A Perfect Night (13 page)

What the
hell
was he doing...thinking? Catching the passing stewardess's eye Seb ordered the drink he had refused earlier. He must be suffering from some kind of altitude sickness. Either that or that damned gypsy had put some kind of spell on him. Disbelievingly he closed his eyes. Now he knew he was
really
losing it. Spells, predictions...these were things that belonged to the su-perstitious, the Middle Ages, to a time when people had still believed that the world was flat. He was a scientist, for heaven's sake.

'IT'S beginning to look like home already.'

Whirling round Katie hugged her mother gratefully.

Jenny had just spent the best part of the afternoon hanging the curtains she and Maddy had made for Katie's sitting room.

"This damask really looks wonderful,' Jenny murmured, adding feelingly, 'Mind you, it was murder to sew... I've been trying to persuade your father that we ought to give the drawing room a face-lift and this fabric would be perfect.'

'Mmm...it even looks as though it could be antique,'

Katie enthused. 'And I love this soft gold colour.'

'Mmm... Maddy has a very good eye. It goes perfectly with your carpet.'

The carpet which had been fitted throughout the apartment was like the curtain fabric, a bargain tracked down by Maddy. Originally ordered by another customer and dyed to her specification, the order had been cancelled when the customer had decided at the last minute that she wanted a different colour.

Her expensive mistake had been Katie's lucky bargain. The soft, pale gold plain wool might not have been to everyone's taste, nor particularly practical, but as both Maddy and Jenny had reassured her she was hardly likely to have much dirt trodden into it living in a top floor apartment.

It had been at Maddy's suggestion that Katie had been persuaded to spend what she had considered to be a very large sum of money on a wallpaper border to go beneath the room's elegant coving. The border, formal swags of gold on a cream background was, Katie had to admit, perfect with the carpet and curtains and she had liked Maddy's suggestion, too, that she might stencil rope tas-sels on either side of the chimney.

However, rather than employ a decorator she had decided to paste them up herself. An old sofa, again unearthed by Maddy from the attics at Queensmead, was currently being re-upholstered and the bits of furniture which her parents had donated were already in place, along with the double bed she had bought

'I've hung the old curtains from the guest bedroom at home in your bedroom for now. They'll do until you find a fabric you like. Come and have a look at them.'

As Katie followed her mother into her bedroom Jenny looked at the bed and remarked dryly,

'Wouldn't a king-sized one have been better? I know your father always complained that our old double was too small and Seb's a good inch or so taller than him.'

Speechlessly Katie stared at her mother, the colour draining from her face.

'Louise told me,' Jenny said gently.

'Louise
told
you,' Katie croaked in shock. 'Louise told you about...'

'...about you and Seb. Yes,' her mother confirmed.

Walking over to Katie she put her arms around her and hugged her tenderly.

'I'm so pleased for you, darling. I didn't want to say anything but...well, I know these last couple of years haven't been very happy ones for you. Of course, your grandfather isn't exactly thrilled, not with Seb being a Cooke, but then I'm sure that Seb will be more than a match for Ben. You've both been summoned to present yourselves to him at his party, needless to say.'

Katie had to sit down. Why?
Why
hadn't she cautioned Louise not to say anything?
Why
hadn't she realised what would happen if she didn't? This was dreadful.

Awful. Worse than the very worst possible nightmare she could ever have conjured up. Worse than Louise discovering that you love Gareth? an inner voice demanded grittily. No, not worse than that. With this, the only person who would be hurt would be her. What on earth was she
going
to do? Thank
goodness
Seb was safely out of the way, out of the country. Somehow she was going to have to find the courage to tell her mother that Louise had got it wrong—and before Seb came back.

Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and then said shakily,

'Mum...'

But it was too late, her mother was already speaking.

'When I told Guy he wasn't sure whether or not he ought to keep the desk for a wedding present, but...'

'Guy knows...' Katie interrupted her hollowly.

Her mother nodded her head.

'Mmm... Apparently Chrissie wasn't all that surprised...'

Silently Katie looked at her mother, totally unable to find the words to express the enormity of the situation she was in.

Guy knew!

Chrissie knew!

Everyone,
it seemed, knew that she had told her twin that she and Seb were in love. Lovers, in fact, to judge from her mother's unexpectedly frank comment about her double bed earlier...

Everyone... Everyone
except
Seb. A feeling of sick panic filled her. What was she going to do? Even if she told her mother the truth now, it was far too late to stop what was going on getting to Seb's ears. Even if she admitted, retracted, everything, he was bound to hear something. Heaven alone knew how many people were already involved.

She could plead with her own family for silence and, yes, even with Guy and Chrissie, but they were in almost daily contact with Guy's family. Guy's family, like Seb's were Cookes.

Katie could almost see news of their supposed relationship spreading and gathering momentum as it did so, so that she could easily envisage some distant Cooke connection working at the airport who might greet Seb with the news of his impending marriage to her on his arrival back in the country.

She was beginning, Katie decided, to feel extremely ill and she could well understand what had prompted Victorian women to go into a decline. If only there had been some convenient convent, preferably one belonging to a silent order, for her to disappear into.

'Heavens, is that the time? I
must
go,' her mother was saying. 'Your father will be wondering where on earth lam.'

Weakly Katie got up and accompanied her mother to the door. Once she had gone, Katie walked into her immaculate, hand-painted, newly finished kitchen. She had never been much of a drinker but right now she was badly in need of something restorative and courage-boosting. The only alcohol she had though was the moving-in gift of half a dozen bottles of good wine from her father.

This was all the fault of that woman. If
she
hadn't made that prediction... Reluctantly Katie forced herself to acknowledge that she was being unfair. The blame lay fairly and squarely on her own shoulders, firstly for having involved Seb and secondly for not correcting Louise. Now her own weaknesses were being held over her head like a veritable sword of Damocles, waiting, not so much to fall but to be brought down on her un-protected neck by the full weight of Seb's fury.

In the meantime she might as well occupy herself un-packing and putting away her possessions.

Several hours later she was just closing the last of the drawers in her bedroom, the scent of the lavender bags she had placed among her things making her smile ruefully.

The lavender was from her mother's garden and just to smell it evoked memories of hers and Louise's childhood.

If there could be a silver lining to the leaden weight of the cloud threatening her then it had to be the closing of the rift which had sprung up between her and Louise.

Seeing Gareth had hurt as it always did, but oddly this time, the hurt had been less intense, more a soft ache rather than a sharp agony, her daydreams of him as her lover somehow dulled and put out of focus by the far stronger acid-sharp bite of the sensual passion she had felt for Seb.

But that had just been sex and she loved Gareth...

Loved...past tense... Katie started to frown.

The conference had been very demanding, they always were, but normally Seb found such concentration challenging and adrenalin-releasing, a recharge. This time, concentrating on the speeches had been hard work and yet, conversely, he somehow hadn't been able to give them his full attention, his thoughts constantly perform-ing clever tricks to take him where he didn't want to go.

Katie Crighton!

By now she would no doubt have moved into her apartment where she would be his closet neighbour, where they would be living as intimately as though...

Abruptly Seb put a clamp on his thoughts. His mood, already affected detrimentally by what he considered to be his own weakness, hadn't been improved by the long flight nor the delay waiting for his luggage at Manchester.

Guy, who had offered to pick him up from the airport, saw him coming out of the Arrivals hall. He went to meet him exclaiming, 'Cheer up. Mind you, I suppose you'd much rather have had Katie picking you up than me.'

Stopping abrupdy—so abruptly that the man behind him almost walked into him—Seb demanded sharply,

'Katie! What?'

'Mmm... The pair of you have created
quite
a stir I can tell you. A Cooke marrying a Crighton... Chrissie's got Crighton blood too, of course, but she isn't a "Crighton Crighton". I'd have loved to have seen old Ben's face when they gave him the news. Jenny says he's demanding that the pair of you put in an appearance at his party.'

Quickly Seb assimilated what Guy was saying and then demanded ominously,

'Are you telling me that the whole town...?'

'..knows that you and Katie are an item? Yes, I'm afraid so,' Guy agreed ruefully. "That's what comes of being a member of such a large extended family. I wouldn't even think of trying to deny it if I were you,'

Guy counselled him with a grin. 'The females of the family are already planning a mass exodus to Chester to hunt for wedding outfits.

'Pity the pair of you had agreed to buy your apartments before you declared your feelings for one another.

It could be hard work for Katie with a baby carriage up and down those stairs, especially if our gypsy relative has got it wrong and her "one" turns out to be "two",'

Guy told him with a wicked grin, adding mock-sagely,

'After all
someone
has to be the first to provide the Crightons with the next generation's pair of twins.'

'Twins.' Seb frowned.

'Yes, twins, you know, two babies who are identical to one another,' Guy told him helpfully, tongue in cheek.

'Twins like your Katie and Louise. According to Jenny it was Louise who wheedled it out of Katie about the two of you.

'Mind you, I can't say too much,' Guy confessed.

'Chrissie and I fell in love virtually at first glance. Have you told Charlotte yet?'

'Er...no...she's away on a field trip at the moment,'

Seb told him. Just what was going on...what the
hell
was Katie playing at? Was this some sort of crazy scheme she had dreamed up to punish him for kissing her, touching her...making it public that they were supposed to be a couple and then equally publicly dropping him? She was a Crighton after all, a member of a family who, historically, considered themselves to be a cut above everyone else, and
he
was a Cooke, a member of a family who equally historically had been considered to be the lowest of the low.

An hour later, when Guy dropped him off outside the house he was renting it was late evening. Unlocking the door Seb picked up the pile of mail off the mat.

He felt tired and irritated and in need of a shower, but more than any of that...

Taking the stairs two at a time he opened his bedroom door and quickly stripped off his clothes.

Florida had been hot and humid and he'd remained pretty much in the air-conditioned hotels, but the colour of his skin had still darkened slightly. He was naturally olive-skinned like Guy, and as he stood under the shower and soaped his body, the muscles in his arms and back stood out beneath his flesh.

While he towelled himself dry he replayed the mes-sages on his answer machine. There was one from the interior designer telling him that the apartment was finished and ready for him to move into, as they had agreed.

Seb frowned as he reached out and switched off the machine. By rights what he ought to do if he had any sense was make himself a light supper and then go straight to bed. He was jet-lagged and in no mood to behave calmly or logically, so why, he asked himself sardonically half an hour later, if he knew that why was he right now in his car heading for the apartment, knowing that Katie had moved into hers?

He had every right to demand an explanation he justified to himself and he fully intended to do so.

Katie had had a very difficult day. One of her clients had been so late for his appointment with her she had had to go without any lunch break or even a cup of coffee in order to catch up, and then in the afternoon when she arrived in court, she had discovered that some of the papers she needed were missing and consequently she had been faced with the embarrassment of asking the judge for a postponement and that had not gone down well.

Add to that the fact that her car exhaust had disinte-grated on the drive home from Chester and Katie felt it was no wonder that all she wanted was some peace and quiet and an early night.

She was soaking in the bath trying to relax the tension out of her shoulders when she heard the faint shrill of her intercom.

Cursing under her breath she climbed out of the bath, grabbing a towel on her way as she padded damply towards the intercom, flicking the switch and saying tiredly,

'Yes. Who is it?'

'Seb Cooke.'

Seb! Seb was
back.
Panic squeezed the breath out of her lungs, rendering her incapable of making any kind of verbal response.

'Katie.' Seb's voice was ominously charged with quiet fury.

'I was just on my way to bed,' she told him, not un-truthfully, even while her conscience warned her that she was being a coward and that by far the most sensible and responsible thing to do was to see him and explain what had happened... Explain...! If only it was
that
easy.