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‘I can’t say I do!’ Randal snorted.
‘You don’t know him! He’s a good man.’
‘So he isn’t buying the cottage just to stay in constant contact with you?’
She resented the dry, ironic note in his voice. ‘No, certainly not. He’s buying it because he loves it, he always has—and after all, I was going to sell it anyway. The sale will be handled through our solicitors; we won’t need to be in contact.
‘I was jealous,’ he coolly retorted. ‘He had your lipstick on his mouth, it was obvious he’d been kissing you, and I was jealous.’
She felt hot colour burn along her throat and face, and looked down, taken aback. The fierceness of his voice made her melt internally, made her legs weak.
He watched her briefly, his face unreadable, then said, ‘See you on Friday.’
He walked down the short drive, got into his car and drove off. Pippa watched him vanish, then went in and shut the front door before going upstairs to have a cooling shower and put on a thin cotton shirt and a pair of cream linen trousers. Love was altogether too exhausting. She could not bear many more scenes like that. Fighting Randal had left scars on her heart and mind. She felt mauled, as if she had been in a cage with a tiger and barely escaped with her life.
She sat down to write her letter of resignation to the insurance company. Before she started looking for another job, it might be a good idea to have a long holiday. She felt she needed one.
She spent the warm spring afternoon in her garden, mowing the lawn, pruning and weeding; it was a peaceful occupation, and she didn’t need to think too hard, but her body used up a lot of the buzzing energy inside her. The weather stayed fine and bright; it was pleasant in the sun. By the time she had eaten a salad and watched TV for an hour or so she was tired enough to go to bed and sleep without difficulty, keeping thoughts of Randal at bay when she was awake but finding him invading her dreams when she slept.
On Thursday Tom came round with a surveyor to price the cottage. While the man wandered around, measuring rooms and testing various parts of the building for signs of woodworm or damp, or other problems, Pippa and Tom sat outside in the garden with coffee and biscuits.
‘You should make quite a bit of money on the deal,’ Tom said in his calm, practical way. ‘You got the place very cheaply and you did the bulk of the redecoration yourself so you didn’t really spend too much on it. It was a very good investment. You’ll finish up with a considerable profit. Will you buy another place at once, or invest the money and rent somewhere for the moment?’
‘First I’ve decided to have a holiday.’ That reminded her of something she had forgotten. ‘Did you mana
ge to cancel the honeymoon?’
‘It was far too late for that. I’ve decided to go alone.’
She bit her lip. ‘Oh. I’m sorry, Tom…’
‘I’m sure I’ll enjoy it. I was due a holiday anyway. Where were you thinking of going?’
‘I haven’t thought about it yet. When I come back, though, I’ll have to get another job, then I’ll see what property values are like wherever I move. I sent my resignation in, by the way. They should have it by now.’
Tom nodded, staring at two robins squabbling over some nesting material, a few scraps of twine Pippa had used to tie up lupins months ago, in the summer. They had frayed and broken, were hanging loose; the robins each had hold of one of them and were pulling and squawking crossly at each other.
‘What about…him? Are you seeing him? Going on holiday with him?’
She sighed. ‘Tom, don’t keep asking about Randal, please. I don’t want to talk about him.’ She shaded her eyes to look up at the sky. ‘It’s such a lovely morning; don’t waste it.’
Tom looked sulky, then said, ‘What will you do with your wedding dress? Keep it for next time? When you marry him?’
She winced at the sting of the question. She couldn’t blame him for feeling bitter, though. She hadn’t broken Tom’s heart, she didn’t think he was madly in love with her, but she had damaged his ego, his sense of himself, and to the sort of man Tom was that would be very painful. His dignity was very important to him.
‘I’ve talked to the dressmaker and paid her. I’ll put the dress away for the moment.’ She put a hand on his arm tentatively. ‘I’m sorry, Tom. I’ve made a mess of your life, I know that, but I never intended to. It was just bad luck that we had that crash and I met…him…again. But although it was bad luck in one way, I do think it was just as well in another. How could we have been happy when I didn’t really love you the way you should be loved? Sooner or later you would have realised something was missing and then it would have been ten times worse for both of us.’
He grunted, head turned away. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking from the grim profile which was all she could see.
‘You’ll meet someone else, Tom,’ she offered uncertainly. ‘And this time it will be love on both sides.’
The surveyor, a thin young man with horn-rimmed spectacles and a very serious expression, came out to join them, looking around the garden. ‘Very pretty out here, isn’t it? This is a really charming property, in fact. I’ll have to measure the land too, before we go. But you’ve done a very good job with the cottage. I gather it was in a pretty poor condition when you bought it, and you did most of the decorating yourself?’
‘All of it, apart from the retiling of the roof and the plumbing. I even put in most of the kitchen myself, modernised it all. The old man who lived here hadn’t touched the place for years and years.’
‘Well, I’m impressed. You’re very clever.’
‘Thank you. Coffee?’ She picked up the vacuum jug of coffee; it would still be hot.
