Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

Chapter 21

Michael

It’s dark, a frigid winter’s evening. James hasn’t come home from work yet and I can’t find Charlotte.

Where is she?

Having a bath maybe?

But the bathroom stands cold and empty.

Reading somewhere?

I try her study, the lounge and the dining room, still with no sign of her.

And then as I stop to flick the curtains closed in the lounge, there she is. Outside on the terrace, without so much as a jacket or a cushion, she hugs her knees as she sits on bare stone paving, staring into the dark.

She must be bloody freezing…

What’s this about?

Don’t rush it…

I make a couple of hot drinks, then venture outside.

She turns as I approach. I offer her a mug. “Hi. Mind if I join you?”

“Course not.” She sniffs. “That’s lovely. Thank you.”

“Hot nutmeg milk and dash of brandy. I thought if you were determined to freeze your butt, you’d better have something inside to help thaw it out.”

She nods then turns to stare into the dark again.

After a minute or so, I say, “Come on, spit it out. Whatever it is.”

“I was thinking about my mother.”

“What about her?”

“I might never find her.”

“Perhaps not, but we'll keep looking.”

She blows on the milk, takes a slow mouthful. “What I'm meaning is, it's about continuity, isn't it. As long as I'm here, there's a bit of her too. And my father. It's not all gone. And if...”

"If what?"

She chokes up. “He’s so unhappy. He’s usually so full of life; so full of… of take-it-in-big-bites… He’s… It’s just not him.”

“He? Who? James? I thought we were talking about you?”

“Yes… No… Yes…”

“Charlotte, you’re not making a lot of sense.”

Looking away, she drinks more of the milk, but moonlight reflects from the tears trailing down her cheeks.

I lay an arm over shoulders, kiss her face. She’s chilled, tasting salty. “You want to find your mother. He wants his daughter back.” I rub at my forehead. “I hate seeing him like this too. I wish there was something I could do to help him, but he’ll get over it.”

look at

pleasant for him, but it is a kind of closure.” But doubt crawls through my gut and

“I'm not so sure.”

mug, “You might be right. It was a low blow on her part. But I'm

one thing I can do.” There’s a tremor in her

make

knot of hair then folds her

to me, Charlotte. What is this really

you about it before I did anything.” She’s gulping, stuttering her words. “I don't

?

Tread carefully…

would I be

“He wants his daughter.”

You can’t give

have another

“Charlotte, are you telling me

“Yes,” she whispers.

Ahhh…

air, I say, “Are you sure that's what you want to do…?” I speak slowly,

my life to do the things I want. You too, nearly as much. But he... he doesn't have so much time and... And I want him to have

quietly, her head low. Her fingers knot together, then unknot,

cold fingers then hold them between my warm

I haven’t

that it would be between the two of you. Fifty-fifty if it was you or him. And that would have been fine. I know it would. But this way, you’d

I

right thing

that will stand

… and last…

… and work…

will you. It’s kind of a lot to take on board all at once. I'm going to make a couple more hot drinks, but don't go away. I'm coming back. I just need to think.” I turn,

grinding beans to give my hands something to do. As they growl and judder into

loved him

Is that true?

No…

loved him

but she

…

he’d asked her, she’d have

her to

kept

…

the house

… Helluva wedding present…

…

do I ever

?

This would do it…

…

I sure

?

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