by Lucy Gordon
‘I know what you’re getting at, but who’s fault is it? I was happy when Faye worked for me, but you wrecked that. Jane’s good at her job and she’s always there when I need her.’
‘You mean, unlike Faye?’
‘It was Faye’s own choice to drift away. She returned to you.’
A strange confusion of feelings warred within Garth. He should be glad that this man was getting out of his way, but his dominant feeling was one of anger. How dare this jerk dump Faye!
‘I’d hardly say that she returned to me,’ he said cautiously.
‘But you’re determined to get her back, aren’t you? If you want to impress her, it was a shrewd move, coming here. Maybe that’s why you came yourself instead of asking her to approach me.’
Garth stared, shocked into speechlessness. It simply hadn’t occurred to him to send Faye.
The phone rang and Kendall answered. ‘James,’ he said heartily. ‘Long time, no see. I’m here begging a favour—well, to call one in actually, since you still owe me for keeping quiet about that little matter— All right, you old dog, I was only joking. Actually, this is serious. You spoke to a friend of mine earlier— That’s right, Garth Clayton—’
Garth had never doubted his own courage before, but suddenly he couldn’t bear to listen. Everything in the world hung on this conversation. He left the room and stood in the hallway, nerves stretched to breaking point, until Kendall looked out.
‘He’s agreed,’ he said, and Garth had to clutch the wall against the dizzying surge of relief. ‘You’d better tell him about the plane yourself.’
The conversation was short and curt. Wakeham had been convinced, but was thoroughly displeased with everyone involved, himself included.
‘I’ll meet you this end,’ Garth concluded.
When he’d hung up he allowed himself a few seconds’ indulgence picturing Cindy’s face when he told her. But it would take him fifteen minutes to get back to the surgery, and fifteen minutes could be a long time. He dialled at once and gave the news to Miss McGeorge, then to Faye.
‘Tell the kids their old man pulled the rabbit out of the hat,’ he said.
Her voice was husky. ‘I knew you would. I just knew it.’
‘Tell them quickly. Don’t delay for a single moment. I’m on my way to the airport to fetch him.’ ‘Garth—’ ‘Yes?’
‘Nothing. Just—take care.’ ‘I will. Tell Barker to hang in there.’ Kendall Haines was watching him with a calculating expression on his face. Garth tried to thank him, but Kendall shrugged him away.
‘Before I go, there’s one question I’d like to ask,’ Garth said. ‘Did you know that I owned Melkham Construction when you took my son on that demonstration?’
Kendall grinned. ‘Of course I knew.’ ‘You were playing a damned devious game.’ ‘Don’t give me moral outrage. You’ve played a few devious games in your time.’ ‘Not by making use of children.’ ‘All’s fair in love and war,’ Kendall said with a shrug. ‘And you’re in love with my wife?’ There was a small pause before Kendall said, ‘I’m still engaged to her—as of now.’ ‘That’s not an answer.’ ‘It’s the only one you’ll get.’ ‘Is she in love with you?’ ‘Ask her.’ ‘I have.’
‘Then you already know the answer.’
In Kendall’s position Garth knew he would demand to know what Faye had said. The other man’s refusal to ask implied great self-restraint, or maybe something cooler. Garth recalled Jane and her worshipful expression. He saw Kendall looking at him wryly, bid him goodnight, and left quickly.
James Wakeham looked exactly as his voice had sounded, prissy and self-righteous. He gave Garth a nod to indicate that he forgave nothing, and got into the back seat of the car.
But his curtness fell away from him when he saw Barker and a cloak of authority descended like a mantle as he went through the readings on the machines.
‘Stabilized? Good. Let’s get to work then.’
The children were beyond words but their shining eyes, as they hugged their father, said everything. Cindy whispered, ‘I knew you could do it.’ She seemed convinced that Barker was certain to survive now and Garth lacked the heart to tell her any different.
Nancy, who’d gone home earlier, now reappeared with sandwiches and a flask of tea. Darkness had fallen, and the hospital was empty but for themselves and the two vets with Barker’s life in their hands.
‘The children ought to be home in bed,’ Faye said ruefully. ‘But I don’t think they’ll budge. Anyway, if Mr Wakeham can’t save him, they’ll want to be near Barker at the end.’
‘Yes,’ Garth said heavily. After his brief triumph it was salutary to be reminded that he might have achieved nothing at all.
‘How did you get him to come over, after he refused?’ Faye asked.
‘Oh—I manoeuvred a bit.’ He couldn’t bring himself to tell her everything, in case it might seem like asking for praise.
‘You mean you offered him more money?’
‘Money!’ he growled.
‘Garth, I’m not criticizing, honestly. You were right to do anything that worked.’
Anything that worked. His own philosophy of life, but he’d meant money and power. It occurred to him that he’d always been thinking about these things. But this time it had been about something genuine and true. How strange, then, that he couldn’t bring himself to speak of it!
Cindy and Adrian came and hugged him.
‘Thanks, Dad,’ Adrian said gruffly.
‘Thank you, Daddy,’ Cindy whispered.
‘We’re not out of the woods yet,’ he warned them.
‘But you did it,’ Cindy insisted. ‘You can do anything.’
He kissed her, but didn’t say any more. Only he and his enemy knew the real sacrifice he’d made.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The operation lasted two hours.
‘I did my best, but I can’t work miracles,’ James Wakeham said, emerging from the theatre and speaking brusquely. ‘He’s still alive, but it’s too soon to be hopeful. You’ll know by the morning.’
He resisted Garth’s offer of hospitality. ‘I’d like to go straight to the airport,’ he said in his precise voice. ‘No, don’t drive me. I prefer a taxi. I expect your pilot to be waiting for me.’
‘He will be,’ Garth assured him.
‘Not a charming character,’ Miss McGeorge said when Wakeham had gone. ‘But he’s a genius at his job. You gave Barker the best possible chance.’
‘But it’s not a good chance, is it?’ Garth asked.
‘I’m afraid not. His age is still against him.’
Before being taken home the children begged to be allowed to say goodnight to Barker. Faye was reluctant, but Garth took their side.
‘I’m afraid they’ll be upset if they see him attached to a lot of machinery,’ she protested.
‘Not as upset as they’ll be if he dies without them seeing him,’ Garth said. And she realized he was right.
Like shadows they crept into the dimly lit room where he lay. As Faye had feared he was attached to drips and monitors, but both children simply ignored the machinery. They came close to Barker lying on the table, completely motionless except for the rise and fall of his breathing, and took it in turns to lift one of his floppy ears and whisper.
‘I told him I loved him, so he’s got to get well,’ Cindy confided to her parents. ‘But you must tell him too, so that he’ll know we all need him.’
Faye murmured something loving into Barker’s ear. But the really astonishing sight was Garth leaning down to say, ‘Hang in there, boy. I’ve got a bone waiting for you at home like you wouldn’t believe!’
‘He heard you,’ Cindy breathed. ‘His nose twitched when you said “bone”.’
‘Darling, he’s deeply unconscious,’ Faye said.
‘His nose twitched,’ Garth said firmly. ‘We saw it, didn’t we?’ He appealed to Adrian, who nodded.
They all crept out, pausing in the doorway for one more look at th
eir friend who lay so silent and still.
By now it was long after midnight and the children could hardly keep their eyes open. Faye and Garth settled them gently in the back of the car and drove home. Nancy had gone ahead and was waiting to help put Cindy and Adrian to bed.
Faye went into the kitchen to make some tea. But as she reached out to the kettle she saw Barker’s biscuits lying there, where she’d left them in the last moment before the nightmare began. The two red ones were still set apart, so that he could have them first. Perhaps he would never want them now. Suddenly unable to bear the sight, she rushed out of the kitchen and upstairs.
In her own room she was free to give way to her emotions. She left the light off and went to stand at the window, overlooking the spot where Barker had collapsed. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from it and barely heard the click as Garth entered. He came close and touched her uncertainly on the shoulder.
‘Faye,’ he said quietly. ‘Please—’
‘It was down there,’ she said huskily. ‘They were playing ball and suddenly he made a different sound. Cindy called me and when I ran out he was lying stretched out on the ground—right there.’
‘Hush!’ he said, taking her into his arms. But she couldn’t stop. The fear and grief of the day had caught up and overwhelmed her.
‘He lay so still,’ she choked. ‘He’s always been so full of life—into everything, and—and suddenly—he just didn’t move—’
‘Come away,’ he said, drawing her away from the window.
‘Suppose he never moves again—’
‘Don’t,’ he begged her. ‘You can’t blame me more than I blame myself.’
‘No, no, I didn’t mean that— It’s just that—he’s one of the family and—I love him so much.’
‘I know,’ he said wryly. ‘So do I.’ He pressed her gently down on a small sofa and sat beside her. ‘Take this,’ he said, putting a glass into her hand. ‘It’s brandy. I brought it up because we both need one.’
She sipped it, and blew her nose. ‘It’s such a short time we’ve had Barker,’ she said. ‘Yet I can’t imagine doing without him.’
‘Perhaps we won’t have to.’ Garth drank some brandy and tried to steady himself. He’d skipped breakfast to make some final notes for his meeting and since then the only thing he’d had was Kendall’s coffee. Now tension and an empty stomach were making him lightheaded. It was hardly possible that he could be sitting here with Faye, talking like this in the darkness. At the same time, it seemed perfectly natural.
Faye was in no better state. Unlike Garth, she’d had breakfast, and later a sandwich at the surgery. But she was exhausted and glad of the brandy.
‘Dry your eyes,’ he commanded, dabbing her face with his clean handkerchief. ‘We’ve got to be positive about this. We’ve won so far and we’re going to win in the end.’
‘Are you sure?’ He sounded so confident that she began to relax.
‘Completely sure,’ he said firmly. ‘Barker’s a fighter. He never gives up. Have you ever known him give up when there was something he wanted? Titbits, the best chair, making you stop work to throw his ball? Anything?’
‘No,’ she conceded. The authority in Garth’s voice was almost hypnotic. He’d achieved so much today and it was suddenly easy to believe that he could order everything just as he wanted.
‘You’re right, he won’t give up.’ She managed a wonky smile. ‘Stupid mutt. Always in the way—’
‘Greedy, noisy, clumsy,’ Garth supplied. ‘Greedy.’
‘You said greedy before,’ she reminded him.
‘However many times I said it, it would still be true. And dirty. Paws like plates, always covered in mud. Unscrupulous.’ He hunted for something else. ‘Greedy.’
‘Scheming,’ she supplied. ‘Devious. He’d sell his grandmother for a titbit.’
‘Dimwitted. Awkward.’
‘And greedy.’
‘Unreliable.’
‘Not unreliable,’ Faye protested. ‘You could always rely on him to do the wrong thing.’
‘That’s true. Offend your neighbours, burgle your house, scratch your car—’
Faye broke down again. ‘Oh, Garth, he will be all right, won’t he? He’s got to be.’
He put his arms around her and held her tightly, murmuring, ‘It’s all going to be fine. We couldn’t go through all this for nothing.’
‘You were wonderful getting Wakeham to come over.’
‘Mr Fixit! That’s me!’
‘No, I’m serious. It meant so much to the children that you pulled out all the stops.’
‘Only to the children?’
‘Well, to me too, of course.’
‘Yes, of course,’ he said with a faint sigh. ‘But I got it all the wrong way around, didn’t I? If I’d listened to you in the first place—’
‘Don’t brood about that for ever. I heard what Cindy said to you tonight. She was right. They had him, even if just for a little while. Cindy’s a very wise little person.’
‘She’s wonderful, isn’t she? Just recently I’ve realized how like you she is. All heart. It worries me, because it makes her so vulnerable—mostly to me, at the moment.’
‘Yes, she is. But at least you know. You can protect her.’
‘Maybe I’m not so good at that. When you were—’
‘What?’ she asked, for he’d stopped, as if reluctant to say more.
‘When we met—you were such a little thing, so delicate and young. You knew nothing about the world. I wanted to protect you from every wind that blew.’
‘But I grew up,’ she reminded him. ‘And then you didn’t know what to say to me any more.’
‘Maybe I didn’t want you to grow up,’ he agreed. ‘We were so happy then. I didn’t want to let any part of it go. Besides, I thought you wanted me to be the strong one, and look after you. You said something once—’
‘What did I say?’
‘It was the week before Adrian was born and I’d just lost my job. Things looked about as black as they could be. I felt such a failure. Do you remember what you said?’
‘Not the exact words, but I know I tried to tell you that I had confidence in you.’
‘You said, “Don’t worry. I know you’ll make everything right.” For a moment I was so scared at the trust you were putting in me. Then I knew I had to justify that trust, never trouble you with the burdens, but just make everything right for you—as you wanted me too.’
‘But Garth,’ she whispered in dismay. ‘I was only trying to say that I believed in you, not that you should bear everything alone. I wanted to share all your troubles, but you started hiding them from me.’
‘That’s why.’
Light dawned on her. ‘That time you nearly lost the builder’s yard and you only just managed to save it—I didn’t know about that until years later.’
‘You weren’t supposed to find out, ever. I was trying to make everything perfect for you, as a sort of thank-you.’
‘Thank-you—for what?’
‘For marrying me. I was so grateful. On our wedding day—’ He stopped with an awkward laugh.
‘Tell me,’ she said eagerly. ‘Don’t stop now.’
‘You were five minutes late at the church and I nearly went crazy. I thought you’d taken fright and weren’t coming.’
‘Why should I take fright?’
‘Well, you didn’t really want to marry me, did you?’ he said heavily. ‘It was only because I made you pregnant.’
‘But Garth—’
‘I always knew, you see. You were so young. You wanted to laugh and have fun like other girls, and you had every right to. And because of me you ended up tied down, surrounded by a flat full of nappies. Oh, you never complained. You were very sweet about it. But it was always there between us, that I’d stolen your youth. I tried to give you everything to make up for it, but it was no good. I never really got it right, did I?’
Faye stared at him. ‘You—wanted to marry
me?’
‘But you knew that. I did everything to get that ring on your finger.’
‘Garth, I swear I didn’t know. I thought I’d trapped you into marriage.’
‘I never said you had.’
‘No, but—you never mentioned marriage until then.’
‘I didn’t dare in case I frightened you off. When you told me about the baby I was thrilled because it was an excuse to make you marry me. I know I practically bullied you into it—telling you instead of asking you. But I was scared to ask in case you said no.’ He gave an awkward laugh. ‘You know what I’m like when I want something. I tend to grab. I grabbed you before you slipped through my fingers. I thought I’d won but I paid for it, because I was never certain of you afterwards.’
They stared at each other, with the truth between them for the first time.
‘I never knew,’ she whispered.
‘Nor did I. Oh, Faye, what fools we were! All those years— Why did we throw them away?’
She shook her head, dumb with sadness.
‘We might have had so much,’ he said, ‘and we missed our chance.’
‘But we still had more happiness than many people have. Things went wrong, but at the start—’
‘Yes,’ he said heavily, ‘we’ll always have those memories. And we’ll always know that it might have been better still if I hadn’t been blind.’ He sank his head on his hands.
Faye put her arms about him, overwhelmed by tenderness. ‘It wasn’t all your fault,’ she murmured. ‘We lost each other because we both made mistakes.’
He raised his face to her and she took it between her hands to kiss it gently. At first he did nothing, keeping perfectly still and letting her kisses fall on him like sweet balm. As he felt their loving message, the pain and tension seemed to fall away from him and he clung to her.
She wrapped her arms about him, finding again the vulnerable boy she’d fallen in love with. When she laid her lips softly on his, she felt his instant response.
‘We might have had everything,’ he whispered.
‘Hush.’ She kissed him to silence. ‘We can still have everything, just for tonight.’
The last time they’d lain together in her bed it had been a union of bodies. Now it was a union of hearts. It was she who led the way, drawing him on at every step. Nothing mattered but consoling his pain.