Winter at West Sands Guest House: A debut feel-good heart-warming romance perfect for 2018

Out of the corner of her eye, Eva saw a familiar car trundling along the road towards them. Eva knew immediately it was Heather who had just dropped Fraser. Grinning like a maniac, she flew by in her people carrier full of assorted children. Not only did she have her own three boys, she was also a childminder and every morning she could be found depositing various children at various locations.

Seeing Eva and Ben, she blasted her car horn, giving a thumbs-up sign. Eva groaned inwardly, hoping Ben didn’t see her friend’s gesture. ‘My friend Heather on the school run,’ she explained with a weak laugh just as Hamish, for reasons best known to himself, decided to launch himself at Ben’s legs. Thankfully Hamish’s front paws only just made contact but enough for two small muddy stains to appear on his trouser leg.

‘Oh, I’m so sorry!’ Eva looked in horror and without thinking reached to try and brush them off. He held his arm up to stop her, giving her a withering glance.

‘It’s fine. Please just leave it. I really better get going.’ His tone had changed, not that she could blame him. He walked off, leaving Eva to wonder how in such a short space of time she had managed to get off to such a bad start with her new neighbour.

Chapter Three (#ulink_40132977-1bd8-51ca-b092-a98de5791f33)

Eva pulled into the driveway of her mother’s house and took a deep breath. She turned to Jamie. ‘Here we are then,’ she said overbrightly. Jamie pulled off his headphones.

‘We’re not gonna be long are we, Mum?’

Making the hour-long journey to the leafy Edinburgh suburb to visit her mother wasn’t exactly Eva’s favourite way to spend a Sunday either but family was family. Her son had already missed out enough losing his father at a young age and Eva was determined he would grow up knowing his grandmother, even if she wasn’t exactly fairy-tale material. As for Paul’s parents, they grand-parented Jamie the way they had parented their only child. From a great distance and with ridiculous amounts of money being sent at birthdays and Christmas.

‘No, we won’t be too long. Give Hamish a run around the garden and then bring him back into the car and remember to leave a window open.’

‘Why can’t he just come in?’

‘You know Gran won’t have dogs in her house.’

‘Come on, Hamish,’ Jamie sighed before slouching out of the car door.

Eva pulled a mirror from her bag and quickly checked her reflection. She’d woken early this morning even by her standards, and hadn’t been able to get back to sleep, all kinds of strange thoughts whirring through her mind. She went over and over it but couldn’t find the thing that seemed to be making her so unsettled. Now her face reflected every minute she had spent pummelling her pillow and tossing and turning. Rummaging in her bag, she found some cream that promised instant radiance, slapped some on her cheeks, and climbed out of the car.

The front door opened and her mother appeared, immaculate as ever. A tailored shift dress with a cashmere cardigan draped over her slim shoulders, Helen Devine was elegant as always. Her blonde hair sat in a neat bob, testament to her weekly visits to the hairdresser’s. Eva walked over and leaned in to her mother for a brittle sort of hug, just as Jamie disappeared around the side of the house with Hamish.

‘Hello, Mum. How are you?’

‘Hello, darling. Come and see my new kitchen!’ She clapped her hands together sounding positively giddy as Eva followed her in. As always, the house was neat and orderly. Anything left lying for more than a minute was either dusted or taken away. Dishes, towels, curtains were all coordinated and a crystal cut vase filled with roses always sat on the hall table.

In the kitchen Helen shared the delights of her new Arlington Cream kitchen. Eva trailed after her making appreciative noises as she was shown the joys of the panelled doors, glazed units, and integrated appliances. ‘It creates such a beautiful streamline effect, don’t you think?’ Her mother’s eyes sparkled as she looked around at her new kitchen, letting out a contented sigh. She seemed inordinately pleased with herself. In fact, she was looking very well, thought Eva. Narrowing her eyes, she peered closely at her wondering if she had succumbed to a little makeover of her own. There was a definite glow about her.

‘It’s lovely, Mum,’ Eva said, genuinely happy for her. Appearances and status meant everything to Helen. Brian Devine’s job as a financial manager had provided his wife with a lifestyle she had taken to very easily and his subsequent life insurance policy had ensured she could keep living it.

Eva walked over to the window and looked out to the garden, thinking how much she still missed her father. A massive heart attack had taken his life and thrown his family’s into turmoil. Eva had been working in an insurance office at the time having recently been trusted with the added responsibility of answering the phone as well as doing the filing.

She knew there had to be something more out there, but just hadn’t figured out what. As her mother was fond of pointing out, there weren’t many opportunities for someone who had left school with not much to show for it. Still, the job gave her enough money to go out with her friends at weekends and buy clothes.

She had met Paul, a ski instructor, the year before on holiday in France. He was handsome, charming, and free-spirited. Eva had a major crush on him, as did most of the girls. She could hardly believe it when he showed interest in her and had been happily swept away by their brief holiday romance. Afterwards, they had kept in touch with the odd phone call or Facebook message.

It had been his idea for Eva to join him in France after her father’s death and it hadn’t taken much to persuade her. It didn’t obviate her pain but it was certainly an effective distraction. Sharing a cramped flat and waitressing long exhausting hours, Eva loved every minute. She relished the freedom and for the first time in her life felt she was having an adventure.

Of course getting pregnant wasn’t supposed to be part of the adventure. Suddenly the carefree life she’d been enjoying came crashing down around her – the heady excitement and freedom that had drawn them together becoming something much more real and serious. Paul surprised her by insisting they marry before the baby was born. Marriage was a practical solution to the unplanned turn of events but Eva didn’t know if that was enough to base a marriage on. However, she brushed aside her fears knowing it was the right thing to do and it certainly helped to take away some of the terror of being pregnant and having to face her mother.

Her poor mother had barely recovered from Eva going off with Paul in the first place but then had to contend with her youngest daughter returning home three months pregnant to marry in a registry office. Eva nervously clutched her small bouquet of creamy white roses during the short ceremony and afterwards their small party had made their way to a rooftop restaurant where they sat with bowls of steaming mussels overlooking Edinburgh Castle. Eva told herself it was romantic but didn’t think her mother would agree judging by her strained expression.

They moved to the highlands where Paul got a job in the Cairngorms ski resort and lived there until the accident. She hadn’t expected things to happen the way they did, but Eva never regretted for a single moment having Jamie in her life.

Staring out of the window Eva could now see him now running around on the neatly clipped lawn with Hamish. The loss of her father and husband had been bad enough but it was Jamie never knowing his grandfather and losing his father that hurt the most. Eva supposed focusing on Jamie had helped her cope with her own grief for Paul and enabled her to move on with her life. Her grief for her father had been harder to deal with – he had been the person she’d looked up to her whole life. He had always been there for her and his absence from her life was still painful. Eva knew if her kind and loving father was still here things would be different somehow and these visits would certainly be easier to deal with.

She closed her eyes and imagined him outside now playing with Jamie. He’d be older obviously, probably retired. His hair would be silver grey but his blue eyes would still be bright and crinkly when he smiled. She could almost hear him laughing as Jamie kicked the ball to him.

Eva inhaled deeply and opened her eyes, surprised to feel tears. She blinked them away just in time to see Hamish happily trampling through a flowerbed and Jamie chasing after him. Eva grimaced, not sure if a crazy dog constituted a suitable male role model for her son. She turned quickly from the window, and pointed to the wall opposite hoping her mother wouldn’t notice the damage being inflicted on her garden by Hamish. ‘So what are you going to do with this wall?’ she asked, moving from the window. Helen looked up from the plate of cocktail-size sausage rolls she was arranging.

‘Oh, I need to choose tiles. I’m thinking green or red, something to add a splash of colour.’ She smiled, gliding and swooping between her new work surfaces like a graceful ballerina.

‘You know, Mum, I could do the tiling for you,’ Eva said running her hand over the bare wall.

‘Don’t be silly, darling. I’ve got a man coming next week to do it,’ Helen replied briskly. Not for the first time Eva wondered if her own determination to master house maintenance skills was a rebound from her mother’s inability to change a light bulb without calling in a man. Helen had resumed her preparations for Sunday lunch and turned her attention to making tea.

‘What can I do to help?’ asked Eva.

‘Could you find a plate for these please?’ her mother replied nodding towards a tray of freshly baked shortbread fingers sitting on the worktop. Eva started opening the cupboard doors, discovering things had been moved around.

‘And how is … business?’ she heard Helen ask. Hearing the disdain in her mother’s voice never failed to amaze Eva, as if her daughter choosing to run a guest house offended her sensibilities in some way. She had long given up on the hope that her mother might show any real interest or pride in what Eva had achieved. There was no point in telling her that she had just finished her best season ever, that she already had repeat bookings for next year.

‘Business is fine,’ she said simply. Finally locating a serving plate Eva arranged the biscuits while Helen spooned tea leaves into a china teapot.

‘It’s such an odd way to make a living though. Having strangers in your house.’

‘Mum, it’s St Andrews. They’re all respectable paying guests, not exactly strangers.’ They’d had this conversation, or one similar to it, several times over the past few years but that didn’t make it any less painful.

‘But all those people traipsing about your home treating you like some sort of glorified maid,’ she continued, giving a little shudder to emphasize her point.

Eva would never deny it was hard work. Guests coming and going, the constant cleaning, laundry and cooking breakfasts. It involved a lot of planning, time, and energy. But living in a big house in a beautiful part of Scotland, running a business that let her be with her son, Eva knew she had much to be thankful for.

Her mother poured milk into a pretty china jug and sighed. ‘I just thought you’d have had enough of it by now.’ Eva managed to suppress a sigh of her own, thinking nothing had changed since she had moved to St Andrews after Paul had died.

‘Will Sarah be coming today?’ Eva asked, desperate to change the subject even if it was to Sarah.

‘Oh, she’ll be here in a minute.’ Helen waved her hand vaguely in the air. ‘She had to take a call for work.’

‘On a Sunday?’

‘She’s in the middle of an important case. I don’t suppose she can switch off just because it’s the weekend.’

Sarah was Eva’s shiny, perfect older sister. After graduating with a law degree, she had moved to Aberdeen to complete her training in the legal department of an oil company. When their father had died, she moved back to Edinburgh, bought a house practically next door to their mother’s, and took a job working for a firm of commercial lawyers. She was always involved in some big case. It wouldn’t surprise her if Sarah didn’t show up today, just like the last two times Eva and Jamie had visited.

With the tea tray now complete, Helen carried it over to Eva and after a brief inspection of the shortbread biscuits, graced her daughter with a fleeting smile.

‘Take this through please, darling,’ she said handing over the tray. Eva did as she was told and headed through to the formal dining room where Helen insisted on serving lunch. Heavy cream and gold curtains framed the French doors, which looked out onto the garden, and a rich brocade tablecloth hung over the polished dark wood table where Eva now placed the tray.

‘Hello, Eva.’

Eva turned to the sound of her sister’s voice. Wearing a crisp white shirt and smart grey trousers and clutching her iPhone, Sarah Devine looked as if she had taken the wrong turning for a business meeting. Beside her, Eva always managed to feel slightly shabby – like the poor relation who had rolled up in skinny jeans and a baggy jumper.

‘Hi, Sarah, how are you?’ Eva smiled, hesitating for a moment before going over for an awkward embrace.