Forgive Me

‘Something else, isn’t it?’ Andee commented.

‘It certainly is,’ Claudia agreed.

Through the arched windows to the right of the main door was a large rectangular room with a high corniced ceiling, an eyesore of a tiled fireplace, an upturned chair and rags on the dusty floorboards and a staircase in one corner.

Not caring about getting wet any more, Claudia stood back to look up at the tower. ‘Are their rooms up there?’ she asked.

‘Two quite big ones,’ Andee replied. ‘And there are more either side of these main wings – you see the smaller windows? I’m guessing the old coach master lived at one end and probably other staff were housed at the opposite end. More recently they’ve been converted into bedrooms, but they can be anything you want them to be.’

Rain was running down Claudia’s face as she shook her head in wonder, taking in the sheer elegance of the place in its secluded setting of old trees and ragged bushes. ‘I don’t have to go inside or around the back to know that this is perfect for us,’ she declared.

Andee quickly took out her phone. ‘I should have done this before,’ she muttered. ‘I need to check with Graeme that it’s still available.’

Claudia stiffened with horror. It hadn’t occurred to her that it might not be, but moments later Andee was smiling again as she gave the thumbs up and Claudia unravelled with relief.

‘I expect you’d like to know the price?’ Andee suggested as she rang off.

Claudia was ready to pay anything.

‘They want five hundred and fifty thousand, but I reckon you could probably get it for five. And being realistic, you’ll probably need about the same to fix it up.’

‘It’s not a problem,’ Claudia assured her. ‘We can make an offer right away, although I probably ought to let my mother and daughter see it first.’

Clearly delighted, Andee said. ‘Let me know when they can make it and we’ll come again with the keys.’

As they returned to their cars Claudia said, rashly, ‘We’re thinking of having a little celebration later, to mark my first commission since arriving here – I mean, if I get it …’

‘You’ve got it …’

‘… so I was wondering if you might like to join us?’

Andee’s eyes lit up. ‘I’d love to,’ she said warmly. ‘Just tell me where and when.’

Surprised and thrilled, Claudia said, ‘Does seven work for you? We’re in an apartment at the station end of the Promenade. I’ll text the address. I thought I’d ask Leanne if she can make it too. After all, it’s thanks to her that this has come about.’

‘I’m sure she’d love to if she’s free.’

After thanking Andee again Claudia got into her car, but didn’t immediately drive away. She wanted to look at the house a while longer and continue to feel the sense of connection that had come over her the minute she’d laid eyes on it. She couldn’t remember the last time anything had felt so right in her life, and because the draw was so powerful she wanted to hold on to it for as long as she could.

In the end, after feeling certain that Joel had been watching it with her, she said a silent au revoir and turned the car around to begin the drive home. She needed to call her mother to let her know that their little celebration was on, and she should text Leanne to invite her to join them. Already she was imagining champagne glasses sparkling, corks popping, friends toasting one another, and realizing how widely she was smiling she broke into a happy laugh.

CHAPTER TEN

‘I thought we were going to the cinema,’ Graeme protested when Andee informed him of the evening’s change of plan.

‘We can go tomorrow,’ she promised, planting a kiss on his cheek as she passed him to get to the fridge with the groceries she’d brought in. ‘She’s a godsend, she really is. So talented and available and definitely very keen to buy the coach house. She’s interesting too, because I Googled her after I left the Heights and the only Claudia Winters that came up were definitely not her.’

He raised his eyebrows. ‘Why on earth did you Google her?’

She shrugged. ‘It’s the kind of thing I do, you know that.’

Of course he did. ‘And what are you deducing from your lack of findings?’ he enquired with mock-seriousness, taking the avocados she was passing and putting them in the fruit bowl.

Rolling her eyes at him, she said, ‘She’s definitely a professional, I saw her sketching and the way she articulated her ideas could only be done by an expert. So, what I’m deducing is that for some reason she’s changed her name – maybe to break with her old life.’ She turned to face him and wasn’t surprised to find him regarding her with the expression he usually adopted when attempting to keep up with the way her mind worked.

‘So now you’re thinking what?’ he asked, amused. ‘That she’s in witness protection or something?’

With a smile she pulled a box of muesli from the bag to put aside for the pantry. ‘No, of course not,’ she replied, before adding – not able to help herself – ‘When the Protected Persons Service – that’s its official title, by the way – sets someone up with a new identity they provide social media profiles, pages on search engines leading to past history, all sorts of stuff to give them cover. And Claudia doesn’t have any of that.’ Her eyes narrowed thoughtfully as a few scenarios played out in her mind, but they were cut short by her mobile jingling the arrival of a text. It was from Leanne.

See you at Claudia’s. So glad she’s able to help. Xx

Replying with I owe you, she put the phone down and turned back to Graeme. He was checking his own phone now, scrolling through emails, deleting as he went or thumbing off quick replies, and as she watched him, she found herself feeling sorry there was so little time before she had to go out.

Looking up as she removed the mobile from his grasp and slipped her arms around his neck, Graeme drew her in close and murmured, ‘To what do I owe this pleasure?’

‘It’s just for being you,’ she replied, gazing suggestively into his eyes.

‘So, I’m getting something right?’

‘You always do, or almost always. Did you see Tom today, by any chance?’

‘I didn’t.’

‘Then he hasn’t told you that he’s asked Leanne to marry him?’

His eyebrows rose. ‘No, but I think we saw that coming, didn’t we?’

She nodded and after a moment said, ‘Can you do me a huge favour and not ask me? Just in case you were thinking of it, which you probably weren’t, but we’re OK as we are, aren’t we?’

His eyes moved curiously between hers. ‘If you say so,’ he replied carefully.

She frowned. ‘Not quite the answer I was expecting.’

He smiled and kissed her. ‘You know,’ he said, taking back his phone, ‘I think I’ll give Dan a call to see if he’s free for a bite, seeing as you’re now otherwise engaged.’

CHAPTER ELEVEN

‘OK, so I need to give you a heads up on everyone who’s coming tonight,’ Jasmine declared as she slotted her neatly cased surfboard into a hall cupboard – this being one of several new hobbies she’d taken up during the five months since settling here. ‘You know that Abby’s mum, Leanne, has a partner called Tom who owns the Tramonto Hotel on Kesterly Heights. Abby’s grandma is called Wilkie and she’s a blast, completely eccentric and you’ll love her on sight, if she comes. Abby’s dad died, which is something else us two have in common besides all the other stuff, and the local theatre is named after him, the Delaney. Oh, and she has a half-sister who lives in the States called Kate.’ She frowned irritably. ‘Is anyone listening to me?’

‘Of course,’ Claudia and Marcy answered in unison. They were in the kitchen laying out the canapés Marcy had picked up from M&S on her way back from the community centre, while Claudia had rushed home to make sure there was champagne in the fridge and the flat was presentable.

‘Good, so who’s Leanne’s partner?’ Jasmine tested.

‘Tom,’ Claudia replied. ‘Now tell us what you know about Andee Lawrence.’

‘Absolutely nothing.’ Jasmine smiled sweetly, and taking the pile of hand-embroidered napkins she was being offered she began to fold them into the shapes her mother preferred.

‘Actually, I can tell you something,’ Marcy offered. ‘I mean besides the fact that she’s an interior designer. Apparently, she used to be a detective and is who everyone goes to if they’re in any kind of trouble.’

Slightly thrown by that, Claudia turned to look at her. ‘A detective?’ she echoed.

‘That’s right,’ Marcy replied distractedly. ‘Henry said she gave it up a few years ago and …’

‘Who’s Henry?’ Claudia interrupted.

‘Oh, just someone I know at the community centre.’

Jasmine said, ‘Have you still not told her about him, Nana? I thought you had.’

As Claudia’s eyes widened Marcy became defensive. ‘There’s nothing to tell,’ she retorted. ‘He’s just a friend.’

‘But you’ve got a thing for him. You told me that yourself.’

‘I didn’t say a thing, I said he’s an interesting man, that’s all.’

As she listened to them squabble and tease Claudia realized that her suspicions earlier were correct: this was why her mother always made such an effort when she went out. ‘Well,’ she commented loudly, ‘I thought if any one of us was going to come home with a boyfriend it would have been Jasmine …’

‘He’s not a boyfriend,’ Marcy interrupted. ‘In fact, I’ve never been alone with him, apart from for a few minutes here and there. However, it seems that now might be as good a time as any to tell you that in the event he does get around to asking me out, I will probably say yes.’

Claudia watched Jasmine bounce into her grandmother’s arms, as thrilled as if she had a potential date lined up herself.

Marcy regarded her daughter curiously. ‘Would you rather I didn’t go?’ she asked over Jasmine’s shoulder.

Jasmine spun around. ‘Don’t you dare say no,’ she warned her mother.

‘I wasn’t going to,’ Claudia protested. ‘It’s not up to me, and actually I think it’s … wonderful. I’m just asking myself … I mean, are you going to be interested in this new house if you’ve got other plans?’

‘For heaven’s sake,’ Marcy exclaimed. ‘Talk about getting things out of perspective. I want to see the house and if it’s right for us, I want to live in it.’

‘Excuse me, what house?’ Jasmine demanded. ‘No one’s mentioned anything to me about a house.’

‘I saw it today,’ Claudia explained. ‘It’s on Westerleigh Heights: as far as I’m concerned it’s a dream home – or it will be – and I can hardly wait for you to see it.’ She turned back to her mother, determined to hide how crushed she’d feel if Marcy answered her next question with a no. ‘Are you sure you want to live with us? You’re used to your independence …’

‘And you’re going to rob me of it? Don’t be silly. Of course I want us to be together. It’s what we planned and it’s what we’ll do. Now, how many glasses are we going to need, and someone should fill up the ice bucket because our guests will be here any minute.’

Andee and Leanne arrived promptly at seven, bringing Abby with them, and in what seemed no time at all Claudia was opening a second bottle of Moët while the guests ate canapés and lounged on the sofas as if this was somewhere they came all the time. There was an easy flow of conversation right from the start and virtually no awkward moments, apart from Claudia’s embarrassment when Andee and Leanne lavished praise on her various handicrafts.

‘She makes everything,’ Jasmine stated proudly, ‘candles, diffusers, lamps, soap, photo frames. She even did some of the paintings …’

‘OK,’ Claudia said softly, ‘I think that’s enough.’

Look how pathetic you are, lapping it up as if the junk you make is something special. Get a grip, you’re embarrassing yourself.

Claudia shook Marcus’s vicious words off with a shiver and forced herself to reconnect with the real conversation.

‘You’ve transformed this place,’ Andee was commenting admiringly. ‘I came to view it for Dan, a friend of Graeme’s, about a year ago and it was nothing like this then. He decided it was too big for him, but it seems just right for you.’

‘It’s a great spot,’ Leanne agreed, ‘but isn’t the noise a problem?’

With a sigh, Marcy said, ‘It was worse during the summer when the windows were open, so many parties and concerts on the beach …’

‘Which were totally cool,’ Jasmine put in quickly, ‘you even came to some of them.’

‘It was a Beatles night,’ Marcy explained, ‘so we all went. And actually, it wasn’t the music that bothered us so much as all the shouting and swearing when the bars turned out. It still happens, but at least the windows are closed now.’

‘Do you get people parking in your space on the forecourt?’ Andee asked sympathetically.

‘All the time,’ Claudia groaned, ‘which is another reason we’ll be glad to move.’

‘Are you thinking of it?’ Leanne asked, helping herself to another canapé.

‘You should come and live nearer us,’ Abby informed Jasmine.

‘Actually, we might,’ Claudia told her, and aware of Abby’s and Leanne’s interest piquing, she felt a little thrill of excitement as she said to Andee, ‘we’d like to view the coach house as soon as possible.’

‘What coach house?’ Abby demanded, looking from her to Jasmine and back again.

‘It’s on Westleigh Heights,’ Jasmine replied, ‘so if we do move there we’ll be about ten minutes from you and I’m definitely going to need a car.’

‘Then you’d better work on passing your test,’ Marcy reminded her.

‘Give me a chance, I’ve only had three lessons.’

Accepting a top-up of champagne from Claudia, Andee said, ‘Let me know when the three of you are available and provided the others feel the same way you do, we’ll set everything in motion.’

‘Thank you,’ Claudia said warmly. ‘And don’t worry, I’ll be putting in orders for fabrics first thing tomorrow before I go to meet Cassie’s team. So, your commission remains my priority.’

‘I’m not worried,’ Andee assured her, and looking into Claudia’s eyes she added, ‘and you shouldn’t be either.’

It wasn’t until everyone had left that Claudia was able to say to her mother, ‘I think Andee knows something about us, or at least suspects it.’

Marcy frowned. ‘Like what?’

‘I don’t know, I’m not sure.’

‘You’re just paranoid,’ Jasmine told her, carrying dishes through to the kitchen. ‘If you ask me I think our little party went really well.’

‘I’d agree with that,’ Marcy responded, ‘although it seemed a bit odd that no one asked where we’re from, or what we were doing before we came here.’

‘They know what Mum was doing,’ Jasmine pointed out.

Marcy nodded pensively. ‘What do you tell Abby about your past?’ she asked.

Jasmine shrugged. ‘Just that I was at school in London, and that my dad died when I was nine. Oh, and that Mum had a design shop. Other than that, it never really comes up. We’re kind of into other things, like studying, surfing, hanging out with friends, and in my case violin lessons, practice and rehearsals.’

‘So busy,’ Claudia commented dryly.

‘Tell me about it, and now you’re going to be as well. This is just the best thing for you, Mum, a new commission, a new house by the looks of it, so please don’t start getting all suspicious about things. Andee seems really nice, so whatever she said, I’m sure she didn’t mean anything bad by it.’

Finding herself able to believe that, Claudia smiled as she let go of some tension. ‘I guess I’m out of practice when it comes to making friends,’ she sighed, and banishing the dark memories of Marcus that inevitably came to her mind, she added, ‘Time I learned to start trusting again.’

Outside on the Promenade Leanne and Andee were following Abby to the taxi rank, slowing their pace so as not to be overheard. ‘OK,’ Leanne said, keeping her voice down, ‘are you going to tell me now why you didn’t want me to ask about their lives before they came here?’

Judging Abby to be sufficiently engrossed in her phone, Andee said, ‘I’m pretty sure they’re not who they’re saying they are.’

Leanne came to a standstill, eyes wide with surprise. ‘What on earth makes you say that?’

‘You saw for yourself how talented Claudia is, and she wasn’t a bit fazed by the size of the order I’ve just put her way. This means she must have been in business before, and yet she doesn’t have an Internet presence or history, and nor does her mother.’

Leanne took a moment to process this. ‘So, who are they?’ she asked, trying to get her head around it all.

Though Andee had a theory she decided to keep it to herself for now, and said, ‘I’m still working on it, but rest assured I don’t think it’s anything to worry about.’

‘Well that’s good, because Abby’s pretty tight with Jasmine, and I found myself warming to Claudia tonight. And her mother’s a delight.’

‘Isn’t she?’

‘Actually,’ Leanne said as they started to walk on, ‘I’m thinking of inviting them to the little engagement party we’re throwing the Saturday after next. I take it you and Graeme are free?’

‘We’ll make sure of it, and yes, do invite them. I think it would mean a lot to them, especially Claudia. Who else is on the list?’

‘Family mostly, but I was wondering about asking Dan. Do you think he’ll come? He gets on very well with Tom.’

‘I’m sure he will. I’m seeing him tomorrow for one of our RJ meetings. Would you like me to ask him?’

‘No, I’ll do it myself, but perhaps you could assure him that we’re not trying to pair him off with Claudia, because that’s exactly what he’ll think when we introduce them.’

Andee frowned. ‘Aren’t we?’ she countered dryly.

Leanne laughed. ‘I could say yes, but do we really want him to get involved with someone who might not be who she says she is, and who, for all we know, could take off again at any minute?’

‘No,’ Andee replied seriously, ‘we definitely don’t want to do that. And please, please don’t let her take off before the show home is done.’

CHAPTER TWELVE

So, here’s a conversation I had today with Dan:

‘How are you doing Archie?’

‘How do you think?’

‘Tell me.’

‘I’m crap. How else would you expect me to be?’

‘I was hoping you might feel ready for more honesty about your mother.’

‘I haven’t told any lies about her.’

‘You haven’t told the entire truth either.’

It frigging gets me, the way he manages to know stuff he shouldn’t. ‘Why do you want to know more about her? She’s got nothing to do with any of this.’

‘She thinks she has.’

‘You’ve talked to her?’

‘Of course.’

‘I could get really mad about that, Dan.’

‘Why?’

‘Because I told you, she’s got nothing to do with this. No one has. It’s just me. I’m the one who did it, right? That’s why I’m in here.’

He doesn’t say anything after that, and it really starts getting to me, like he knows I want to speak, but I don’t. Or not about my ma, anyway, so I end up suggesting we change the subject, and he, predictably says, ‘To what?’

‘Anything you like. I know, let’s talk about you. What makes you do this stuff with people like me? I suppose you think you’re some sort of Samaritan or something.’

He laughs at that and I laugh too, though God knows why because it wasn’t funny. ‘Do you have a mother?’ I ask him.

‘No. She died a few years ago.’

‘What about your father?’

‘I lost him when I was sixteen.’

‘Mm, tough. Did you like him?’

‘Very much. Do you like yours?’

‘Give me a break. I don’t even know who he is.’

‘Then who’s BJ?’

Some of his questions set my teeth on edge and make my fists clench. ‘He was my handler, you know that, and he’s definitely not my old man.’

‘How did your mother come to know him?’

I go silent, and he’s the first to break it.

‘You know you could end up in prison for a very long time. Is that what you want?’

‘Makes no difference to me.’

‘Why do you say that when we both know it isn’t true?’

I just shrug.

‘What are you hiding, Archie? I know there’s something, so why don’t you tell me what it is?’

‘I’m protecting my ma, right?’ I nearly shout at him. ‘If I tell you anything they’ll go after her and it won’t be pretty. Is that what you want?’

He doesn’t say anything, but we both know it’s not what he wants. ‘Who are we talking about, Archie?’

I don’t answer, but I don’t think he expects me to.

‘Wouldn’t it be better for your mother if you told the truth?’ he asks.

‘I already have,’ I remind him. ‘I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t.’

‘I mean the whole truth.’

‘You’ve got it.’

He shakes his head and I can see how disappointed he is in me. Join the club, Dan. Membership’s free.

In my head I’m thinking about you and what difference it would make to you if I said any more – and the answer is, it’s too late, it wouldn’t change anything, so what’s the point?

I committed the crime, so I do the time.

He left just after that and I was so mad and scared and all kinds of other shit that I decided to sit down and write you what happened, like as if you’re ever going to see this, or even care.

Don’t worry, I’m not seeing you as some kind of friend I can run off my mouth to, or anything like that. I get how sick it would make you feel if I did. I guess it’s just easier to write down how afraid I am that he won’t come back, than it is to tell him.

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