by Peggy Webb
“You’re a shameless woman,” he murmured.
“I know,” she said as she trailed her hand over his smooth chest. “It’s more fun that way. Don’t you think?”
“If you put it like that,” he said, speaking with difficulty, “then yes.”
She chuckled and began to kiss him, his mouth first, then his neck, little tickling kisses that drew a growl from his throat. His hands began to go into action, but she stopped them.
“I’m supposed to be seducing you, remember?”
“Well, you’ve seduced me now,” he said, grinning. “Let’s get on to the next bit.”
“Wait,” she said, fending him off. “Learn to be patient.”
“To hell with that. If it’s worth waiting for, I want it now.” He began touching her with little tickling movements that sent sensation flowing over her skin. He was a devil who knew she couldn’t hold out when she did that.
“What about that book?” she demanded, feeling herself drowning in sensation. “Foreplay, and all that.”
“I’ve gone on to the next chapter,” he said cheekily.
“Well I—haven’t.” Putting out all her strength she tossed him onto his back. He was surprised enough to let her win, and lay watching her out of glinting eyes that held a warning. He would enjoy her teasing, but he was far from tame. His proud, upstanding member proclaimed that.
She lightly touched the part of him she wanted most, thinking blissfully ahead but heightening the pleasure by deferring it. By now she knew how steely was Luke’s control. He was ready, but he could stay ready for a long time. It was a kind of mutual teasing that they had perfected, and it thrilled her to know that she could excite him that much. Her fingers moved again, caressing and enjoying, loving the feel of him in her hand.
“You’re playing with fire,” he murmured.
“I know. That’s how I like it best.”
“Now, Pippa.”
“Not…quite…now. Hey!” For he had returned the compliment, tossing her onto her back and coming over her swiftly.
“I said now,” he told her firmly against her mouth. “Unless you want to dispute the point.”
“Mmm. What point was that?”
Thought was becoming impossible as she felt him part her thighs. Then he was there between them, finding her, sliding into her. She was almost sobbing with pleasure, wrapping her legs and arms about him with fierce intent. Of all the delights in the world there was only this that really mattered, having your man inside you, feeling the heat of him, smelling his warm, spicy skin, giving yourself to him a thousandfold and taking from him all he had to give. When her moment of release came, she made a sound like a cry of triumph.
As they lay blissfully together afterward, Pippa suddenly exploded with uncontrollable laughter.
“What? What?” he asked, already beginning to laugh with her.
“What we just did—” she choked.
“You’ve never found it funny before.”
“No, not us—Frank and Elly—”
He buried his face against her, and making muffled sounds while his shoulders shook. “Don’t,” he begged at last. “I can’t laugh any more. It hurts. Anyway, perhaps they won’t bother.”
“Oh, they will. They want lots of children, and Frank believes that everything should be done properly. I suppose we shouldn’t laugh. It isn’t kind.”
“We’re not doing them any harm,” he gasped. “And he’s such a—oh, Lord, perhaps I should have loaned him my book.”
“Then he could make a list—and—and tick it—as he—”
And they were off again, clinging to each other in an agony of mirth. The world was theirs, and from their lofty perch of bliss they could afford a little pity for middle-aged people who thought they knew what life was about.
Chapter Four
At the start, four months had seemed to stretch out endlessly ahead, time enough for Luke to see that they belonged together forever. But then four months became three, two, then one, and suddenly it was only a couple of weeks before his work permit expired.
He sat up in bed beside her one night, breathless from the fray, and said, “Oh, baby, I’m going to miss you when I’m gone.”
It took just that long for her world to fracture and collapse. He wasn’t planning to take her back to the States with him. He’d just told her so. Tactfully, kindly, but unmistakably.
The sound of her own voice amazed her. It didn’t sound like someone who was fighting not to scream. “Not long now, is it?”
“Two weeks.”
Not as much as that, she thought. One week and five days. She knew it by heart.
He rolled over and looked down at her. “We’ve had some great times, haven’t we?”
“Wonderful, but—” she took her courage in her hands “—do they really need to end?”
The light was poor, but just enough for her to see the sudden tension in his face. She hastened to add, “I mean—you could get an extension.”
“Oh, that. No, my time is up and your Immigration Department won’t extend it. I did ask. No dice.”
So he wanted to stay with her, she thought, clutching at straws. There was still time for him to ask her to go with him. But the time slipped by without a word, and suddenly it was the last day, and his plane was leaving at noon.
She went with him to the airport, and they sat sipping coffee while they waited for his call. There was a pain in the middle of her chest, like a heavy stone, and she didn’t know how it was possible to endure that pain and keep smiling, but somehow it was. He was going, and he was happy about it. She didn’t have to ask to know that his heart wasn’t breaking. His thoughts had already leaped ahead to California.
She went with him to the gate, and at the last minute he threw his arms about her in a bear hug. “I’ll never forget you, Pippa.”
“Yes, you will,” she said merrily. “There’ll be some beauty in the next seat. You’ll take one look at her and I’ll vanish.”
Deny it! Please deny it!
“Wretch!” he said, tweaking her nose. “That’s what you think of me, is it?”
“This is the last call for—”
“That’s it! Gotta go! Bye, baby. Be happy.”
One last peck on her cheek and he was gone. Pippa watched him walking jauntily away, and although he turned for a final wave, she knew that she had already passed out of his life.
She forced herself to leave at once. She would not, would not become one of those pathetic creatures who stared at a space long after it was empty, as though expecting the person to reappear. Luke wouldn’t turn back. She knew that. And she had too much pride to hang on hopelessly.
Sitting on the subway train on the journey home, she actually cheered up. She had always known this would happen, Luke had never made any secret of his departure date or the fact that there was no room for permanence in his life. They were both modern, liberated people who’d enjoyed a fling and would now get on with their lives.
She was pleasantly surprised to find herself coping so well. She smiled as she entered the guest house, stopped for a chat with Ma and went jauntily on to her room. Once, their room, now hers alone.
Alone.
The word was like the tolling of a bell, and it caught her off guard, just when she thought she was managing nicely. The smiles, the jauntiness and the bravery fell away as swiftly as discarded clothes, leaving her cold and trembling with shock. It was as much as she could do to lock the door before sliding to the floor in an agony of weeping.
He was gone, and she would never see him again. Grief washed over her in endless waves, each one bigger than the first, until she buried her face in her hands to muffle her sobs. He was gone. He was gone.
For a week afterward she walked about like a zombie. She had no appetite and nearly made herself ill by working extra hours at her job, trying to wear herself out, without eating. So the first hint of pregnancy passed by without alerting her. By the time she was forced to recognize the tru
th she was nearly two months pregnant, and so tired and undernourished that she was actually losing weight. One evening she quietly fainted in Ma’s kitchen. Sarah, one of the medical students, caught her as she fell. After that there was no longer any doubt.
She had the phone number of Luke’s parents. Three times she started to telephone, and three times she aborted the call while it was still ringing. There was no way her pride would risk being answered by someone else, lamely explaining that she had known Luke in England, and was he there, please? She could see, as vividly as if they were in front of her, the significant glances his family would exchange.
One of Luke’s passing fancies! Still fooling herself, poor thing!
And if he picked up the receiver himself? Hey, Luke…remember me? I’m Pippa—no, Pippa!
In the end she wrote to him, and it took four attempts to get exactly the tone of voice she wanted: pleased about the news, cheerful, not asking, demanding or even faintly expecting— “just thought you’d like to know.”
She sent the letter off and began a week of agony, two weeks, three. Oh, God, he was going to ignore her! He probably felt entitled to. No strings. That had been the deal.
But she knew that if Luke, who was all the world to her, could brush her off in such a cheap, callous way, her heart would break forever.
After a month he telephoned, full of apologies. He’d been away from home, and his mail had just piled up. His voice was friendly, concerned, but not lover-like. In the joy of being able to believe in him again she found she could cope.
“How are you feeling?” he asked. “Queasy? Poor thing.”
She actually managed to chuckle. “Luke, I never felt better in my life. It’s no big deal.”
“You’re all right about it, then? I mean, you want to have the baby?”
“Of course. I’m looking forward to it.”
“And it’s okay—as things are? You don’t feel the need of anything boring and old-fashioned…like a husband?”
“Luke, honestly! In this day and age?”
“Well, some people still do. Anyway, I’m available if—if you like.”
So there it was. In his own, dutiful, roundabout way, he had asked her to marry him. The temptation to seize the chance was mind-blowing. Why not? Other men had started from this point and made happy marriages. She took a deep breath.
But before she could say the words, Luke added, “Of course, I’ll support you and the baby whatever happens.”
And the moment was gone. He’d spoken just quickly enough to tell her what answer he was hoping for. He was a nice boy and he had a conscience. But conscience wasn’t enough.
“Darling, you’re sweet, honestly you are,” she said with a laugh. “But people don’t have to get married these days. Am I such a weakling that I can’t look after a little baby without you?”
“Just thought I might have a place in the proceedings, Ms. Modern and Liberated.”
“Mr. Solid and Reliable,” she teased. “You don’t want to turn out like Frank, do you?”
“Perish the thought!”
They talked for a while longer, and he promised to send her some money soon. Laughing, she wished him all the best. She knew she’d done well, sounding just right, cheerful, invincible, ready to tackle life with a song.
Then she hung up.
Then she sat staring at the dead telephone. Then she locked herself in her room and sobbed until there were no tears left in all the world.
When the rest of the boarding house heard about the coming baby, they took her under their various wings. Every budding doctor in the place regarded this pregnancy as his or her special province. She left the Ritz and became Ma’s permanent cook. This was a relief to everyone. Luke’s departure had been a blow to more than Pippa.
Josie’s birth was treated as a house event, and the other mothers in the maternity ward looked on in envy as visitors crowded around Pippa’s bed. They even took bets as to which of the five young men would turn out to be the father.
But none of them was. Josie’s father sent a pretty bouquet, a card with affectionate wording, and an extra check to “buy her something from me.” But he didn’t come to see her.
Soon after that, Ma’s “rheumatics” grew worse, and Pippa took full-time control of the house. It was the perfect job for her, enabling her to keep Josie with her all the time, with an unlimited supply of willing baby-sitters. For this she received her room and board and enough money to enable her to bank the checks that came from Los Angeles.
Luke might be irresponsible in many ways, but as far as money went, he had never let her down. When his finances improved, so did hers. Over the years her nest egg grew fast, banked in high interest accounts. By the time Ma was ready to retire, Pippa had enough for a deposit, and was able to get a mortgage and buy her out. Luke promptly sent an extra ten thousand dollars to pay for refurbishments.
The place thrived. Pippa could now consider herself a successful businesswoman. Customers poured in, attracted by her high reputation and the excellence of her cooking. She thought wryly that she’d found herself in the same trap as her mother, longing to go wild with imaginative dishes, but catering for those who only wanted “good, plain food.”
Sometimes she remembered her dream, to be the greatest cook in the world. But that dream seemed very far away now. As far away as Luke himself.
It was eleven years since she’d seen him, although his fast-growing celebrity status meant that she knew what he looked like. He’d grown a little heavier from the lean boy she remembered. He was a man now, but his face was still full of wicked humor and more attractive than any man had the right. The sight of his picture could still make her smile.
The pain had gone, leaving only sweet memories and Josie, a child to delight any mother’s heart. On the whole it was a reasonably happy life, until one day, Jake, who’d just passed his medical exams, said, “Pip, for a woman in her twenties you get breathless far too quickly.”
And suddenly she was a child again, saying, “Mummy, why are you always out of breath?”
“It’s nothing, darling. Nothing at all.”
But three months later her mother had been dead.
“It’s nothing, Jake.”
“You’re telling me?” he’d demanded with gruff, angry affection. “When did you go to medical school? What does your doctor say?”
“Well, I haven’t actually—”
“Then do it!”
So she had. And what the doctor had told her had been enough to put her on a plane to Los Angeles, to introduce Josie to her father while there was still time.
They were back at Luke’s house in half an hour with the bags. Pippa got to work unpacking, “helped” by Josie, who bounced around getting underfoot until Pippa shooed her out.
“Go and talk to Daddy,” she said brightly.
She kept the smile on her face until Josie had vanished, then sat down suddenly. Behind the laughter, she’d been desperate to send the child away before her gasps for breath became too noticeable. Josie knew only that her mother was occasionally poorly. She had no idea of the severity of her condition, and Pippa wanted to keep it that way until this trip was over. She clutched the end of the brass bedstead while her head swam.
“Not yet,” she prayed frantically. “A week. Just give me a week.”
Think about something else. Concentrate hard until it passes. Look around you. See how inviting this room is with its polished wood floor and two brass bedsteads, draped in white. No, don’t look at the bed. It’ll make you think how much you long to lie down. That’s it. You’re feeling better now.
Outside, on the balcony, she could hear Josie calling, “Mummy, look! We’re at the seaside.”
Until now Josie had been too preoccupied with meeting her father to have much attention for the scenery, but the full glory of her situation had burst on her all at once.
Luke joined her on the balcony. “Seaside!” he echoed with mock indignation. “That’s more than ju
st seaside.”
Pippa made her way out to join them. Luke greeted her with a grin. “Your mom took me to a seaside resort in England once,” he told Josie.
“And you said ‘You don’t call this a beach, do you?”’ Pippa reminded him. “‘I grew up on a real beach.”’
“And you said, ‘Whadda ya mean, “a real beach”?’”
“This is a real beach,” Josie said ecstatically. “No pebbles, just miles and miles of sand. Can we go and see it now?”
“Not now,” Pippa said quickly. She could feel her strength running out by the minute.
“Oh please, Mummy.”
“What about jet lag after that long flight?” Luke asked.
“I haven’t got jet lag, honestly, I haven’t,” Josie insisted.
“But your mom has. She’s an old lady and she needs her rest.” He grinned at Pippa. “You do look done in. Go and crash while I take Josie to the beach.”
There was nothing she wanted so much. She returned to their room and made a conscientious effort to finish the unpacking, but suddenly weariness came over her like a wave and she lay down thankfully on the bed.
She was aware of Luke slipping into the room and drawing the curtains against the light. He neared the bed, and his footsteps paused for a long moment, as though he’d stopped to gaze at her, then he left the room. As she heard the door close behind him, Pippa’s mind was beginning the slide into blissful sleep, trying not to heed the thoughts that reached out to snag her on the way.
What will you do when you can’t use jet lag as an excuse? You’re a young woman and you move like an old one…always out of breath…always needing an excuse to lie down…what about when the pain comes? Dear God, let this go well! Josie is going to need her father so much…. Don’t let them suspect before I’m ready to tell them….
Luke enjoyed nothing better than an excuse to visit the beach. He and Josie were gone for three hours, and by the time they returned home, father and daughter were thoroughly pleased with each other. As they approached the back door Luke was laughing at some idiotic remark of the child’s, when Josie put a finger theatrically to her lips.