Dearest Rose (38 page)

Softly, slowly and with infinite care, he kissed her, so lightly that the embrace was barely there, and yet Rose felt it with every particle of her body, years of repressed longing surging through her like a tidal wave. There was no uncertainty here, no fear. This was nothing like the reckless experimental kissing she had tried with Ted. All Rose felt now was the overwhelming sense that finally she was where she belonged. For so long she had thought herself in love with a fairy-tale prince, a perfect creation of her starved imagination, but now, now she knew that the love she felt for Frasier was real, because finally she knew the real man behind her dreams, and he was more wonderful in reality than she could ever have dreamt of.

‘I feel like you might break in my hands, you are so delicate,’ Frasier whispered, breathless with love for her.

‘I’m not so delicate that you can’t kiss me again,’ Rose whispered, leaning into his embrace, this time their kisses a little bolder, a little more insistent. Then Frasier withdrew.

‘There’s no need to hurry this,’ he said. ‘Not after we’ve waited so long.’

‘Have you changed your mind?’ Rose asked him anxiously, always prepared for the worst.

‘No, no … God, Rose, not at all. There’s nothing more I’d
like
than to take you to bed right now. But you, you’ve been through so much, and me, I’ve waited almost eight years to have this moment, this lifetime with you. I don’t want to rush it. Everything has to be just right before we are truly together. There are people who deserve our honourable treatment: Cecily, your father, Maddie. And most importantly you. You are like a flower, a rose, too easily crushed, and I won’t let either one of us putting a foot wrong in a rush to be together endanger you or what we might have here.’ He smiled, drawing her into his arms and holding her tight, kissing her hair. ‘It’s too wonderful, too miraculous, to be able to love you at last and for you to love me back, for me to let any little detail spoil it. So I’m going to kiss you once more, dearest Rose, and then we will say good night, and if I sleep tonight, which is unlikely, it will be knowing that I’ve fallen in love with the woman I’ve always been in love with, and in the morning I can start making everything right so that we can be together for the rest of our lives.’

‘Really?’ Rose breathed. ‘Do you really mean it? Richard will make it difficult, you know. He will still want to hurt me, punish me for leaving him.’

‘He can try,’ Frasier said, ‘but with me at your side he won’t have a chance. And besides, you are much stronger than you realise, Rose. Look at all you’ve conquered so far just to be here. I would say that makes you positively formidable.’

Frasier climbed to his feet and took Rose’s hand to help her up.

‘Good night, Rose,’ he said, escorting her up the first flight of stairs.

‘I feel happy,’ Rose said, her brow wrinkling as she took the
first
step up to her room. ‘I always worry when I feel happy, something always goes wrong.’

‘Not this time,’ Frasier said. ‘I swear it to you. Good night, my love.’

‘Good night, Frasier,’ Rose said.

When, at last, she slipped under her covers, feeling the cool sheets against her skin and knowing that Frasier was only one floor beneath, and Maddie was sleeping peacefully at her side, Rose did indeed feel happy. Happier than she could ever remember feeling before in her entire adult life, because for the first time, at last, she had a future she could truly look forward to.

Chapter Fifteen

‘YOU ARE HUMMING
, Mum,’ Maddie said as Rose did her best to brush her hair into some sort of style, before breakfast. ‘Why are you humming?’

‘I don’t know,’ Rose said happily, thinking of the last few seconds when the tips of her fingers had touched Frasier’s on the banister last night. ‘It’s a beautiful morning, we’ve moving up to Storm Cottage, you are a wonderful daughter. I feel happy, I suppose.’

‘Me too,’ Maddie said thoughtfully. ‘I feel happy too, although I
will
miss Jenny’s cooking.’

‘Come on then,’ Rose said, holding her hand out to Maddie. ‘Let’s go and get one last Jenny special breakfast.’

Rose and Maddie were chattering happily away to each other as they walked into the dining room to find Frasier already sitting at a table. Seated opposite, much to Rose’s surprise and dismay, was Ted. Instantly Rose’s quiet contentment transformed into repressed anxiety. What was Ted doing here? What did he want and, more importantly, what was he planning to say and to whom?

Keep calm, Rose told herself. This, after all, is where Ted’s mum lives. He’s got every right to be here and probably it’s got nothing at all to do with you.

Both men looked up when they saw Rose and Maddie, smiles breaking across their faces.

‘Rose,’ Frasier said simply, keeping his promise to keep their attachment a secret until all obstacles had been resolved, not that he needed to say a word: it was in his eyes, and as clear as day. It was rather thrilling, Rose thought, like being in an Austen novel, two secret lovers exchanging nothing more than longing looks and the occasional touch. However, Ted sitting right across the table from Frasier, did rather put a dampener on the thrill. Rose could sense that he had come with a purpose, and that it had something very much to do with her. It would be all right, Rose told herself. Ted was her friend, he wouldn’t set out to hurt her.

‘Hi, Rose,’ Ted said, half getting out of his chair as she approached. She would have sat at another table but Maddie went straight over and sat next to Frasier. ‘I’m glad I caught you before you left the B & B to move in with your dad.’

‘Oh?’ Rose said, doing her best to appear unconcerned about why that might be.

‘Did your girlfriend kill you?’ Maddie interrupted Ted, talking to Frasier with genuine curiosity.

‘Not yet,’ Frasier said, glancing at Rose and smiling. ‘Perhaps later. Almost certainly later.’

‘I hope not,’ Maddie said. ‘I quite like you.’

‘I was hoping for a quick word,’ Ted said, as Rose sat down reluctantly next to him, instantly drawing Frasier’s interest away from his bacon. ‘In private, please?’

‘And what have you got to talk to Rose about in private, young man?’ Jenny asked him mistrustfully as she appeared with a pot of fresh tea.

‘Well, if I told you it wouldn’t be private, would it?’ Ted told her, winking at Maddie, who giggled. ‘Have you got a minute, Rose? Maybe we could have a quick chat in the annexe.’

‘In the annexe?’ Jenny exclaimed, irritated. ‘In the annexe? You know what you are, Ted? You are no better than you should be.’

‘Yeah, right, Mum. Still got no idea what you mean by that,’ Ted said, clearly keen to say whatever it was he had come here to say. ‘Rose? If you don’t mind?’

‘Um, OK … well, just for a minute,’ Rose said, smiling weakly at a concerned-looking Frasier, whose brow furrowed as he watched Rose disappear with Ted.

‘Mum’s always going off with Ted,’ Rose heard Maddie say as Ted followed her out of the room, indulging in her habit of saying things just for the dramatic sake of it. ‘It’s like they’ve got a secret or something.’

‘Ted, look …’ Rose began as soon as they were alone, eager to get this sorted and to return to Frasier. ‘It’s fine. You don’t have to say anything.’

‘I do,’ Ted insisted. ‘I have to say I’m sorry.’ Rose waited for him to say more, but he faltered, gazing up at the battered fringed lampshade for inspiration.

‘OK, great. Never mind, let’s forget about it,’ Rose said, but before she could turn back, Ted was talking again.

‘I’m sorry that I walked in the other direction the other day and pretended that I hadn’t seen you when I obviously had. And I’m sorry that I haven’t got in touch since the other night. You must think I’m a right dick.’

‘It’s OK,’ Rose repeated, edging towards the door. ‘You don’t
have
to be sorry, you don’t have to explain. I get it. We got a bit carried away – I got a bit carried away – let’s just forget about it and move on, right?’

Ted stared at her aghast. ‘That’s not what I’m trying to say at all.’

‘What?’ Rose asked him, looking longingly at the exit, which Ted was blocking. ‘Pardon?’

‘You’ve got to me,’ Ted said simply. ‘That’s why I never got in touch, after … the last time. I was trying to get my head round it. And to be honest, it’s taken me this long to pluck up the courage to tell you.’

‘Oh,’ Rose said, reluctant to hurt someone who’d been so kind to her. ‘Oh, Ted. I’m so sorry …’

‘Please don’t tell me you don’t feel it too,’ he said unhappily. ‘I know you did, because it would be impossible for me to feel something so strongly that was only one-sided, I know it would.’

‘But the truth is,’ Rose said as carefully as she could, ‘I
don’t
feel the same way. I just don’t.’

‘I know,’ Ted went on as if he hadn’t heard her. ‘I know what you’re going to say: you’re older than me, still married, and you’ve got a kid to think about. But if you do think about it, Rose – I mean really think about it – those are just excuses. You’re going to live with your old man, so you’ll have a permanent base near me. Just right for us to get to know each other, with no pressure whatsoever.’ Ted spread his hand flat in the air to emphasise his point. ‘And you won’t be married for ever. I can help you start divorce proceedings, even take care of your ex if he annoys you.’

‘Ted,’ Rose tried again, wrought with guilt and regret. Never, not once, had she thought that perhaps the first ever moment
of spontaneity in her life would come to this, that she’d somehow end up hurting Ted. ‘We can’t, I don’t want to, you see. Because I –’

Before Rose could utter another syllable Ted had grabbed her by the arms and was attempting to kiss her. Panicking, and suddenly very afraid, Rose twisted her head away and tried her best to wriggle out of his grasp, overwhelmed in that moment by her need to get away from him, away from any man intent on forcing himself on her.

‘No,’ she cried. ‘No, no, no!’

Just at that moment Jenny and Frasier walked into the room.

‘So you think it could be like a studio, like an artist’s, perhaps for travelling painters …?’ Rose was dimly aware of Jenny saying just as she and Frasier came into full view.

‘Edward!’ Jenny shouted, horrified. ‘Put that girl down at once, do you hear me?’

‘What the hell is going on here?’ Frasier asked, as Rose backed away, taking a breath, her heart racing as she struggled to shrug off the memories of Richard pinning her down and refusing to let her go. This was nothing like that, she told herself, this was just Ted refusing to hear what she was saying. But still, she couldn’t stop herself from trembling, from wanting to bolt from the room and find a safe place to hide as suddenly she was drenched in that sickening sense of shame once again.

‘It’s nothing,’ Rose said, all the tremor in her voice clearly indicating otherwise as she struggled to collect herself, her terrified body defying her. ‘Nothing. Just some crossed wires. Ted thought, he thinks that he likes me … but I’ve explained to him that it wouldn’t work. That I’m with you now.’

Too late Rose realised how cold and blunt her efforts
to
seem coherent must have sounded to Ted, who had done nothing really, other than offer her his heart on a plate, only to have it trampled on in front of an audience. He stared at her, his face a picture of pain and rejection.

‘Ted, you idiot,’ Jenny said, slapping him smartly across the back of the head. ‘Whatever were you thinking, forcing yourself on Rose like that? She’s practically old enough to be your mother, for one thing, and for another I’ve taught you better manners than that, you silly boy.’

‘It didn’t look like Ted was really getting the message, it has to be said,’ Frasier added, going to Rose and putting a protective arm around her, inflaming Ted’s already heightened colour even more. ‘Are you OK?’

‘I’m fine,’ Rose said, sensing that Ted was about to explode with the build-up of rejection and humiliation, that he was on the brink of lashing out, and now it would be very unlikely that Rose would be able to stop him. ‘Seriously, none of this is Ted’s fault. It’s all mine.’

‘Yeah,’ Ted said, his demeanour becoming suddenly cold and fraught. ‘Damn right it’s your fault. Women who kiss men behind other men’s backs are usually to blame when things get out of hand. Anyway, who are you to ask?’ Ted demanded from Frasier. ‘Because I wasn’t
forcing
myself on her. I’d never do that. I was trying to kiss her like I have done a hundred times before, since she got here, and she didn’t complain then. Far from it. She loved it, and more besides. You name it, Rose and I have done it.’

‘Ted!’ Jenny gasped. ‘How could you say such things?’

‘You are skating on very thin ice, young man,’ Frasier said, his jaw clenching tightly, his skin blanching along his clenched knuckles.

Then first Jenny and then Frasier caught sight of the look of excruciating guilt that must have been writ large across Rose’s face, and the penny dropped for both of them at precisely the same moment: that Ted was not lying, at least not entirely.

‘Rose?’ Frasier asked her, his voice void of emotion. ‘Tell me that’s not true.’

‘It’s not,’ Rose said hurriedly, unhappily, unable to keep up with the turn of events. ‘Not the way that Ted’s saying it is. We did kiss, yes. But it was … it was because … it’s hard to explain really. But it was just some kissing, and it never meant a thing.’

‘Oh, really?’ Ted asked her angrily. ‘So we’ve not hooked up a couple of times then, Rose? We didn’t spend most of a night together, naked in that bed?’ He nodded at the stripped mattress behind them, and Rose felt Frasier’s arm slip from around her shoulders and fall heavily to his side.

‘It wasn’t like that, Ted,’ she said. ‘And you know it.’

‘I know exactly what it was like,’ Ted leered at her, all trace of the man she had grown to like so much gone from his face. ‘I know exactly what you were like.’

‘Please, don’t lie, not about this,’ Rose pleased quietly. ‘Please, I know you’re hurt, but –’

‘I’m not hurt,’ Ted said bitterly. ‘I couldn’t care less.’

‘You went after my boy, after everything I said to you?’ Jenny said, stopping Ted from saying more that his mother probably knew he’d regret. Until she spoke Rose had forgotten Jenny was there, so intent was she on stopping Ted from ruining everything with Frasier. It didn’t occur to her that he could ruin everything with Jenny too.