Leo might not be a fan of parties, but she loved watching people and their reactions to each other, and tonight was one of those occasions when it felt as if people were not entirely comfortable. Bringing this new woman into the equation forced everything out of kilter somehow. Max had coped with Charles for years, and Fiona and Leo tolerated each other for Ellie’s sake, while finding every possible opportunity to wind each other up. They both enjoyed it, although Ellie had never appreciated that. But the minute Pat walked through the door with Georgia’s usurper, tension rippled through the room.
Pat didn’t seem to have changed much, as far as Leo could see. His wheat-coloured hair always came as a bit of a shock because it looked like the colour came from a bottle, although Leo was positive that it didn’t. Besides, it was cut so short that you’d see regrowth within a matter of days. He was what she would call Mr Regular. He was about average height, not skinny, but not much in terms of a physique. Insubstantial, she would say. Nice features, and a quiet but friendly voice, she’d always found him a bit bland next to Georgia’s vivacious personality and dynamic style. But nice enough. Strange that this inoffensive man could now be causing such a stir.
Ellie tried to ease things, as she always did. She walked over to Pat and gave him a hug.
‘It’s good to see you, Pat. Have you recovered from last night? Max was decidedly ropey this morning, but he seems to have just about got over it. For a couple of teachers, you’re a pair of reprobates if you ask me!’ She kissed him on his cheek and gave him a grin, turning to greet his partner with a smile that looked forced to Leo.
‘Max told me that Pat left early, though — obviously keen to get home to you, Mimi.’
Mimi? Leo thought. What sort of a bloody name was Mimi? Pat was looking a bit flustered.
‘No, I didn’t leave early. Not at all. Max has got that wrong, Ellie. He must have seen me pop out for a breath of fresh air. It gets very hot in that rugby club. Then I got lumbered with the serious folk at the other end of the bar. That’s what comes of drinking orange juice all night, I suppose. Max probably thought I’d left, but I hadn’t.’
‘Oh well, I don’t think he could see straight anyway. Come on Mimi — come and meet everybody.’
Leo watched as Mimi’s eyes flicked around the room, first to Fiona, who was lounging in a comfortable chair, then to Leo, then quickly back to Pat — as if he might come to her rescue. But he had already turned towards Max and Charles, and was deep in conversation.
Ellie guided Mimi across the vast expanse of kitchen towards Fiona.
Mimi was nothing like Leo was expecting. A barmaid who had lured Pat away from Georgia had to be something special, surely? And yet this woman who was probably a couple of years younger than Leo was nothing out of the ordinary. She was taller than average, but stooped slightly as if she wasn’t entirely comfortable with her height. Slim and rather flat-chested, with fine blonde hair which hung limply in waves around a face thickly covered in foundation at least two shades too dark as if to hide poor skin, she was pretty in an insipid kind of way. But there was nothing particularly interesting about her, and not a hint of a smile on her face. Perhaps Pat had become tired of living in the shadow of Georgia’s radiance.
She could tell from where she was standing leaning against the fridge that Fiona was at her condescending best — or worst. Poor Mimi. It was pretty clear that there was no common ground for conversation, so Ellie steered Mimi back towards Leo.
‘And this is my sister, Leo.’
Leo was not a great one for a handshake, so just smiled and said hi. But Mimi had a puzzled frown on her face.
‘Half sister, surely?’ she said, darting glances from one to the other. ‘Have I got that wrong?’
She went pink under the orange makeup, and her neck a blotchy red. It was clear to Leo that she had spoken without thinking.
‘We’re sisters,’ Ellie said.
Mimi turned to Ellie.
‘But Patrick told me that’s why you got all the money, and she didn’t get any.’ Mimi was digging herself in deeper and Leo was trying to think of a way of letting her off lightly. But she hadn’t allowed for a slightly sozzled Fiona, who had come for yet another refill.
She leaned across in front of Leo and spoke to Mimi. ‘I rather think the details of this family’s finances and fortunes are their business, and theirs alone, don’t you?’
Oh God, thought Leo. Now the poor girl’s going to feel even more stupid.
‘I’m sorry, but Patrick tells me everything. I didn’t realise it was a sensitive subject.’
‘It’s okay,’ Leo said. ‘Take no notice of Fiona — she’s pissed.’
Ellie obviously decided that this had to be nipped in the bud before it got out of hand.
‘Well, right now I have some canapés to finish off. Everybody else will be here soon, so can I have some volunteers to help? Not you, Fee. You might splash something on that dress.’
12
The red Porsche pulled up on the cobbled drive outside Max and Ellie’s front door, and Gary turned to his wife.
‘Stop blubbering, Penny. For fuck’s sake. You’re going to make a complete fool out of me if you don’t shut up. Stop it now, or I’ll really give you something to cry about.’
‘I’m sorry, Gary,’ Penny said through her sobs. ‘It’s been a horrible day, and you seem so angry. I’ve only seen you for five minutes all day.’
‘I am fucking angry. I don’t just seem it. You whinge all the time about your day, your life. And I can’t cope with you on top of everything else that I have to deal with.’
Gary glanced in the rearview mirror, and saw an unfamiliar figure walking up the long drive.
‘Jesus. Now we’re going to have a bleeding audience.’
Gary leaned across and grabbed Penny by her upper arms and gave her a sharp shake. She gave a small yelp of pain.
‘Christ, woman — I’m not hurting you. Now, for the last time, sort yourself out. Blow your nose, put your sunglasses on, and behave like the lady you’re not. For once in your life.’
Gary threw open his car door, and jumped out, a big smile plastered on his face as the newcomer got closer. Walking round the back of the Porsche, he approached the man with his hand outstretched.
‘Hi. I’m Gary Bateman. I presume you’re here for dinner with Max and Ellie. Good to meet you.’
The two men shook hands.
‘Hello. Tom Douglas, the new neighbour. I only moved in myself recently, and Max was kind enough to come round and invite me tonight so I could meet some other people.’
‘Well, they’re very hospitable, and great neighbours. I should know. They lived next door to us for years before moving here.’
Gary started to fidget as he saw Tom glance towards Penny. When would she get out of the sodding car?
Just then, an old black Discovery swept into the drive, usefully distracting the attention from the passenger in the Porsche.
The familiar form of Sean Summers jumped out.
‘Hey, Gary. What are you doing here, mate? Is something going on?’
Gary laughed with relief. A small diversion to prevent Penny showing him up even more.
‘We’re all here for a party. Max and Ellie are having a bit of a housewarming, which means Ellie’s cooking — a treat not to be missed. This is their new neighbour, Tom. Tom, this is Sean — the guy who remodelled the whole house from the dismal place it used to be. You come to gate-crash, Sean?’
Sean looked uncomfortable for a moment. ‘Oh bugger. It’s a bit embarrassing turning up like this if they’ve got a party on. I’d better go. I brought round a spare set of keys that I’d been hanging on to, since I was passing anyway. Maybe you could give them to Ellie. Just let her know I was here, would you?’
Sean glanced towards the car. ‘What’s up with Penny — is she planning on staying in the car all night? Not that I blame her in that car. Since when did you have a Porsche, Gary? What’s happened to the Beemer?’
Gary’s irritation at Penny was growing by the minute. If she didn’t get out of that car soon, he was going to have to make some excuse to take her home and come back on his own. He’d bloody kill her.
‘I’ve got the car on trial. She’s a beaut, isn’t she? I’ve had her a few days. As for Penny, she had a sneezing fit on the way here. She can’t stop, and apparently it’s ruined her eye makeup, or something daft like that. I’ll go and see how she is.’
Before Gary could move, the front door of the house was flung open, and Max came out to greet them.
‘Good evening, gentlemen! What are you all doing hovering on the drive? Come in, and welcome to Willow Farm — unrecognisable, I think you’ll find.’ Max pointed to Sean. ‘And it’s all thanks to this man. Have you come to join us, Sean? You’d be very welcome. Do you want to go and get Bella?’
‘Sorry, Max. I didn’t know you’d got something on tonight. I’ll get off, thanks. Bella’s not so good tonight, so she wouldn’t be able to come anyway.’
Gary was tempted to laugh. Of course Bella wouldn’t be able to come. She be totally wasted and out of it by now, no doubt.
‘Would she worry if you didn’t get back, do you think? Or you could phone her and see if she’s up for it if you like. Anyway, come on in, Sean, for goodness sake. Ellie will be delighted to see you.’
Sean appeared to hesitate, but not for long.
‘If you’re sure — that would be great, thanks. The kids are with my parents this weekend, and Bella will be asleep by now. If you’re positive it’s not going to be a problem?’
Gary was about to lose his cool completely if Penny didn’t get out of the car in the next ten seconds. He glanced over his shoulder to see that the neighbour — Tom, was it? — had gone round to the passenger side and had opened the door. He was now crouching down talking to Penny. Jesus, he hoped the silly bitch maintained the sneezing story. What sort of an impression would this guy have of him, with a wife like that?
*
The kitchen was a hive of activity. As nobody appeared to want to move from the pre-dinner hubbub, Ellie had told Fiona to keep the men amused and Leo was laying out the canapés and preparing the asparagus and leek tarts to be popped under the grill for the glaze to brown. She hoped she was doing it right, but sincerely doubted it. Max had gone rushing off at the sound of the dull throb of an expensive car, and following the earlier hiccup with Mimi, things seem to have settled down.
Fiona had returned for yet more liquid refreshment when Max made his entry into the kitchen, along with not three, but four guests.
‘Ellie — one extra guest for dinner! Look who I found lurking on the doorstep bearing gifts.’ Max jangled a set of keys in the air, and placed them on the worktop.
As everyone turned to look at the new arrivals, Leo heard a sharp intake of air from somebody behind her. She turned her head quickly, but had no idea where it came from. Someone had received an unwelcome surprise, it would seem. This was getting more interesting by the minute.
Two faces Leo recognised were those of Gary and Penny Bateman, who handed Ellie a beautiful bunch of summer flowers. Penny seemed unable to meet Ellie’s eyes, but Gary was grinning with rather excessive heartiness, while unashamedly looking Mimi up and down, no doubt trying to understand what kind of woman could have enticed Pat away from Georgia.
But any discomfort was dispelled by the new neighbour, Tom. He had brought Ellie a Hotel Chocolat summer basket, which looked too good to eat. Almost. He gave Ellie a peck on the cheek and thanked her for her kind invitation, and then passed a bottle of wine to Max.
Unwrapping it slowly, Leo could see Max’s eyes open wide as he saw the bottle it contained.
‘Tom, this is amazing. We’re used to plonk, though, so anything would have done for us.’
‘My brother was a collector of fine wines. I inherited them along with everything else of his. So I now have a shed full of bottles like this. Please, just enjoy it.’
Tom gave a modest smile, clearly not wanting Max to make too much of his gift.
‘Well, all I can say is, I hope your shed has a good lock on it then!’ Max responded. Leo was glad that he’d had the tact not to query the word ‘inherited’. There had been enough of that already for one night.
‘I’m a policeman. What do you think?’ Tom said with a laugh.
Now here was a man who seemed comfortable in his own skin, Leo thought. He appeared confident without being cocky, and she liked his casual style and easy laugh. His blue eyes turned to look around the room without any sign of self-consciousness. Not a pretty man — his nose was too big for that, and his jaw a bit too wide — but there was something reassuringly normal about him.
Introductions were made all round, and gradually Max managed to move most people out into the garden. Fiona had been reluctant to go, until Max told her to take her bloody shoes off and feel the grass between her toes. She appeared to think that was very funny, and had gone along with the idea, her usual aloofness giving way to an uncharacteristic giddiness. Mimi had become even quieter since the rest of the guests had arrived, and had retreated further into her shell, clinging to Patrick as if her life depended on it with her eyes downcast. It was almost as if she wanted everybody to forget that she was there. Leo could only assume that it was the champagne that was making everybody slightly unhinged.
She had stayed in the kitchen to help Ellie, who was gathering together extra cutlery and glasses, banging each item down on the worktop as she collected what she needed from the various cupboards.
‘I’m going to have to move everybody round a bit, to make space for one extra person. Can you put the last of the canapés onto plates when the oven pings and take them outside, please? It’s a good job I made a couple of extra tarts in case one fell apart. I’ll bloody kill Max. Why didn’t he just take the keys that Sean brought round and let him go home?’ Ellie stomped out of the room.
Leo frowned. Ellie had always been delighted to feed anybody at the drop of a hat. She hoped that having this smart new house wasn’t going to change her kind and generous sister into a Fiona clone.
As she waited for the oven to do its work, she walked over to the window to look out into the garden where Ellie’s guests were gathered. She could see that the builder guy looked a bit uncomfortable, but Max was doing his best to make him feel at home and Fiona was all over him like a rash.
Sean had what Leo would describe as a crumpled face, as if he was always either laughing or screwing his eyes up to look into the sun, and he had the strong physique of somebody used to carrying heavy weights, emphasised by his white T-shirt and black jeans. With his longish mid-brown hair and designer stubble, she could see that he might appeal to a lot of women.
Mimi was still clinging to Pat’s arm, but in spite of that Leo couldn’t help noticing that she seemed to be surreptitiously watching Gary’s every move. Totally unaware of her scrutiny, Gary had wandered away from the crowd to examine with great interest Ellie’s flower beds, but Mimi’s eyes barely left him. What was that all about? Gary was one of those people who might have the right arrangement of features, but somehow he failed to be in any way attractive in Leo’s view.
The oven timer sounded, forcing Leo to leave her contemplation of the strange behaviour of Ellie’s guests to do as she had been asked with the canapés. She was in the process of transferring them to plates when she sensed somebody behind her. Turning round, she saw Gary appear in the doorway, standing watching her, apparently holding something behind his back.
‘Sorry,’ he said. ‘I thought Ellie would be here.’
‘She’s in the dining room — she’ll be back in a minute. Do you want me to go and find her?’
‘No, it’s okay. I’ll go. I know where it is,’ he said, with a slightly arrogant laugh. ‘I should do. I approved the bloody plans.’
Leo hoped Gary wasn’t going to start griping about his ill-fated career in the planning department, as usual. At least the canapés provided her
with an excuse to escape.
‘Okay. Tell Ellie to give me a shout if there’s anything else I can do, would you?’
Gary sidled around Leo, keeping his hands behind his back. Odder and odder, she thought as she picked up the tray of food and made her way to the door.
13
The starters had gone down well, and there was plenty of buzz around the table, but Ellie had refused all offers of help to serve up the second course. She’d needed to escape. She was trying. God knows, she was doing her best. But her throat was almost closed with tension, and her jaw ached from maintaining a fixed grin. She had a feeling that her life was out of control. When she’d planned this dinner, she had expected it to be a joyful occasion, but it wasn’t.
Working on autopilot, she took the plates for the next course from the cupboard, and walked over to the fridge to take out the sea bass, already prepared for cooking. Opening the door, she stopped dead and stared into the fridge.
Sitting next to the plate of fish was a single yellow rose.
She could feel her body start to shake. He’s been in here — alone. She spun round, her eyes exploring every corner of the kitchen in case he was still there, hovering in the shadows. When had he done this? And why had she ever told him how much she loved yellow roses?
He wants me to know he’s watching me, she thought. But I already know that — he never lets me forget. How can I forget?
With one swift movement, she grasped the rose by its thorny stem and threw it in the waste bin. She placed both hands on the worktop and leant hard against them, trying to calm her shaking. Noticing blood pulsing from her thumb, she grabbed a piece of kitchen roll, and wrapped it tightly round the wound.
Then she saw her mobile sitting there. She needed some support, and there was only one person she could talk to. Grabbing the phone, she switched it on.
Six missed calls. All from the same person earlier this evening. She shouldn’t have ignored him. But what was he thinking, calling her here when Max was around. She should have answered and told him again to leave her alone. She’d thought he would get the message if she ignored him.
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