Ivy Lane: Winter: (14 page)

‘What’s on the job list today then?’ I asked, pulling back to smile up at him. I snuggled my head against his chest and wriggled my fingers into the back pockets of his jeans while he rested his chin on my head.

‘Tomatoes,’ he said, easing us apart and dropping a kiss on my nose. ‘I thought you’d never come and help me plant my tomatoes. I’ve got about twenty good ones to get in this afternoon. If you do a good job I’ll buy you a pint at The Feathers after.’

‘Payment in cider?’ I laughed, striking a pose and resting my hands on my hips. ‘What sort of girl do you think I am?’

Charlie winked at me. ‘The best sort. Come on, Brown Eyes, here’s a trowel.’

He showed me the trays of seedlings and demonstrated how to lift them without damaging the soft stems and how to transplant them into the waiting grow bags.

‘Is it me, or are there two different types here?’ I asked, looking from one tray to the other.

‘Clever girl,’ said Charlie, placing a soft kiss on the side of my neck which gave me a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach. ‘These are Sungold, they’re sweet little cherry tomatoes, I’m hoping to get Ollie to try them. He reckons he doesn’t like tomatoes, but I might convert him with those.’

The warm feeling grew a bit bigger. Yet another reason to adore him. ‘The world’s greatest dad, you,’ I said, nudging him playfully. ‘What are these other bigger ones?’

Charlie cleared his throat. ‘Um, they’re Outdoor Girl. I saw the packet and thought of you.’

‘Me?’ I gasped. I threw my arms round his neck and kissed his cheek.

He shrugged and turned his face away but I could tell he’d gone a bit pink.

OK, so growing a variety of outdoor tomatoes in someone’s honour might not be everyone’s idea of a romantic gesture, but I knew how Charlie’s mind worked and my heart bounced all over the place. He worshipped his six-year-old son, Ollie. He was quite literally at the centre of Charlie’s world and hearing that he’d been thinking about both of us when he’d made his tomato choices must mean that I was special too, mustn’t it?

But more than that, I loved the fact that he knew me so well. My favourite jobs have been those where I could spend time outside. My idea of absolute hell is being desk-bound like my house mate Anna who is a web designer and barely moves more than five metres in an entire day.

‘Can’t I plant them outside then?’ I said, dragging my eyes back to the seedlings. ‘I quite fancy a bit of fresh air.’

Charlie rolled his eyes and chuckled. ‘I don’t know why you work in a café when you’re so mad keen on the great outdoors. You should be a park ranger or a policewoman or something. But no, sorry, they’re not hardened off yet. Here, stick these in instead.’

‘Peas! Oh, I love these!’ I said as he handed me a tray of sturdy pea plants. A mental picture of me hiding in Auntie Sue’s veggie patch floated into my head, sitting in the sunshine, popping fat peapods with my thumbs and eating the contents like sweets.

Charlie chuckled indulgently and dispatched me towards a wigwam of bamboo canes and we both settled into our tasks. I knelt down in a patch of low sun and began to dig a small hole. I sprinkled a bit of fairy dust into it and then settled a tiny pea plant into its new home. I knew it wasn’t fairy dust. Obviously. It was just far nicer to think of that than its actual contents which might have been very nutritious for plants but absolutely stank.

Policewoman.
I started to laugh.

‘It’s the handcuffs isn’t it?’ I shouted over my shoulder.

‘What is?’

‘That’s why you imagined me as a policewoman. So that you can play with the handcuffs. I know your game, Mister.’

‘Er, excuse me, Miss Moorcroft,’ Charlie laughed indignantly, ‘it wasn’t my idea to stay in bed all last Sunday and look at pictures of you naked. That was entirely your doing.’

The patch of sunlight that had been warming my back suddenly disappeared and I heard a discreet cough. A prickle of embarrassment ran along my spine as I turned round to see Christine, the allotment secretary and coincidentally Gemma’s mum, standing at the end of Charlie’s plot. My eyes made their way from her wellingtons to her quilted jacket and up to her a bobble hat. I scanned her face, holding my breath in case there was a sliver of hope that she hadn’t overheard.

‘Lovely looking beetroot, so it is,’ said Christine in her broad Irish accent, smirking away to herself.

‘Oh, yes,’ I said, unsure whether Charlie grew beetroot or whether it was simply a blunt observation about the state of my face. ‘It was my baby album,’ I spluttered. ‘That’s why I was naked. And not in all of them, obviously...’ I trailed off as Christine’s shoulders began to shake with laughter.

‘Ah, you youngsters. It’s a long time since Roy and I spent the day doing that.’

I gulped and laughed nervously. TMI, as Shirley would say.

‘Hello, Christine,’ said Charlie, joining us both, totally oblivious to my discomfort. ‘Everything OK?’

‘Grand, so it is,’ she nodded. ‘Just came by to remind you about Sunday. The Easter egg hunt. Great fun for the kiddies. Gemma will be here. Come if you can, won’t you? Ollie would love it.’

Charlie and I made the right noises and Christine bustled off in the direction of the pavilion.

‘You’ve got the weekend off, haven’t you?’ I said, a picture forming in my head of him and me under a huge blue sky with no buildings or people for miles.

‘I have,’ he nodded, his expression knotted in concentration as took a piece of string from his pocket and gently tied my newly bedded pea plant to its cane. ‘Four days off. Can’t wait.’

‘Remember that deal we made, when I came cycling with you even though I didn’t want to and in return you promised to come horse riding with me?’

‘Ye-ss,’ Charlie replied, not meeting my eye as he straightened up. I abandoned my planting, hooked my fingers through the belt loops of his jeans and stepped towards him, closing the gap between us until I could feel his warm breath on my cheek.

‘Well we could do that, this weekend. I found some stables just outside Kingsfield that said I could go and ride their horses. What do you think?’

I stared up at him and held my breath. I knew what he thought. He thought horses were all teeth and nostrils, but a deal was a deal and there was nothing – nothing – I’d rather have done over the Easter weekend than canter through fields with the wind in my hair and Charlie by my side.

He pressed his lips to my forehead and shook his head. ‘No can do, I’m afraid. I’m having Ollie over for a few days. In fact, I might bring him here to the Easter egg hunt. What do you reckon?’

My happy bubble burst and I felt my shoulders sag.

But you had him last weekend.

Ahh! I actually nearly said that out loud! Luckily my one diplomatic brain cell jumped in first and stopped me from making a huge mistake. Charlie would always choose Ollie over me. Quite rightly. I wished my own dad had shown even a tenth of the enthusiasm Charlie had for spending time with his son. So I wasn’t complaining – well maybe a bit.

‘He would,’ I nodded. ‘Perhaps we could all... ?’ I swallowed and waited for Charlie to pick up on my thoughts and dive in with a suggestion that the three of us spend Easter Sunday together.

Charlie was a fab dad. I’d have loved a dad like him. Reading between the lines, I don’t think he’d always been such a good father, but he certainly was now. And Ollie was a delight. He had big blue eyes just like his dad, he was cute, well-mannered and had an inquisitive streak that made me laugh and kept Charlie constantly on his toes.

I have met Ollie twice. Both times when Charlie brought him into the café for something to eat.

I wasn’t introduced. Well, strictly speaking, I suppose I was. But ‘Say thank you to the nice lady, Ollie,’ wasn’t what I’d had in mind when I’d envisaged meeting my potential step-son for the first time.

Charlie blinked at me, pulled his woolly hat off and scratched his head, dislodging my hands from his waist as he did so.

‘Why don’t you go horse-riding on your own?’ he asked gently. ‘I’ll come another time, I promise. But I think Ollie and me will just have a quiet one this weekend. It’s too soon...’ his voice petered out and he shrugged awkwardly.

That was a no then.

I struggled to get my feelings under control, but there was no two ways about it. Charlie didn’t want to tell Ollie about me and that stung. Was I an embarrassment or something?

Bright smile, Freya.

‘Honey, you and me have been together four months. Haven’t I earned my girlfriend badge yet?’

‘Oh come here.’ He wrapped me in his arms and I burrowed my face into his jumper. ‘I know it’s tough. Believe me, I’d love to spend time with the three of us all together. But I want to be the best dad I can be. I’ve only been in Ollie’s life properly myself for a few months and it’s still early days for you and me. I don’t want to confuse him by bringing a girlfriend into the equation.’

Four months was longer than some of my relationships, but I didn’t think that admitting that would be particularly helpful to my cause.

I bit my lip. ‘Yeah, but Tilly and Aidan have only been together a couple of weeks longer than us and they’re already halfway across the world together.’

And they’re a perfect match.

Charlie puffed his cheeks out and a frown wrinkled his brow. ‘That’s different.’

I flushed, wishing I hadn’t said that.

Tilly’s first husband died in a car crash a couple of years ago. I could totally see why she was ready to get serious with Aidan so quickly; she had settled down once and she wanted to do it again. On the other hand, Charlie had had his fingers badly burned by his wife and I could understand why he was treading cautiously; apart from having a crush on Tilly last year, I was the first woman that Charlie had let into his life since splitting up with his ex. I just wondered how long I’d have to wait until he let me into Ollie’s life too.

I let out a long sigh. Charlie tilted my chin up to meet his gaze and I managed a weak smile.

‘Hey cheer up! We have fun, don’t we?’ he said, breaking into a cheeky grin.

A wave of disappointment washed away my smile. ‘Is that what I am to you, Charlie? A bit of fun?’

My heart was pounding all of a sudden. How had the conversation got so heavy? Only two minutes ago we were talking handcuffs and nude photos.

We stared at each other as a weird sort of tension crackled between us. His expression faltered and I scanned his face, willing him to say that I was more than that. I could see him battling to find the right words but before a suitable reply occurred to him my mobile phone rang.

I loved the lyrics to Pharrell Williams’ song ‘Happy’. Hence choosing it as my ring tone. Normally, I indulge in a full thirty seconds of clapping along as per Pharrell’s instructions before accepting the call.

I fumbled in my jacket pocket and stabbed at the green button sharpish.

‘Hello?’

‘Freya, is that you?’ The voice was higher than usual and a bit tremulous, but I recognised my Auntie Sue instantly. My heart, already beating at top speed after the uncomfortable conversation with Charlie, thudded louder.

‘Yes it is. Is everything alright?’

‘No lass. It’s your Uncle Arthur, he’s had an accident.’

‘Oh no,’ I gasped, turning to Charlie. He frowned with concern and reached a hand out to my arm. ‘Is he OK?’

‘He’s out of hospital but he’s a bit worse for wear and he’s mithering something chronic. I hate to bother you and I know it’s short notice, but do you think you could come up and help out for a few days?’

Charlie was still looking at me anxiously but I didn’t make eye contact. I had a few days off and as Ollie was around it looked like I wouldn’t be ‘having fun’ with Charlie. I glanced at my watch. Five o’clock. The train journey would take a couple of hours at least, plus I’d need to pack a bag...

‘I’ll be on the next train,’ I promised, crossing my fingers that there would be a train at some point tonight.

I ended the call, telling her that I’d let her know what time the train would be in as soon as I was on board.

Finally, I looked Charlie in the eye. ‘I’ve got to go home.’

‘To Paris?’

My parents lived in Paris. Before that they’d lived in Brussels. Before that Johannesburg, Singapore, Sydney, Kuala Lumpar and Washington DC... From memory they’d moved house seventeen times. But I’d only ever called one place my home.

I shook my head. ‘Appleby Farm.’

Settle down and get cosy with a cup of tea and Freya’s adventures – available for pre-order now!

A Blessing In Disguise – Part One

A Family Affair – Part Two

Where The Heart Is – Part Three

Love Is In The Air – Part Four

Appleby Farm is published in February, March, April and May 2015.

• Stir-fried Cabbage with Bacon
  
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All I am saying is give cabbage a chance. Seriously if you think you don’t like cabbage, give this recipe a go and prepare to change your mind. I served this as part of a Sunday lunch for my family and fully expected them to give me their special ‘you have gotta be kidding’ looks, but they loved it.

You will need . . .

Fry the bacon and finely sliced garlic in a large frying pan until the bacon is cooked but not crispy and the garlic is soft.

Steam the shredded cabbage over a large pan of boiling water for two minutes. (If you don’t have a steamer, simply boil it in a large pan for one and a half minutes instead.

Remove the cabbage from the heat and allow any residual water to drain away.

Add the cabbage to the frying pan, mix well and stir fry for two to three minutes until it picks up a golden colour and the flavours are nicely blended. Serve immediately.