Кристина Холлис – Her Secret, His Child: A Night, A Secret...A Child / One-Night Love-Child / The French Aristocrat's Baby (страница 18)
‘Yes?’
‘It’s only me, Serina,’ her mother replied somewhat wearily. ‘Not Felicity. You have to stop worrying about that child, dear. She’s extremely capable of looking after herself.’
‘Yes, Mum. I do know that. So what’s up? It’s not like you to ring me on this phone.’
‘I tried the office number but it was engaged. That’s why I rang you on your mobile. I thought you might like to know how things went with Mrs Johnson today.’
‘Oh, yes, yes, I would. But can you tell me quickly? I’m still in Port Macquarie, and I told Felicity I’d be home by four.’
‘What are you doing in Port?’
Serina swallowed. ‘Having lunch with you know who.’
‘Who? Oh, you mean Nicolas Dupre. Really? I’m surprised. I got the impression you weren’t too pleased with Felicity for securing his services as judge for the talent quest.’
‘I wasn’t. And I didn’t want to have lunch with him, believe me,’ she said. ‘But he asked me in front of those silly girls in my office and they made it impossible for me to refuse.’
‘You’re right. They are silly, those two. But nice girls all the same. So what’s he like these days? Still handsome, I would expect.’
‘Mum, could this conversation wait till later? I’m running out of time and I can’t talk whilst I drive.’ It seemed wise to let her mother think she had her own wheels.
‘It will have to be much later. I haven’t left Newcastle yet.’
‘So how is Mrs Johnson?’
‘Healthy as a horse. The doc gave her some mild blood pressure pills and told her to lay off the sherry.’
‘Which she won’t.’
‘I doubt it. Anyway, dear, off you go and I’ll ring you when I get home.’
‘Please do.’ And she hung up.
‘Who were you talking to in here?’ Nicolas said as he flung open the door.
‘My mother,’ she replied brusquely, and dropped the phone back into her bag. ‘She rang to let me know how Mrs Johnson is.’
‘And?’
‘She’ll live till she’s a hundred. Now, if you don’t mind, I need to get back to Rocky Creek.’
‘You’re the one who’s been taking your time. Let’s go.’
The drive back to Rocky Creek was excruciating. Neither of them spoke, not a single word.
Serina stared through the passenger window and tried not think about what she’d just done. If her mother ever found out she’d jumped into bed with Nicolas within hours of his returning, she would not believe her. Of course, her mother never knew about the highly sexual nature of their teenage affair. She probably thought her dear darling daughter had gone to her wedding night a virgin.
Serina would have liked to confide in her mother. To confess everything. But she couldn’t. Her mother would not understand. She would be totally shocked, and bitterly ashamed.
Just after they’d gone through Wauchope, Nicolas’s own brooding silence began to seriously bother her. If he considered their relationship dusted and dried, as he’d claimed, then why was he so angry with her?
And he was. She could feel his anger hitting her in waves.
They were just coming down the hill towards the bridge that crossed Rocky Creek when she decided to speak up.
‘There’s no need for this, Nicolas,’ she said with more calm than she was feeling. ‘It’s childish.’
‘What’s childish?’
‘Giving me the cold-shoulder treatment. Look, I’m sorry if things haven’t worked out the way you might have imagined. I’m sorry I’m not the girl you remember. Like I said, things change. So do people.’
His sidewards glance showed a reluctant flash of admiration. ‘You’ve certainly grown up a lot.’
‘Marriage and motherhood has a tendency to do that.’
‘Are you saying I haven’t grown up?’
‘Not at all. But parenthood has a way of forcing a person into early maturity, and into being less selfish.’
‘Ah, so you’re saying that I’m selfish.’
‘Don’t put words into my mouth, Nicolas. You would know better than me if you’re selfish or not.’
Nicolas nodded. ‘I suspect that I am. My mother always said I was.’
They both fell silent again as he drove into town. Despite knowing she would see Nicolas again the next day, Serina didn’t want this day to end badly.
‘Can’t we part friends, Nicolas?’ she asked, her voice cracking a little.
He did not reply at first. But then he nodded. ‘If that’s what you want.’
Oh, yes, of course it wasn’t what she wanted. But what she wanted—what she’d always wanted—just couldn’t be. She’d made her bed all those years ago. And now she had to lie in it, till the end of her days.
‘It’s what I want,’ she said.
He pulled into the car park of Brown’s Landscaping and Building Supplies, but didn’t bother to park, just drove straight up to the front door. The face he turned towards her was totally unreadable.
‘Friends, then,’ he said, and bent to give her a peck on the cheek. ‘See you tomorrow.’
Her eyes met his for a long moment. She almost said it.
But only almost.
When tears pricked at her eyes, she did the only thing she could do. She smiled, then got out of the car and waved him off.
She didn’t go into the office. She could not bear to make conversation right at that moment, couldn’t bear any more pretending. She went straight to her own car and drove straight home.
Felicity wasn’t there yet, thank heavens. Her daughter wasn’t renowned for punctuality. Just as well, because by then serious tears were threatening. Serina just managed to get herself inside before the floodgates opened.
‘Oh, Nicolas,’ she cried as she sank down to the floor, her back against the front door, her head dropping into her hands. ‘Why did you have to come back?’
An equally distraught Nicolas was thinking exactly the same thing as he drove back to Port Macquarie. If he hadn’t promised Felicity to judge that stupid bloody talent quest tomorrow he would have taken the first available flight back to Sydney. He didn’t want to see Serina again. He didn’t want to have to pretend to everyone that they were just ‘good friends’. His life had been much easier when she was just a memory, one which had occasionally tormented him but which he’d been able to put aside, most of the time.
Impossible to put aside a flesh-and-blood woman in the same room as him, one who only a short time earlier had been kneeling, naked, before him.
Nicolas shuddered.
He had to stop thinking about that. Had to stop thinking that he’d never meant anything more to her than just a piece of meat.
But she’d said as much, hadn’t she?
They were her very own words.
She’d also said he was childish. And selfish.
As Nicolas drove back to Port Macquarie, he mulled over everything she’d said and done that day. By the time he let himself back into his apartment he’d come to the conclusion that Serina was right. He was childish and selfish. And extremely egotistical to think she might still love him. Which of course was what had brought him here in the first place. That vain hope.
Very vain.
It saddened him to face the truth, but it had to be faced. He’d lost his chance with Serina twenty years ago. That episode at the Opera House had meant no more to her than a one-night stand. As had this afternoon.