Getting over Gary (Whitsborough Bay Trilogy Book 2)

by Jessica Redland

  Jessica Redland

  Jessica had never considered writing as a career until a former manager kept telling her that her business reports read more like stories and she should write a book. She loved writing but had no plot ideas. Then something happened to her that prompted the premise for her debut novel, Searching for Steven. She put fingers to keyboard and soon realised she had a trilogy and a novella!

  She lives on the stunning North Yorkshire Coast — the inspiration for the settings in her books — with her husband, daughter, cat, Sprocker Spaniel puppy, and an ever-growing collection of collectible teddy bears. Although if the puppy has her way, the collection will be reduced to a pile of stuffing and chewed limbs!

  Jessica tries to balance her time — often unsuccessfully — between being an HR tutor and writing. She’s been a Brown Owl since 2010 although she says that 24 excitable girls can sometimes be a shock to the system after a day of peace and quiet working from home.

  ‘Getting Over Gary’ is the second part of the Whitsborough Bay Trilogy, although it can also be read as a standalone book instead of as part of the series. ‘Searching for Steven’ (part one) and ‘Dreaming About Daran’ (part three) are also out now. A standalone novella, ‘Raving about Rhys’ is available exclusively on Kindle.

  Visit her website: www.jessicaredland.com

  How do you move on when life

  keeps throwing surprises at you?

  Jessica Redland

  Published in Great Britain in 2016 by:

  LITTLE BEAR BOOKS

  Scarborough

  North Yorkshire

  www.littlebearbooks.uk

  email: publisher@littlebearbooks.uk

  Copyright © 2016 Jessica Redland

  The moral rights of the author have been asserted

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organisations, places and events other than those clearly in the public domain, are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Cover Design by Mark Heslington

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  To my mum, Joyce, with lots of love xx

  Chapter 1

  ‘Li! Are you ready yet?’ Gary shouted up the stairs. ‘I thought we were meeting them at seven.’

  I glanced towards the digital alarm clock: 18:28. I still had twelve minutes till we needed to leave. I took a deep, calming breath then called, ‘Just a few more minutes. We won’t be late. I promise.’

  I squirted another mist of hairspray on my loose auburn curls, blew a few flecks of make-up off my new teal dress, then pulled on a pair of sparkly black flat sandals. Grabbing a black pashmina and clutch bag off the bed, I took a quick glance in the full-length mirror on the wall. Not bad. Perhaps a little over-dressed for a meal at The Bombay Palace with my sister and her fiancé, but surely Gary would be impressed with the effort, especially as the dress was his favourite colour on me. Maybe he’d even pay me a compliment. I shook my head at my reflection. I wouldn’t get my hopes up on that one. I’d be lucky if he managed the ultimate cop-out non-compliment of, ‘You look nice.’

  I paused at the top of the stairs. ‘I’m ready.’ I prepared myself to do a little twirl so he could appreciate the tightness of the bodice clinging to all the right places — a daring move for someone who normally wore long skirts and maxi-dresses — but Gary barely managed a cursory glance.

  ‘About time too,’ he said. ‘I’ll get the car started. Can you lock up?’ Without waiting for an answer, he went outside.

  I reached for the banister and clung onto it as I took a few deep, shaky breaths and willed myself not to cry. It was fine. Time-keeping stressed him and, even though we weren’t actually late, he was understandably tired and irritable. He’d been working long hours with the surgery expansion. He was on edge. He’d likely skipped lunch again. He’d relax when he’d get to eat.

  ‘Would you like me to drive back tonight so you can have a drink?’ I asked as Gary backed his Lexus off the drive. I reached across to give his thigh a gentle stroke, but withdrew my hand when I felt him tense under my touch.

  ‘I’m fine, thanks. We’ll stick to the rule.’

  ‘Okay.’ Gary’s ‘rule’ was that if it’s your family or your friends, you drink and the other drives. I rarely drink so was happy to be the designated driver most of the time, but Gary refused to deviate.

  I stared out of the window as he drove along Fountains Close then guided the car out of the small new-build housing estate where we’d lived for the past six years. I glanced across at his tight jaw as we joined the main road into Whitsborough Bay. He certainly looked like a man who could do with a relaxing drink. Perhaps I’d have one more try at breaking the rule. ‘Are you sure? You know I’m never bothered about drinking when we’re eating.’

  We stopped at the traffic lights, but Gary still didn’t look at me. His hands tightly gripped the steering wheel. ‘I’ve already said I’m fine. She’s your sister so I’m the driver. Can we just drop it, Li? Please?’

  ‘Okay. Sorry.’ I turned to look out of the window again, blinking back tears. He’d come round when he saw Jess and Lee. He loved their company, even if he didn’t seem to love mine at the moment.

  ‘I have exciting news,’ Jess announced when we’d placed our food orders. ‘Bay Brides called earlier and the bridesmaid dresses are ready early. They’ll be in on Wednesday. I’ve made an appointment for a fitting a week tomorrow at two, but I can change it if that doesn’t suit.’

  I grinned at my sister — a shorter, slimmer, younger version of myself. ‘How exciting!’ I turned to Gary. ‘We don’t have any plans for next Saturday, do we?’

  He shrugged. ‘I don’t know about you, but I’ll be going into the surgery.’

  I frowned. ‘I thought you were going in tomorrow.’

  ‘I’m doing both. Maybe the one after too.’

  It was on the tip of my tongue to say, ‘But we always spend weekends together,’ but what was the point? I had two choices: confront Gary and spoil the whole evening, or ignore him and focus on my little sister’s news. Forcing a bright smile, I said, ‘Two’s perfect. Can Izzy and Megan make it?’ The wedding was less than three months away on the first Saturday in August. I was chief bridesmaid, supported by Jess’ best friend, Izzy, and Izzy’s four-year-old daughter, Megan.

  Jess nodded. ‘I texted Izzy earlier. They’ve got no plans.’

  ‘Brilliant. Do you know when your dress will be ready?’

  ‘Four weeks later. I’m just hoping it will still fit on the day.’

  ‘Why wouldn’t it? You haven’t put on weight, have you?’

  Jess and Lee exchanged big grins. ‘She hasn’t,’ Lee said. ‘Well, not yet anyway…’

  I gasped as realisation hit. ‘Oh my goodness! Are you saying…?’

  ‘We had our twelve-week scan this afternoon and everything’s looking good. In fact it’s looking doubly good.’

  I gasped again and clapped my hand over my mouth. ‘Twins?’ Jess nodded. I let out a little squeal as I leapt up and dashed round the table to hug them both.

  ‘Congratulations you two,’ Gary said. ‘Wow! Twins? Two kids? That�
��s some news!’ He stood up too and shook Lee’s hand then kissed Jess on the cheek.

  ‘I can’t believe it!’ I sat down again. ‘My baby sister’s having her own babies, which means I’m going to be an auntie. I’m so excited for you both. Twins? That’s so amazing. And that’s cause for celebration.’ I signalled a waiter and ordered a very large glass of wine then giggled as I added. ‘Make that two. One per baby.’

  ‘I think they’ll make brilliant parents,’ I said. ‘Oopsie!’ Gary took my arm to steady me as I stumbled out of the car a few hours later. ‘Those babies will be so loved and so spoiled and so loved.’

  ‘You said “loved” twice.’ Gary unlocked the front door and stepped aside to let me in.

  ‘Did I? Are you sure?’ I carefully navigated the doorstep, clinging onto the frame for safety. ‘Would you like a nightcap?’

  ‘No, and you don’t need one either. It’s late and I’d like my bed. I think that’s where you should be heading too. After a pint of water.’

  ‘You’re going to take me to bed?’ Wow! First time in… hmm… don’t know how long. Months. Lots of them. I reached out towards him and he took my hand. Then he placed it on the banister and let go.

  ‘I suggest you hold on so you don’t fall. You might want to take your sandals off first.’

  ‘Will you do it?’

  ‘Li! You’re not a child. You can manage it yourself. And don’t just kick them off and leave them for me to trip over. I’m going to get you a glass. I’ll see you upstairs.’ He made his way down the hall towards the kitchen/diner.

  Scowling, I undid the straps, kicked off my sandals, and defiantly left them in the middle of the hallway, before hauling myself up to the bedroom. I flicked the light on, but the brightness hurt my eyes so I flicked it back off. I shuffled round to my side of the bed in the darkness and switched on my bedside lamp instead. That was better. More romantic too. I gently placed my bag and pashmina on my dressing table chair and wobbled slightly as I removed my necklace and earrings. Oopsie. Had a bit much to drink. Had to celebrate, though. ‘I’m going to be an auntie,’ I whispered to my reflection in the dressing table mirror. ‘Pretty good, eh? I’d rather be a mum, though. Suppose I’ll have to settle for auntie for now. Unless…’

  I heard Gary’s heavy footsteps on the stairs, then he appeared in the bedroom doorway holding a pint of water and my sandals, which he deliberately placed on the floor by the dressing table with a sigh. ‘Drink this.’ He handed the glass to me. Then he smiled and his dark eyes twinkled as he added, ‘Doctor’s orders.’

  ‘Yes, Dr Dawson.’ I smiled back. That was my Gorgeous Gary, the man I loved, the one who wasn’t all spiky and grumpy. It was such a shame that he rarely made an appearance these days. His evil twin, Grumpy Gary, seemed to have taken up residence instead. He wasn’t much fun to be around, but I knew it was short term. He’d be gone when the surgery expansion was complete and then, with both of our careers where we wanted them, it would finally be time to start that family we’d talked about for years.

  I took a sip of my water then put the glass down on the dressing table, taking care to slip a coaster under it first: no point upsetting Mr Neat-Freak unnecessarily.

  He wandered over to his side of the bed and put his lamp on.

  ‘Gary, can you help me unzip my dress?’

  ‘Can’t you do it?’

  ‘I can’t reach properly.’

  ‘Then how did you put it on?’

  ‘Please, Gary.’

  He sighed, but made his way over to me. I imagined him slowly lowering the zipper, his breath hot on my neck. He’d gently kiss just below my ear as he slowly lowered my dress to the floor. He’d kiss my neck as he undid my bra clasp, then he’d…

  ‘Done.’ That was it. One swift tug and the zip was down. He moved away a few paces and unfastened his tie, neatly rolled it up, then wandered into the walk-in wardrobe where I knew he’d carefully put it in its rightful place in the drawer with his other ties, all in their own little cubby holes, arranged in colour order. ‘You should really drink that water, Li,’ he called. ‘You’ll be sorry if you don’t.’

  ‘Okay.’ I obediently took another sip. He came back into the bedroom and began undoing the buttons on his shirt. Watching him intently, I lowered my dress and willed him to look at me. To notice me. To see I was wearing new underwear. Sexy, lacy, teal underwear. Rip-them-off-me-and-take-me-right-now underwear.

  But he didn’t raise his eyes. He took off his shirt, tossed it into the laundry basket in the corner and disappeared into the en-suite.

  I slowly bent down and picked up my dress. I put it on a hanger and made a mental note to check for curry stains and cleaning instructions in the morning. Then I waited. And waited.

  It felt like hours before Gary finally emerged from the en-suite dressed only in his boxer shorts. ‘I thought you’d be asleep,’ he said in a voice that sounded like he’d hoped that’s how he’d find me. Surely not. Surely I’d imagined that.

  ‘I’m not ready for sleep yet.’ I tried for sultry. I think I managed slurred. I moved towards him and wrapped my arms around him. I felt his whole body tense and tried to ignore it. ‘You know how you said we needed to wait until the surgery expansion was finished before we could think about starting a family? Well, it’s nearly done now and Jess’ news is making me extra broody. How about we stop talking and actually start doing?’

  ‘No! Elise!’ I flinched at the use of my full name as he backed away. My arms slid off him and slapped back down by my sides. ‘I told you I’m tired.’

  ‘You’re always tired these days, Gary.’

  ‘And you’re always on about having a baby. I told you, I’m not ready. The timing’s not right. Can’t you just accept that?’

  I stared at him for a moment, debating as to whether to fight it, but the angry glint in his eyes said to leave it. ‘Okay. Sorry.’

  Gary nodded. ‘Night night.’ He moved round towards his side of the bed.

  ‘Night night.’ I bit my lip. No. This wasn’t on. He always had an excuse and I always accepted it, but not this time. I put my hands on my hips, the alcohol making me feel bold. ‘Actually, Gary, I can’t.’

  He moved back towards me. ‘You can’t what?’

  ‘I can’t just accept that. When will it be right? You never seem to want to talk about it. I want a baby. I want to be a mum like our Jess. You know that. She’s six years younger than me and she’s already pregnant. And I’ve been married for nearly twelve years. It’s not fair! I should be the first.’

  Gary folded his arms and shook his head. ‘Do you know how childish that sounds, Li?’

  ‘I don’t care. We’re not getting any younger, Gary. We’re both thirty now. We said we didn’t want to be old parents. At this rate, we’re going to be in our forties before we have number three and four. Or maybe even before we have number one if we continue with the excuses. It’s time we started trying. I’m ready for a baby now. Aren’t you?’

  ‘No!’

  I folded my arms too and glared at him. ‘Why not? Talk to me, Gary. What’s going on? Why are you shutting me out? Why won’t you commit to having a baby? What’s changed?’

  ‘Everything, Li. That’s how life is. Everything changes. I know we originally said we’d start a family in our mid-twenties, but we weren’t ready then and I’m still not ready for a baby now.’

  ‘That’s not good enough, Gary. We’ve talked about children for twelve years. There’s always been an excuse. University, my promotion, the surgery expansion. What’s next? Anyone would think you don’t want a baby.’

  ‘I DON’T WANT A BABY.’

  I stepped back as if I’d been slapped. My heart raced and my head swam. ‘What?’ I certainly formed the word in my mouth. I’m not sure whether I actually managed to say it. I stared, open-mouthed, at Gary. A vein throbbed in the side of his head
and he looked quite shocked at his own reaction. ‘Yet,’ he mumbled. ‘I meant to say yet.’

  ‘Are you sure?’ The words were barely audible.

  ‘I’m sure.’

  My heart raced. ‘I mean it, Gary. Are you absolutely sure? Because if you really don’t want children, then we have a serious, serious problem.’

  ‘I’m sorry, Li. I didn’t mean to… I’m just not ready to be a dad yet. Sorry I shouted. I’m just tired. It’s been a long few months. I’m… I’m just…’

  ‘It’s okay.’ I reached for him and held him. He felt rigid in my arms for a moment, then he relaxed and his arms tightened round me. Thank goodness for that. ‘I’m sorry I pushed.’ I stroked his hair and breathed in the scent of toothpaste, hair gel and CK One. The smell of Gary. The smell I loved. I kissed his neck very gently, then started to trace little kisses round towards his throat.

  ‘Li…’ he whispered. ‘What are you doing?’

  ‘Sshhh. Just relax and enjoy.’ I kissed back towards his ear then nibbled on it slightly; something he’d always loved.

  ‘Li… I…’ He tensed again.

  I ran my left hand down his back, my nails scratching him slightly. He gasped. ‘We don’t have to try for a baby tonight,’ I whispered. ‘We can use something. I just want you.’ My fingers reached the elastic of his boxers and I slipped my hand inside then edged it slowly round to the front.

  ‘No! Stop!’ Gary stepped back so quickly that he collided with the wall. ‘I can’t do this, Li.’

  Was that fear in his eyes? My heart pounded so fast that I felt sick. ‘Can’t do what? Gary, what’s going on?’

  ‘I mean tonight. I can’t… I’ve already told you I’m tired. I’m sorry. Do you mind?’

  I studied his face. He looked terrified and I was too afraid to explore why. ‘It’s fine,’ I lied. ‘I understand. Bit tired myself. Drank too much as you know. Think I’ll just brush my teeth and go to bed. And drink that pint of water, of course. Wouldn’t want to go against my doctor’s advice.’ I tried to laugh at my joke, but it sounded more like a hiccup. I picked up the drink and tried to swallow some, but the razors in my throat prevented it from slipping down easily. ‘Yummy,’ I said. ‘Night night.’