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.”

turns to look at me. “You

pleasant for him, but it

“I'm not so sure.”

milk around in the mug, “You might be right. It was a low blow on her part. But I'm not sure what we can do about it, other than being

can do.” There’s a tremor in her voice. I wait, but she’s stalled and as I look down, a lock

make a

notices me looking and deliberately, she disentangles the knot of hair then folds her hands

What is this

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

?

Tread carefully…

I be

“He wants his daughter.”

her. You can’t give

could have another

you telling me you want to get pregnant?

“Yes,” she whispers.

Ahhh…

to do…?” I speak slowly, carefully. “… What with your college

he... he doesn't have so much time and... And I want him

so quietly, her head low. Her

them in mine, I kiss cold fingers then hold them between my warm palms. She

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you trowelling on the makeup, trying to pretend

or him. And that would

I feel about

the right thing to

will stand

… and last…

… and work…

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, heading for the kitchen, but mid-movement, I turn again, pointing a forefinger. “I mean that. Don’t move. I’ll be back in

scratch, grinding beans to give my hands something to do. As they growl

always loved

Is that true?

No…

loved him

but she

…

her, she’d have married

her

kept

…

funded the house

… Helluva wedding present…

…

I ever repay all

?

This would do it…

…

sure of

?

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