by Lucy Gordon
The look Lysandra gave Faye might have struck her down if she hadn’t had more important things to think of. As it was, she barely noticed.
‘I’ll send for the car,’ Garth said when Lysandra had gone, ‘and we’ll drive back together.’
‘No need. I came in your plane.’
‘You—?’ He stared at her for a moment, then seemed to pull himself together. ‘Wait here.’
He marched back into the conference room and she could hear him explaining that a family tragedy had unfortunately made it necessary for him to leave.
A male voice expressed polite sympathy, but then said, ‘You know we’re behind schedule already. I hope we can continue this discussion tomorrow.’
‘My time will be taken up for a week at the very least,’ Garth replied. ‘It might even be longer.’
There was a murmur. When the voice spoke again it had a slight edge. ‘It must be a very close relative.’
‘My daughter’s dog is ill,’ Garth said flatly and the murmur became a hum of disapproval.
‘A dog? We’re expected to put our plans on hold for a dog?’
‘Not at all, gentlemen. I’ll understand if you want to find another firm. I apologize for having wasted your time.’
Next moment he appeared in the side room where Faye was waiting, and said, ‘Come on.’ He took her arm and they went out to the lift together.
As they drove to the airport, Garth called Bill’s mobile and spoke for a few minutes. When he hung up he was frowning. ‘He’s there at Newcastle Airport, waiting for us,’ he said. ‘You really did take the plane.’
‘You thought I was making it up?’
‘No, but—Bill answers only to me. How did you get him to do it?’ ‘I told him I had your authority.’
‘You did what?’
‘It was the only way.’
‘And no doubt you also persuaded him not to call me and check?’
‘Of course. I told him I’d like to be a fly on the wall when he asked you if your wife was a liar.’
Garth stared at her, something like fascination in his eyes. ‘You did that?’
‘I had to. Don’t get mad with Bill. It wasn’t his fault.’
‘I’m only too aware of that. I’m not mad, I’m just astounded at you doing all this. It’s the sort of thing I’d have done, but—you?’
‘Maybe we’re more alike than you know.’
‘I’m beginning to think we are.’ He was still regarding her as if he were seeing her for the first time.
CHAPTER TEN
When they reached the airport Bill was waiting apprehensively, but Garth eased his fears by remarking, ‘Thanks for getting her here, Bill. Good work.’
On the flight home Faye told him all the details of Barker’s attack. ‘The vet says that at his age he hasn’t much chance,’ she said, and Garth groaned.
‘Don’t rub it in,’ he said morosely.
‘I’m not. I was just trying to make you see what a job you’ve got. Cindy’s sure you can solve the problem.’
‘I can certainly get the best specialist there is,’ he said, becoming the Garth she knew.
His arrival at the animal hospital was greeted by a frenzy of delight and relief. ‘I knew you’d come, I knew it,’ Cindy squealed. ‘Now Barker will be all right.’
‘I’ll do my best, darling,’ he promised her, concealing his apprehension.
He tried to talk to Miss McGeorge in private, but the children refused to be excluded and the whole family gathered in the room where Barker was lying.
The vet laid it on the line. ‘He’s still alive,’ she said, ‘but there’s no strength left in his heart. He’ll have another attack in days. I ought to put him to sleep now.’
‘No,’ Garth said at once. ‘There must be something that we can do. What about when people have heart attacks? You don’t put them to sleep, do you? You give them operations to save them.’
‘If you’re talking about a bypass operation, there’s only one man I know of who could tackle this.’ ‘Then get him.’
‘He’s abroad and not due back for days,’ Miss McGeorge explained. ‘It would cost you a fortune—’
‘Do you think that matters?’
‘And it isn’t worth it. The animal is half dead now.’
‘He’s not “the animal”, he’s Barker,’ Garth said firmly. ‘And anything is worth it if it gives him a chance. What is this man’s name?’
‘James Wakeham.’
‘Can you call him right now?’
Miss McGeorge sighed. ‘Very well, I’ll try.’
‘Tell him he can have anything.’
James Wakeham was attending a conference in Belgium and it took a few nail-biting minutes to locate him. Cindy stayed by Barker, stroking his inert head and whispering words of love into his floppy ears.
At last Wakeham was located. Miss McGeorge explained the situation and then went into a detailed clinical description of Barker’s state.
‘Yes, I see,’ she said at last. ‘No, of course not— Well, that’s what I said— I’ll explain—I’m sure they’ll understand. Hey!’ She spluttered indignantly as Garth removed the phone from her hand.
‘Mr Wakeham, I’m Garth Clayton, and Barker is my children’s dog. I want him kept alive at all costs, and I’m told you’re the only person who can do it.’
The voice that reached him was thin and cool. ‘I understand that, of course, but from what I hear of his description there would be no point in attempting an operation.’
‘You don’t know there’s no point if you don’t try it,’ Garth protested desperately. ‘When you get here you may find it looks more hopeful. I’ll pay all your expenses and any fee you like. Just name it.’
‘Mr Clayton, I appreciate your feelings, but I have a meeting at any moment and I’m afraid I can’t break into it for a hopeless case. Will you please put me back to Miss McGeorge?’
‘No, I damned well won’t,’ Garth said furiously. ‘Barker may be just a hopeless case to you, but to my children he’s a friend that they love. What’s so important about a damned meeting that you can’t leave it for a sick dog?’
‘I’m preparing a very important paper—’
‘The paper can wait. My dog can’t. You’re his last chance.’
‘Your dog has no chance. An operation would be a total waste of time and I don’t have the time to waste.’ The phone went dead.
It took a long time for Garth to replace the receiver, because he was trying to come to terms with the fact that his money and power, the talismans he relied on, were useless. He was almost in a state of shock.
The room seemed to have developed an echoing quality, and details stood out with alarming sharpness. Cindy had climbed onto a chair next to Barker and was lying against him, her arms as far around him as they would go, her face buried in his thick fur. She was sobbing frantically, having understood that her father had failed.
Adrian’s face was pale and set, as though he were clenching his teeth. Faye was standing beside Cindy, stroking her head and murmuring useless words of comfort. She looked up and her expression was the hardest thing of all to bear. She hated him. She’d warned him of this on the day they’d found Barker and he’d brushed her aside for his own selfish convenience. Now his children were paying the price in anguish and Faye would never forgive him. Nor did he deserve to be forgiven.
The echo vanished as he controlled his shock. The room became normal again. But his daughter was still crying her heart out and something agonizing was happening to his own heart, as if it were being torn out of him.
‘What did he say?’ Miss McGeorge asked.
‘He won’t come,’ Garth said bleakly. ‘It’s more important to go to some meeting.’
‘Mr Wakeham is a brilliant surgeon, but I’m afraid he’s ruled by vanity. He wouldn’t take on a case as far advanced as this. A failure would spoil his record.’
Faye stepped back as Garth approached Cindy and touched her head. ‘Darling,�
�� he said tentatively.
She looked up at him with a flash of hope that he might have thought of something at the last minute.
‘I’m sorry,’ he said heavily. ‘There’s nothing I can do.’
‘There is,’ she insisted. ‘There must be. You can’t just give up.’
‘That man was our last chance and he won’t come.’
‘But you could make him come.’
‘I can’t force him.’
‘You could if you really wanted to.’
‘Cindy, I do really want to—’
‘No, you don’t. You don’t care if Barker dies.’ She was heaving with sobs as she fought to get the words out. ‘I thought—when—you came—everything would be all right—‘cos you can do anything—but you don’t want to—’
‘Darling, please believe me—’
Garth reached for her but she fought off his embrace wildly, screaming, ‘You don’t! You don’t care! You don’t care about anyone! I hate you, I hate you, I HATE
YOU!’ She flung herself into Faye’s arms, sobbing violently.
Garth backed out of the room, his horrified eyes fixed on his daughter.
By now it was late. The animal hospital had spacious grounds. Garth didn’t know how long he walked through them, pursued by his own thoughts like avenging furies.
This was the day Faye had warned him would come; the day when his sins would come home to him. And they were terrible sins. Wandering wretchedly under the trees, Garth accused himself of the worst kind of selfishness, neglecting his little daughter then using her love to get his own way.
He remembered her joy when he’d appeared at Faye’s house. It was completely irrational that she should have still loved him when he’d given her so little. He knew he deserved no praise for having kept her love. It was to the child’s credit, not his own. Uncritical devotion was a part of Cindy’s character, as it was with her mother. With both of them he’d taken it as a right. And he’d betrayed both of them.
His only saving grace was that Cindy’s adoration had touched his heart and he’d opened his arms to her with true warmth. Now their mutual love was genuine. But that was no credit to him either, for who could help loving Cindy?
And there was Adrian, who’d been rightly suspicious of his father at first. He’d regarded that as a challenge and set out to overcome it. With the Outland incident he hadn’t even seen the pit that yawned at his feet. But for Faye, he would have fallen in. He’d meant to use what Adrian had told him, but in the very act of signing the documents something had held him back. He’d torn them up and even tossed away the pen, as though it was contaminated. He’d lost the land, but he’d gained his son. Thanks to Faye’s timely warning.
In the darkness he experienced the most terrible depths of self-disgust. His beloved children were enduring heartbreak and it was his fault. His wife had abandoned him as a lost cause and he knew now that she’d been right. He blighted everything he touched and nothing could live near him. Cindy’s hate was a dreadful punishment, but infinitely worse was the knowledge that he deserved it.
He sat down on a bench and buried his head in his hands. He’d always been the man in control, but now that it mattered as never before he was totally helpless.
He felt a light touch on his head, and looked up to find his daughter regarding him. He almost flinched away from her, but there was no judgement in her small, tear-stained face.
‘I’m sorry, darling,’ he said huskily. ‘I did my best. Truly I did. But I don’t know what else to do…’
‘It’s not your fault, Daddy,’ she said gently. ‘I’m sorry for what I said.’
Her generosity brought tears to his eyes. For a moment he couldn’t speak. When he tried to say something the words came out haltingly.
‘It is my fault— He was always too old— I should have insisted on another dog—’
She shook her head decidedly. ‘Then it wouldn’t have been Barker.’
‘But you’d have had him for a lot longer—’
‘It wouldn’t have been the same,’ Cindy said simply. ‘Barker is—Barker. Even if we didn’t have him for long, we did have him.’
‘A few short weeks,’ he murmured, unwilling to let himself off the hook.
‘But we had those weeks, that’s what counts.’
There was an ache in his throat that made it hard to speak. ‘I wanted—to save him for you, darling, but— but—’
Overwhelmed, he put his arms about her and held her close, his shoulders shaking. She hugged him back. ‘It’s all right, Daddy,’ she whispered. ‘Truly, it’s all right.’
He looked up at her, and she stroked his face in wonder. ‘Are you crying?’
‘No, of course not,’ he said hastily. ‘Daddies don’t cry.’
‘Don’t they really? Mummies do.’
He tensed. ‘Does your mother cry?’
‘She cried a lot when we went away two years ago. I didn’t understand. Why did she leave you if it made her so unhappy?’
‘Perhaps it made her even more unhappy to stay,’ he said slowly. ‘Does she cry now?’
‘I don’t know. Sometimes I think, but she doesn’t let on.’
They held each other in silence. Several times he thought she was about to speak, but she always hesitated. ‘Daddy,’ she said at last.
‘Yes, darling?’
‘I think—we ought to—stop trying to keep Barker alive.’
He looked closely into her face. ‘Do you really mean that?’
‘It’s not kind to let him suffer.’ Suddenly the tears were pouring down her cheeks. ‘Oh, Daddy, I love him so much—but if you love someone—you’ve got to let them go—if it’s best for them.’ She clung to him, not sobbing as before, but weeping softly with resignation.
‘Cindy, are you sure you mean that?’
‘Yes, yes—1 mean it, I mean it—’
Garth hugged her tightly, wondering at his child’s courage, so much greater than his own. He saw his son standing quietly in the shadows. ‘We should ask Adrian what he thinks,’ he said, desperately playing for time.
Adrian was very pale. ‘I’ve been listening. Cindy’s right.’
Garth held out an arm and his son went into its circle. The three of them clung together. Faye, watching unobserved, silently backed away. Something painful was happening in her heart. Tonight Garth had become again the warm, emotional man she’d fallen in love with, and what she’d feared most had happened. Her feelings for him flowed freely again, and it hurt.
He joined her a few minutes later. His self-reproach was painful to see. ‘I’m useless,’ he said desperately. ‘There’s not a thing I can do—not a thing—’ His voice trailed away. He was staring into the middle distance.
‘What is it?’ Faye asked.
‘I’d forgotten—’ he said slowly. ‘I should have remembered before— There is something I can do.’ He began to walk urgently around the building to where the car was parked.
‘Garth,’ she said, following him. ‘What is it?’
‘I’d forgotten what he said—but it may not be too late. Tell Miss McGeorge to keep Barker alive tonight at all costs. And call Bill. Tell him to take off as soon as possible for Brussels Airport to collect James Wakeham.’
Faye heard the car door slam and the vehicle pull away fast.
The door was opened by a pretty young woman with long, auburn hair, no make-up and an intense expression.
‘I’m looking for Kendall Haines,’ Garth said, puzzled. ‘Does he live here?’
‘Yes, come in.’ Garth gave her his name and she stood back and called into the house, ‘There’s a Mr Clayton for you, love.’
Kendall appeared. It seemed to Garth that he was smoothing down his hair, but he was too preoccupied with his errand to observe much. ‘I have to talk to you urgently,’ he said without preamble.
Kendall showed him into the front room and said, ‘Coffee please, Jane.’
‘Yes, Ken.’ She spoke eagerly and rushed into
the kitchen as if he’d offered her a treat.
‘I need your help,’ Garth said. ‘My children’s dog is dying. His one chance is an operation, but the best man for that is James Wakeham and he’s abroad. He says it’s not worth returning. But I remember your telling me that he’s a friend of yours.’
‘You’ve spoken to Wakeham?’
‘Yes. I told him to name his own price, but I can’t budge him. He kept talking about his conference, the important people he had to see. You’re his friend. Can’t you make him understand that none of those things matter if it means hurting a child?’
‘We’re not precisely friends,’ Kendall said slowly.
‘But he owes you a favour—’
‘Possibly.’ Kendall stood for a moment, sunk in thought.
‘Haines, for God’s sake!’ Garth said desperately. ‘If you want me to plead, I will. I’ll do anything, but you must get that man back here, because otherwise—’ he paused and a shudder went through him ‘—otherwise I’ve done something unforgivably selfish and cruel.’
‘But even if I do convince him, he may not get a seat on the plane at such short notice.’
‘No problem. My own plane has already taken off to collect him.’
‘You’re a man of great self-confidence, I see.’
‘No,’ Garth said heavily. ‘None at all.’
‘Do you have his number?’ Garth gave it to him and Kendall dialled. From the conversation that followed Garth deduced that Wakeham wasn’t immediately available, but would call back soon.
Jane entered with a tray of fresh coffee and poured for them both. She handed Kendall his cup as he was putting the phone down.
‘Can I do anything else for you?’ she asked eagerly.
‘Yes, finish those papers we were working on in the study.’
‘Nothing here?’ she asked, sounding disappointed.
‘Just leave us alone, there’s a dear,’ Kendall said kindly.
‘If you want me, you’ll be sure to call me?’
‘I promise.’
‘My secretary,’ Kendall said when the door had closed behind Jane. ‘We were working late.’
‘At this hour? She must be very obliging,’ Garth said with a slight edge on his voice.