, full of promise of exotic places she could escape to.

She couldn’t do it. Why would she walk away from the best thing that had happened to her? How could she leave him now? He'd just asked her to live on an island with him. She could almost hear Gina whispering,
'an island for your retreat'
. She’d never told Matt about her dream. Had this been Gina's doing all along?

Groping for her cellphone Tamsen turned it back on and hit reply.

"
Tamsen?
"
 
He sounded stunned.
 
Best be quick, before she lost her nerve.

"I’ll do it."
 
Her heart pounded in her chest.

"What?"

"Run away with you to your island."

"Really?"

“Yes," better solidify the deal, "we can make a new life together."

"You really think so?" She heard hope in his voice and it warmed her through.

"Matt.
 
I know so.
 
I’ve never wanted to be with anyone else the way I want to be with you.
 
But there's something else I need."
 

"I’ll get you a kitten, I promise, I'll even learn to love it."

She laughed. "A kitten would be nice, but that wasn't what I had in mind."

"Children?" Now she could hear the fear in his voice.

"Maybe, one day. But we'd have to get married first."

"Is that a proposal?"

"Might be." She couldn't help teasing him. She loved him. "I never told you, I've always wanted to run a retreat."

"The island's perfect for that." She could hear the palpable relief in his voice. "Well, once we've fixed it up a bit."

"I guess it's settled then. You better get down here and pick me up," she couldn't help adding as an afterthought, "before I change my mind again."

"Sit down. No, don't move. I'm on my way."

Pulling herself up to her full five feet two inches, Tamsen picked up her bag and headed for the nearest exit and the start of their new life, together.
 

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