Hidden Love

‘I doubt if Danny will think so.’

‘Danny?’ Rachel frowned.

‘Danny,’ Hilary nodded, looking pointedly over Rachel’s shoulder.

She turned with a groan, seeing Danny making his way determinedly to their table. And he didn’t look very happy, far from it in fact.

‘Hilary,’ he nodded tersely in her direction.

‘Danny,’ she greeted in a tight voice. Danny Maxwell was not one of her favourite people, something he was only too well aware of.

‘Can I talk to you, Rachel?’ he asked tightly.

She flushed. ‘Well I—–’

‘Don’t mind me.’ Hilary stood up, as slender as Rachel but slightly taller. She picked up her cup. ‘I want to get a refill anyway. Rachel?’

‘Not for me, thanks,’ she refused, watching as Danny sat down in Hilary’s vacated chair. ‘That wasn’t very kind,’ she told him sharply.

‘I’m not feeling particularly kind,’ he scowled. ‘Did your mother tell you I telephoned last night?’

‘Yes,’ she nodded.

His eyes narrowed. ‘But you didn’t feel like calling me back?’

‘I got home late, Danny—–’

‘From taking that woman to hospital?’

‘Yes. You see—–’

‘I told you you’d get dragged into being involved—–’

‘I didn’t get dragged into anything, Danny,’ she sighed. ‘I stayed with her because I wanted to. She had a little girl, if you’re interested.’

‘I’m not,’ he said coldly.

‘I didn’t think you would be.’

‘And what’s that supposed to mean?’ He was instantly on the defensive.

‘Nothing,’ she muttered, gathering her books together. ‘I have to get to my next class.’

His hand on her wrist stopped her, but there was none of the tingling sensation she had experienced with Nick St Clare. ‘Is our date for tonight still on?’

She had forgotten all about their arrangements to go and see the latest James Bond film. But she didn’t want to go anyway, she found Danny’s behaviour of yesterday had put her off the boy himself. ‘Not tonight, Danny—–’

‘Why?’

‘I—Well, because—–’

‘You don’t want to see me any more, right?’ he said roughly.

Oh dear, she always hated breaking up with boys, especially as Danny didn’t appear to be going to make it easy for her; his grip on her wrist was unrelenting. ‘I think it might be better if—–’

‘Oh, spare me the little speech about how you don’t want to see me any more but we can still be friends,’ he sneered, releasing her wrist. ‘I’ve said it too many times myself to know it isn’t true.’

‘Danny, I’m sorry—–’

‘I’m not,’ he said insultingly. ‘You’re a little prude, Rachel. I think two months is long enough to tell me you aren’t going to give me anything but kisses.’

She flushed. ‘Is that all you can think about, what you can get from a girl?’

His mouth twisted mockingly, marring his good looks. ‘What else is there?’ he scorned. ‘You surely didn’t think I intended getting serious about you?’

‘I hope not,’ she told him with blunt honesty, standing up to look down at him with cold grey eyes. ‘I think you have a lot of growing up to do before you become serious about anyone.’

‘Ready, Rachel?’ Hilary appeared at her side.

Rachel looked down at Danny’s angrily flushed face, flicking her hair back. ‘More than ready,’ she nodded, leaving with her friend.

Hilary giggled as they stepped into the lift. ‘What did you say to upset him?’

‘Just the truth,’ she shrugged. ‘That I didn’t want to go out with him any more.’

‘You finished with Danny Maxwell?’ her friend gasped.

‘Well … yes.’

‘You really did?’ Hilary frowned.

‘Yes.’

‘Goodness!’

‘Well, don’t sound so surprised,’ Rachel laughed. ‘It isn’t unheard-of, you know.’

‘To Danny Maxwell it is!’

‘Not any more,’ she grinned, feeling no remorse. Danny had been as surprised as Hilary by her decision not to see him any more, and his reaction had shown him in his true colours.

‘I’m glad,’ Hilary said seriously. ‘I never did like him. He’s all tight jeans and biceps.’

‘Hilary!’

‘Well, he is,’ her friend muttered. ‘Now Nicholas St Clare is what I would call a real man.’

Rachel stiffened, glad that the lift had arrived at their floor. ‘I don’t want to talk about Mr St Clare.’