A Jersey Kiss (Jersey Romance Series) (20 page)

She glancing at her watch, pleased to note it was nearly the end of the evening.

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“
You and Tom were getting a little cosy tonight?” Shani said, as she pulled up the duvet in Bea’s spare room. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

Bea looked out of the window through the darkness to the coast of France and the lights of the distant houses.
“Er, no. So don’t expect any gossip from me. He’s off to Manchester to meet with a client tomorrow, so won’t be at the office for a few days, either. Sorry to disappoint you.”

“
A relief?”

“
Yup.” Bea sat on the end of Shani’s bed and rubbed her blistered feet. “I don’t know why I let you persuade me to wear those shoes. They nearly killed me tonight.”

Shani puffed up her pillow and leant back.
“They didn’t seem to bother you when you were dancing with Luke, I noticed.” She held up her hand to stop Bea from interrupting. “I know you insist there isn’t anything going on between you and Luke, but I definitely caught the two of you exchanging looks tonight, several times in fact.”

Bea sighed.
“Let’s not talk about him, Shan,” she said, wriggling her toes and groaning. “I’m glad you’re staying here tonight, it’s lovely knowing there’s someone else here for a change.”

“
Why not? I don’t care what you say, I know you well enough to see that you fancy him like mad. Which means that there’s some other reason why you’re keeping your distance from him, and I’ve no idea what it can be.”

Bea stared at her tired reflection in the dressing-table mirror. God, she looked awful.
“It doesn’t matter what I think or feel about him though, does it?”

“
Why would you say that?”

“
Because he’s with someone else,” she said, hating her voice for cracking like it did and giving away the depths of her feelings to Shani. “I know he keeps insisting he isn’t, but they go everywhere together and she stays with him most of the time.”

“
Maybe she’s the one who’s after him and he doesn’t realise it?” Shani tilted her head, her face sad. “Or have you thought that maybe he believes you and Tom have more going on between you than you actually do?”

“
Why would he even think about me when he’s with someone as beautiful as her?” Bea walked out to the hall. “Who knows? Anyway I’m shattered. I’ll see you in the morning.” She went to her bedroom and closed the door behind her and sitting down heavily on the end of the bed. Shani opened the door and stood in her doorway. “You’re gorgeous too,” she said. When Bea laughed, Shani added, “And you’re far more fun than she could ever be. I’m sure Luke isn’t really interested in anyone as shallow as her, model or not.” She turned to leave the room, then turned and tapped the side of her nose. “There’s something going on between the two of you that I don’t understand, but one of these days I’m going to work it out or force you to tell me what it is.”

Bea woke early and getting up quietly, so as not to disturb Shani, she dialled Luke’s number as soon as it was a respectable enough time to do so.
“Yes,” croaked a deep female voice.

Bea panicked, and slammed down the phone in horror. Leilani. Furious with herself for daring to believe him when that they weren’t together and for not having the foresight to consider Luke would probably be with Leilani, Bea pushed her jealously to the back of her mind. She paced her bedroom floor trying to work out the best way to contact him without raising Leilani’s suspicions, finally coming to the annoying conclusion that she would simply have to wait.

Bea was frustrated that she couldn’t arrange to see him. She knew she should keep her distance from him, especially as when his girlfriend was right beside him in his bed. The picture forming in her head of his toned body wrapped around Leilani’s perfect perma-tanned limbs gave her a sick feeling deep in her stomach. However hard she tried to remember what Tom had told her about Luke, she still couldn’t help her feelings. It didn’t help when he acted the way he had at the ball. She needed him to know that he couldn’t play with her emotions. He had a girlfriend and it wasn’t fair on either of them to play games.

She didn’t want to wake Shani, so decided that maybe today was the perfect day to start jogging, after all despite her best intentions, she hadn’t been jogging since going out with Paul and Shani recently. It would do her good to run on the beach, she decided. So, dragging on her tracksuit and tatty trainers, Bea kissed Flea goodbye and promising to take him out for a walk later. He was getting too old to want to do anything more energetic than walking. She pushed a few pounds into her pocket so that she could buy the newspapers on the way home, grabbed her phone and drove to Grouville Bay.

Bea remembered to stretch her legs gently to warm up and took a few deep breaths of fresh air. “Ahh,” this was more like it. She walked down the cobbled slipway and gazed appreciatively at the sea and the tough surfers as they rode the rolling waves on their colourful boards.

After taking several more deep breaths, she became a little dizzy. Too much, too soon, she decided before setting off at a slow jog.
“Phew,” she grumbled, “this is far harder than it looks when Paul and Shani do it.” After only about fifty yards she was panting and if it hadn’t been for the other fit runners pacing away along the beach, she would have allowed herself to collapse in a heap face down onto the damp sand.

Bea forced herself on, one step after the other for as long as she could bear to. She could hardly breathe, her chest was tight and her calf muscles burning. There was nothing for it but to casually slow to a walk and then stop. Bea stood feet slightly apart, hands firmly on thighs, bent over, puce in the face and gasping for air.

Having finally managed to slow her heart rate to somewhere near normal, she turned to walk back up the slipway to the catering van, to compensate her efforts with a Galaxy and a large coffee when her phone shrieked the Dance of the Knights by Prokofiev. “Bloody Paul,” she moaned, “I wish he’d stop messing about with the ringtones on my mobile,” she said wishing he didn’t love watching The Apprentice so much. With shaking fingers she pressed the green button as she paced along eager to reach the liquid refreshment she had promised herself. “Hello?” she panted.

“
Is everything all right?” Luke whispered. “I saw I had a missed call from you?”

“
Argh,” she screeched, as her trainer caught a stone, tripping her up so she landed in an ungainly heap, cracking her knee on the concrete path, grazing her hand and sending her phone flying out in front of her with a loud clatter. “Shit, shit, bollocks,” she grimaced, rubbing her knee hard and brushing away the tears of pain that seemed to come from nowhere. She grabbed her phone. “Luke, I…”

“
Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you,” she heard Luke shout just as she held it back against her ear. “Where did you say you were?”

“
Just off the first slipway, Grouville beach,” she breathed. “But I’m…” the phone went dead. “Fine,” she added. Bea held the phone in front of her and stared blankly at the screen. “Sod it.”

She pulled her trouser leg up and winced when she spotted the blackening bruise and beads of blood already on her knee, then remembered Luke said he was coming.
“Oh hell.” She covered her leg again and tucked loose blonde strands behind her ears to try and look reasonably human. He was going to see her unwashed and sweaty, and after only having run fifty yards. It then occurred to Bea that Luke didn’t have to know that she had only run approximately twenty paces before nearly suffering a coronary. And anyway, what did that have to do with anything?

Yes, let him come, she decided. Let him think she did this thing every Sunday, like Bea was damn sure Leilani did. An annoying image sprang uninvited into Bea’s mind of Leilani, her endless toned legs, tanned to perfection in the tiniest micro shorts, pacing comfortably along the beach as her long hair flowed elegantly behind her. Cow.

Bea hobbled towards the van, something that she did most Sundays, but usually with Flea ambling along at the end of his lead, sniffing for other dogs who dared walk the same route as he, before lifting his leg to pee and regain some invisible ownership of his imagined territory. “Morning, Des,” she said, trying to sound more cheery than she felt now that she’d finally managed to regain some composure.

“
Bleedin’ ’ ell, Bea, you bin runnin’?” he teased, taking in her dishevelled appearance. “That’s not like you, my love.”

“
Yes, but keep it to yourself, won’t you?”

“
Want your usual?”

Bea nodded.
“Yes, please.” She tidied up her hair and smiled at him when he handed her a coffee, bar of chocolate and her newspaper and passed over several notes. “It won’t do any harm people thinking I take regular exercise, will it?”

“
What people’s that then?” he asked, scratching his head.

She spotted Luke running towards her.
“Bea, what happened?” he demanded urgently.

She turned to Des, her eyes wide with embarrassment.
“People like him.” She motioned discreetly, doing her best to ignore her stinging knee.

He stifled a guffaw with little success, as he handed her a cappuccino and a Galaxy.
“See ya next week then, love.” He winked.

Bea turned to Luke.
“Morning.”

“
Morning? What happened?” he panted, looking her up and down. He pushed a hand through his messy fringe. Bea was painfully aware his hair was still tousled from racing straight to her from his bed.

She stared at him silently, intent on remaining as composed as possible.
“Nothing, why?”

Luke’s concerned expression morphed into one of fury. He grabbed her by the elbow.

“Hey,” she glared at him, “my coffee.”

“
Sod your bloody coffee, you said something had happened,” he accused angrily.

Bea shook him off.
“No, I didn’t. You presumed something was the matter. You cut me off before I could finish what I was saying, if you remember.” She turned and walked off, her chocolate bar pushed into her pocket.

He soon caught up with her.
“Do you realise how infuriating you can be sometimes?”

“
Now you listen here.” Bea glared at him.

“
No, you listen. When I phoned you back, you sounded like something was wrong. I thought you were hurt.” He noticed her torn tracksuit. “There’s blood seeping from your knee.”

She glanced down at her leg.
“I slipped when I answered your call. I was slightly out of breath that’s all,” she sniffed. “I’d been for a run.”

He thought for a moment, confusion spreading across his angry face.
“Christ, you sounded like you could hardly breathe,” he argued, confused. “That must have been some run. Anyway why didn’t you phone me back if there was nothing wrong? You knew I was coming to find you.”

She stopped, causing him to stride ahead for a couple of paces, and having to double back to continue his onslaught.
“Bea, you phoned me at some un-Godly hour this morning, if you remember?”

“
Surely Leilani can’t be very impressed that you’ve come here to meet me?”

Luke shook his head.
“I didn’t feel the need to tell her, if you must know. So, now that I’m here, you may as well tell me what was so damn important it couldn’t wait?”

Bea shrugged.
“I did phone you, but only because I wanted to arrange to see you, so when you cut me off so abruptly, the best thing seemed to just let you come here.”

His hands fell by his sides
“You wanted to see me? Why?”

“
To discuss this thing.” Bea was beginning to feel a little awkward. This wasn’t going to plan. He was supposed to have, what? She wasn’t quite sure.

“
Thing?” he mocked. “Are you still drunk from last night?” Bea stared at him in silence, trying to figure out what to say next. “Well go on then. I’m waiting,” he shouted.

“
Last night, Luke, your behaviour was ridiculous.”

He raised his eyebrows.
“Because I bid against Tom?”

“
No, that isn’t what I meant.” She took a sip from her cappuccino, immediately wishing she hadn’t when she scalded her lip.

“
Well?”

“
Coming over to our table, being sarcastic and insinuating things by staring at me, and then again when we were dancing. Then there was that ridiculous business with the auction.”

He looked down at her.
“You’re lecturing me?”

“
I’m just saying!”

He ignored her protests.
“Do you realise how badly you’re behaving?” He stared at her, his eyes searching hers for answers. “I thought there could be something between us, but it seems I was wrong. Fair enough. But I’ve caught you looking at me as if you’re searching my face for an answer to something, and I’ve no idea what it is.”

Bea couldn’t look him in the eye. He was right, only she couldn’t tell him the truth.