Dancing in the Dark (12 page)

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Wendy rolled her eyes. “You just like to remind people you’re a fancy cook.”

“Not me!” Gina laughed and turned to the hostess. “The name’s Monroe. I reserved a table for two.”

“Good evening, Ms. Monroe. Your table will be ready in just a few minutes. Would you like to wait at the bar?”

The bar was crowded, too, but they were lucky and snagged two high-backed stools. Gina ordered a glass of white wine. Wendy ordered merlot.

“Pretty place.” Wendy ran a finger lightly along the top of the bar. “Zinc. Reminds me of Paris.”

“The food will, too. Well, maybe not quite Paris, but it’s good. I convinced your father to come here once, right after it opened.” Gina smiled as the bartender put their glasses of wine in front of them. “Thanks. Where was I? Oh. That time I came here with your father. ‘This is it?’ he asked me when he opened the menu. ‘Soups, salads and homemade bread?’ I pointed out that some of the soups were more like stews, but he wasn’t fooled, not for a minute.”

Wendy grinned. “Not Daddy’s idea of a meal, huh?”

“He was a good sport about it, but as soon as we got home, he went into the kitchen and put together one of those sandwiches of his. Two slabs of rye bread, mustard, mayo—”

“—and whatever isn’t nailed down.” Wendy sipped her wine. “He still eats those things?”

“He does,” Gina said, continuing with their light, breezy chat, even as part of her looked on in delighted surprise. Maybe this girls’ night out hadn’t been such a bad idea. Wendy was smiling; she was animated. Driving here, Gina figured they’d sit through their meal in silence, but it looked as if the evening might turn into a success.

Idly, she twirled the stem of her wineglass in her fingers.

“Have I told you how lovely it is, having you home?”

“Only a couple of thousand times,” Wendy said with a little smile.

“It’s such a joy, waking up in the morning and knowing you’re right down the hall, that I don’t have to wonder how you are or where you are, that I don’t have to look at the clock and think about what time it is in Paris before I call you.”

“Mom.” Wendy took her mother’s hand. “It was the same for me.”

“Was it? Paris is such a glamorous city....”

“But it wasn’t home. Honestly, I’m glad to be back.”

It was true, Wendy thought in surprise. She was happy to be back. And happy to be here tonight. All week, her mother had begged her to tell her what was wrong, but how could she when she didn’t know herself? She’d felt...what? A heaviness within her breast. A sort of melancholy that just wouldn’t go away.

She’d told herself it was because she was edgy and impatient about meeting Dr. Pommier, but down deep she’d known it wasn’t entirely that.

Her mother kept saying she needed to get out, do things. Well, maybe she was right. There was something pleasant about being out tonight, surrounded by the sound of laughter and the smell of good food. Maybe she’d been silly to worry so much about what people would say when they saw her. Or to worry about how she’d feel, seeing Seth.

Nothing. That was what she felt. He just made her angry, that was all. He was so stubborn. So mule-headed. So damned arrogant and self-righteous—

“Ladies? Your table is ready.”

“Wonderful,” Gina said. “Sweetie? You ready?”

“Absolutely,” Wendy said brightly. Her mother picked up her glass, slid from the stool and followed the hostess. Wendy fell in behind her.

The hostess led them through the long, crowded room to a table near the fireplace. Their server would be along in just a minute, she said, and placed their menus before them. Gina shrugged off her coat and let it drape over the back of her chair. She looked at Wendy, who did the same thing.

“I love sitting back here. You get a view of the entire room this way. Isn’t it lovely?”

“Very.” Wendy opened her menu. “What’s good?”

“Everything.” Gina smiled, supposedly at the menu, but really at the pleasure of seeing her daughter without a frown puckering her forehead. “Try the black bean soup, if you want something that’ll really warm you up. Or the cheddar cheese bisque.”

“Mmm. That’s for me. The cheese bisque.” Wendy closed the menu and cleared her throat. “Mom? Thanks for bringing me here.”

“Don’t be silly. It’s my pleasure.”

“You know what I mean. I’ve been such a mope, and you know what? You were right. It’s good getting out.”

“To the big city,” Gina said, and laughed.

The waiter took their order. The women drank their wine, munched on salty breadsticks and had the kind of free-roving conversation they hadn’t had since Wendy had come home.

Since the accident, Gina thought, and felt the unwanted blur of tears. She blinked them back but it was too late. Wendy had noticed.

“Mom? What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” Gina said.

They looked at each other. Then they began to laugh.

“Talk about role reversal...” Wendy sat back as the waiter served their salads. “You were crying,” she said softly.

“No. Well, maybe just a little.” Gina picked up her fork and stabbed an endive leaf. “I was thinking how nice it is, having dinner with my favorite daughter.”

“Your only daughter,” Wendy answered, and they laughed again at the old joke. They ate in silence for a few minutes. “Mom?”

Gina looked up. “What, dear?”

“There was another English teacher in the school where I taught in Paris.” She put down her fork and folded her hands in her lap. “Actually, I don’t think I’ve told you much about my work there. The method I used, I mean. Have I?”

Not a word,
Gina thought. “No,” she said, “you haven’t.”

Wendy nodded. “Well, what I’d do was give my students a few weeks of the basics. Vocabulary mostly, with a little bit of grammar tossed in.”

When the waiter appeared with their soup, Wendy sat back a moment until he’d served them.

“After that,” she continued, once he had gone, “we’d just talk. It worked really well, and one day the other teacher asked me if I could show her my plan book. I said I didn’t have one, that I used the ‘deal with it as it comes’ method. And she said, ‘Ah, of course. Deal with it the way one deals with life.’” Wendy swallowed dryly. “I want you to know I’m trying to do that. Deal with it as it comes—and I know you’re opposed to what comes next.”

“I just want you to be sure that having the operation is the right thing, Wendy. Can you understand that?”

“Yes. Absolutely. But the thing is, Mom, this is
my
life. I need to deal with it in my own way. I need to be me again.”

“Oh, baby, you
are
you! Just because you got hurt—”

“I didn’t just get hurt,” Wendy said fiercely. “I let everybody down. My team. My town. My coach. You and Daddy.”

“Never, Wendy! And surely, never me.”

“Yes, you. But most of all, the person I let down was...”

Seth.

At first she thought she’d actually said his name, but her mother was still looking at her, waiting for the rest. Wendy clamped her lips together, horrified at how close she’d come to a truth nobody could ever know.

“Wendy.”

Her mother reached across the table for her hand. If she touched her...God, if she touched her, it was all going to come tumbling out—that she hadn’t just disappointed them all, she’d destroyed the one dream that really mattered. Not the one her father thought she cherished, but the true dream, the secret dream...

“I’m all right,” Wendy said. She put her spoon on her plate, her napkin on the table, then pushed back her chair. Gina started to rise, too. Wendy shook her head. “No. No, thank you, Mom, but—but you don’t have to come with me. I just...I have to go to the ladies’ room. You stay here. I’ll be—”

Seconds ago, she’d thought of Seth. Now, as she stood up, she saw him. She could almost feel the blood drain from her face.

“Wendy?”

And it was silly, wasn’t it? Hadn’t she just told Gina her motto? Deal With It As It Comes, because there wasn’t a way in the world you could prepare for life ahead of time.

“Baby, please, what is it?”

You could never plan on anything...but maybe, just maybe, in an area as small as this tiny piece of New England, she should have been smart enough to have at least anticipated coming face-to-face with Seth seated two tables away, holding hands with the woman who’d replaced her.

It wouldn’t have helped.

Nothing could have prepared her for how she’d feel to see him with another woman, or for the sharpness of the pain that knifed through her heart.

CHAPTER SEVEN

T
HE
LADIES
’
ROOM
was empty, except for a whimsical toy panda dressed in a purple ski suit that sat on the marble vanity, smiling at Wendy as she ran cold water into the sink and splashed handfuls of it on her face.

After a few seconds, she shut off the water, lifted her head and looked at herself in the mirror. A woman with suspiciously bright eyes and blotchy skin stared back at her.

The stuffed panda was still smiling.

“What are
you
looking at?” Wendy grumbled, and doused her face with more cool water.

It was ridiculous to be so upset at seeing Seth with another woman. He had a new life. So did she—or she would have, once she had the operation. One of the risks in coming back to Cooper’s Corner had been the probability of seeing Seth, and it had already happened twice.

She’d survived both encounters.

So what if this was a little different? He was on a date. Well, that was his prerogative. It was perfectly normal for him to be here with a woman, deep in conversation, so deep that he hadn’t noticed her sitting just a couple of tables away.

“I’m fine with that,” Wendy said to the panda.

She tore a paper towel from the dispenser, soaked it in cold water and pressed it to her face. Her cheeks felt as if they were on fire. She couldn’t go back out there like this, skin hot, eyes glittering as if there were tears in them.

The past was the past. If she had a dollar for every time she’d said that the last few days...

“I’d be a millionaire,” she told the panda, just as the door opened. A teenage girl shot her the kind of look any sane person would give someone conversing with a panda wearing a purple ski suit. Wendy thought about explaining, decided against it, took a steadying breath and left. Outside in the narrow hall, she paused, curved her lips into a smile and stepped into the dining room.

The first thing she saw was her mother’s white, pinched face.

The second was Seth, leaning across the table and holding the woman’s hands, focusing so intently on her that he was oblivious to everything else.

“There you are,” Gina said, when Wendy reached their table and sat down. She scooted forward and leaned in close. “Oh, baby, I saw.”

“Saw what?” Wendy asked calmly, picking up her spoon. The soup, so delicious moments ago, tasted like wormwood. “Mmm. This is wonderful.”

“Wendy, did you hear me? I know what upset you. I saw Seth.”

“Do I look upset? Eat your soup, Mom.”

“If you weren’t upset, why did you run off like that?”

Wendy looked at Gina. “I admit I was...surprised. I’m fine now.” She spooned up some soup. “The soup’s getting cold.”

“Wendy, this is silly. We wanted to have a fun evening. Let’s just get our check and go someplace else.”

“No!” Wendy leaned forward, voice pitched low. If she left now, she’d be running away, and why on earth should she run? She’d found her resolve in a one-sided dialogue with a toy panda and she was going to keep it. “You were the one who kept telling me I needed to get out and do stuff, Mom. Well, here I am, out with you, having dinner, and I’m not going to split just because an old boyfriend is here with his date.”

Gina looked unconvinced. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, absolutely.” Wendy smiled, shoveled another spoonful of soup into her mouth and choked it down. “Come on. Talk to me. Tell me about school. Do you still have the same horrid principal, or did the board finally get rid of her?”

“We have someone new,” Gina said, with obvious reluctance.

Wendy nodded, asked another question. Her mother answered. The topic was an old one; Wendy knew Gina had been one of the teachers who’d lobbied for a change. If she got her mother talking about it, maybe she’d carry the conversation.

It took a few minutes, but it worked. Gina was passionate on the subject of giving good teachers administrative support, not dictums, and she got caught up in the topic. Unfortunately, Wendy didn’t. She tried hard, but her attention kept wandering to Seth and the scene playing out at his table. It was like cruising past an accident on the highway. You didn’t want to look but you just couldn’t help it.

She couldn’t see much of the woman, only her slender back, straight shoulders and long, straight, silky blond hair, the kind that she probably never had to gel or blow-dry into submission. She was undoubtedly pretty, too. Pretty girls had always hung around Seth when they were going together. He was oblivious to his appeal, as if he’d never looked in the mirror and noticed that he was good-looking. He’d been as polite and friendly to the ski bunnies who asked for his help getting up on their feet as he was to the experienced skiers whose bindings seemed to be too loose whenever he was in sight.

Wendy had teased him unmercifully.

“Hi, Seth,” she’d say in a simpering whisper. “Could big ol’ you help little ol’ me? Pretty please? I want to do a snowplow. Oh, no, don’t show it to me. Put your arms around me and demonstrate.” Then she’d bat her lashes. “I’ll learn a lot faster that way.”

Seth would tease her right back. “At least all of that goes on in front of you,” he’d say. “What about all those guys who look at you as if you were a mug of hot soup on a cold day when you’re off skiing in Vail and I’m here in New England?”

“I don’t have time to flirt,” she’d say with mock indignation. “I spend those days working.”

“Yeah?” he’d say. “What kind of work?”

Which would be her cue to give him a come-hither smile and slip her arms around his neck.

“Not this kind,” she’d purr, and then she’d kiss him, and the teasing would give way to passion.

The truth was, they’d both had eyes only for each other, right from the beginning. The differences between them—she longed for Olympic gold and he for a quiet life with her—hadn’t mattered. They’d loved each other enough to get past those things.

“...visit my classroom,” Gina said, “and you’ll see...”

What Wendy saw was that they’d been too young to realize that it wouldn’t have worked. They were too different. Hadn’t what happened to her proved that? Her dream had destroyed his. One bad fall and their future together had ended.

Years before, she’d taken the first step toward setting them both free. She’d sent Seth away, and look how well it had worked. He’d moved on, gone from holding down a casual job on a ski slope and tucking in occasional business courses to becoming a skilled craftsman. In a part of her heart, she’d always known she’d have held him back. Her career would have had to come first, had they married.

Now he’d found someone to love. A woman who held his attention as she’d once held it.

“Mom?” Wendy interrupted Gina in midsentence. “What’s her name?”

Her mother glanced at the other table, looked quickly away and pushed aside her soup bowl.

“Who?” she said, with an innocent lift of her eyebrows.

“Mother...”

Gina sighed. “Joanne. Joanne Cabot. And don’t ask me for details because I don’t know anything more.”

“What does she do? Does she live in Cooper’s Corner? How long has Seth been seeing her?”

“She’s a legal secretary. She lives in New Ashford and he’s been seeing her for two or three months.”

Wendy almost smiled. “You don’t know anything more, huh?”

“No. Not a thing.”

“Yeah, well, I’m glad he’s happy.”

“Are you?”

“Yes. Why wouldn’t I be? I—I cared for him once, remember?”

But
she
wasn’t happy. The ugly truth was that it hurt to see the warmth in his amber eyes as he looked at another woman the same way he’d looked at her that last night they’d been together, when he’d asked her to give up Lillehammer and marry him.

Seth,
she thought,
oh, Seth.

He glanced up as if he’d heard her, and his eyes widened with shock. The woman with him—Joanne—must have noticed because she turned around, looked over her shoulder and saw Wendy.

Her face drained of color. She pulled her hands free of Seth’s. He said something. She answered. He spoke again and she stiffened.

Wendy pushed back her chair.

“Wendy,” Gina said with quiet urgency, “what are you doing?”

“I’m going over to say hello to Seth and his girlfriend,” Wendy replied calmly.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“It’s the right thing to do, Mother. They just saw me. They’re not happy about it, and that’s silly. There’s no reason for all of us to be uncomfortable. We’re adults.”

It was a lie. An adult wouldn’t hear her pulse hammering in her ears as she rose to her feet and walked past the fireplace. An adult wouldn’t feel her lips tremble as she smiled.

But Seth wasn’t smiling. He was glowering, and he stood up just as she got to his table.

“Hi,” she said brightly. “I just noticed you sitting over here and I thought I’d—”

“Wendy.” His voice was low. “Your timing’s bad.”

Wendy’s hard-won smile faded at the edges. “So much for being adult,” she started to say, but Joanne made a strangled sound, shot to her feet and hurried toward the door. Seth snarled an oath, dumped a handful of bills on the table and went after her.

Wendy could almost hear the silence; she could feel people trying not to stare. She wanted to crawl away, to become invisible. Instead, she walked back toward her mother. Gina was already standing in the aisle with Wendy’s coat in her arms.

“Go on,” Gina said quietly. “I’ll meet you outside.”

Wendy nodded, kept her eyes straight ahead and made her way to the door.

“How was everything?” the hostess asked as she brushed past her.

“Fine,” she answered. What else could she say? Surely not that she should never have come home, not even for the hope of five minutes alone with Rodney Pommier.

She stepped out the door into a night that was black as ink and cold as only these hills could be in midwinter. The darkness and the cold were welcome. One wrapped her in blessed anonymity; the other was a balm to her hot-cheeked humiliation. She yearned for her own car so she could escape, but she had to wait for her mother.

Wendy turned up her collar, put on her gloves and headed around the side of the building, away from people and the bright fairy lights that adorned the door and windows of the restaurant.

She’d spent half the flight from France to the U.S.A. suffering over how tough it was going to be to face people who’d known her when she was whole, how awful it would be to have them look at her, and know they were pitying her.

The bittersweet truth was that nothing was as old as yesterday’s fame. Nobody had stared at her...

Until now.

She bit back a moan.

Every eye had been on her. The entire restaurant had watched her embarrassment, watched her endless walk to the door in defeat.

“Wendy.”

Her hand flew to her throat. She whirled around and saw Seth stepping out of the shadows.

Despair, rage, humiliation...a dozen emotions swept through her. Seth was the cause of them all.

“Get away from me!”

“Wendy, please. I know you’re upset—”

“Upset? Why would I be upset? Just because you made me look like a fool?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t give a damn if you’re sorry or not.”

Seth’s hands clamped onto her shoulders. He stepped around her and planted himself in her path.

“Grow up,” he said roughly. “You’re the one who came to my table. You’re the one who caused a difficult situation to get worse.”

“What I did was grown-up. You behaved like a—a spoiled child.”

Seth’s hands tightened on her. “I knew you were there.”

“That’s why I went to your table. I just wanted—”

“From the minute you walked into the restaurant and all through dinner, I sensed you. Damn it, don’t look at me that way. Is it so crazy to think I wouldn’t know you were near me?” His mouth thinned. “But I concentrated on Jo. It was the right thing to do.”

“How nice for you both,” Wendy said with a polite smile. “Now, please, get out of my way.”

“I didn’t dare look at you. I knew I’d never stop looking, once our eyes met.”

“You know what, Seth? There are names for a man who takes one woman to dinner and—and comes on to another.” Wendy peered past him. “Where’s your girlfriend? What excuse did you give for leaving her in your truck while you came after me?”

“Jo left. She came in her own car.”

“Well, be sure and tell her I didn’t mean to upset her and that she doesn’t have to run when she sees me. The field’s clear. It has been for a long time.”

“Damn it, Wendy!” Seth’s eyes were dark with anger. “Will you listen to me?” He took a deep breath. “The reason I was less than gracious when you showed up was because of Jo.”

“Really?” Wendy said sweetly.

“She’s a wonderful woman.”

“Terrific.”

“She’s kind and generous and—”

“And she loves animals. You know what, Seth? I’m not very interested in a rundown on her character.”

“She cares for me. A lot. And...” He took a breath. “And I just broke up with her.”

“That’s too damned...” Wendy’s eyes widened. “You what?”

Seth let go of her and ran his hands through his hair, something she recalled him doing whenever he was upset.

“That’s what you walked in on,” he said grimly, “me taking half the meal to work up enough courage to tell her so long, stay well, it’s been nice but it’s over. I’d gotten just past that point when you came along.”

Wendy sagged back against the brick wall. A spurt of elation swept through her, followed quickly by the knowledge that it was wrong to feel anything but compassion for a woman she didn’t know and a man who’d once been her lover.

“I’m sorry. I had no idea...”

“She wanted...she wanted more commitment than I could give. She deserves better than that. It had become an issue and we’d been drifting apart.” It was close enough to the truth. Seth wasn’t sure what had gone wrong; he only knew that saying any more would be saying too much. “And then I got to the worst part, where I told Jo that I thought it would be best if we stopped seeing each other. I looked up and there you were, big as life, standing next to the table.”