Tangled Emotions

Joe looked unconvinced. ‘Just the same, you might consider giving up night wanderings, Miss Dysart.’

‘I already have,’ she agreed soberly. ‘I’ve learned my lesson, believe me.’

‘Good. So what would you like to drink?’ His eyes gleamed. ‘Do artistes like you demand pink champagne?’

Fen let out a gurgle of laughter. ‘No way would I describe myself as an artiste. And I’d prefer tea to pink champagne.’

‘Then come with me.’ Joe took her along the hall to a galley-style kitchen, which by daylight, he informed her, enjoyed a view of the back garden through the full-length window.

Fen sat down at the rectangle of marble which served as a kitchen table, and watched her host make tea in a chunky white pot. He shot her a look as he took mugs from a cupboard.

‘Why the wry little smile?’

‘It just occurred to me that I had the most colossal cheek in latching on to you tonight.’

He chuckled. ‘I was glad to oblige. You’ve given me a couple of very entertaining evenings, Miss Dysart.’

‘Not all down to me. You had dinner in London before you ran into me last night,’ Fen reminded him. ‘Did you live there before you came here?’

He nodded. ‘But when the firm opened a branch in Pennington, I volunteered to relocate.’

‘Because you fancied a change?’

‘That too. But I’m single, with no children to uproot, so I was an obvious choice to make a move.’

Single, but not unattached, thought Fen with a touch of regret. ‘Shall I pour tea for you, or are you having something stronger?’

‘Tea. I’ll wait until I get back for a nightcap.’

‘By the way, did you manage to make peace with your lady?’

‘No.’ Joe’s eyes shuttered. ‘I had an illuminating—and unpleasant—little exchange with Melissa earlier on, which is why I went to the Mitre for a drink afterwards.’

‘That bad?’ said Fen with sympathy.

‘Not good.’ He looked at her for a moment. ‘Would it bore you to hear the details?’

‘Not in the least,’ she said truthfully. ‘Did she break up with you?’

‘No, quite the reverse. Melissa took me by surprise. She’d been trying to persuade me to keep on my London flat for weekends all along, but last night I learned why. She took it for granted she could just move from her flat into mine.’ His face hardened. ‘She informed me it was pointless to go on paying good money for rent on her flat when my place would be empty during the week.’

Nice lady, thought Fen. ‘You didn’t want that?’

‘No. Something she refused to believe over dinner last night. So to avoid a scene in the restaurant I put her in a taxi and drove straight here.’ He shrugged. ‘But tonight I explained, in words of one syllable, that the sale of the London flat was needed to finance this place, at which point she flew off the handle and told me she had no intention of burying herself in the back of beyond, even for me.’

‘Ah,’ said Fen, privately thinking that anyone who looked on Pennington as the back of beyond was best given up as a bad job. ‘Has she seen this flat?’

Joe shook his head and refilled her mug. ‘No.’

She smiled up at him. ‘It might change her mind if she did.’

‘No point. I’ve never thought of her as my “lady”, as you put it, so I made it very clear,’ he said, his voice extra-dry, ‘that her sacrifice was not, and never had been, required.’

‘Ouch!’

‘Exactly. Melissa went through the roof, exposing a side to her personality kept firmly under wraps before. Which is why I felt in urgent need of a drink afterwards. And thought of the Mitre—and you.’ He sat back in his chair. ‘So. Apart from the angry cousin, is there someone in your life?’

‘No. I’m on my own.’ She drank some tea to counter a fleeting wave of misery. ‘My mother died when I was born.’

Joe reached a hand across the table to grasp hers in sympathy. ‘Your father brought you up?’

‘No. Relatives.’ She detached her hand and got up. ‘Time I went home, if that’s all right with you.’

He got to his feet. ‘I obviously touched a nerve.’

She smiled ruefully. ‘Only because I’m a bit on edge after meeting Adam.’

‘I’ll try to keep off contentious subjects in future,’ he promised. ‘So, when can I see you again?’

‘I work pretty unsociable hours,’ Fen reminded him.

He raised a straight dark eyebrow. ‘Is that a no?’

‘No, it’s not. I’m off this Sunday, if that’s any good.’

‘Sunday it is. What shall we do?’

Not sure how much of Sunday he had in mind, Fen played safe. ‘You choose.’

‘Let’s see what the weather’s like and go from there. How soon do you surface after Saturday night at the Mitre?’

‘Nine-ish?’

‘I’ll ring you.’ Joe took her hand again, and turned the palm up. Fen stood very still as he bent his head to kiss it. He straightened, and smiled into her watchful eyes, then closed her fingers over the spot his lips had touched and led the way from his elegant apartment.

‘I’m afraid we’ll have to go back to the Mitre,’ Fen told him as he drove off. ‘My car’s parked there, which is partly why I forced myself on you. I don’t want Adam to know which car I drive these days, either.’

‘Curiouser and curiouser,’ said Joe casually. ‘Does Cousin Adam lust after you, by any chance?’

‘Absolutely not!’ said Fen, turning a shocked face on him. ‘He’s married, with two children.’

Joe shrugged. ‘It doesn’t always rule such things out.’

‘I know that! But it does in this case. It’s not that kind of thing at all.’ She heaved a sigh. ‘We had a quarrel. Such a bad one I’m still licking my wounds.’

When they reached the deserted Mitre car park Joe switched off the engine and turned to her.

‘Now this cousin of yours knows where you work, he’ll be back.’