Everyone jumped as the doorbell went.
‘I can’t help thinking it’s Tony with a pitchfork,’ said Georgie Baines nervously.
But it was only the man with the T-shirts and once again everyone went wild and put them on, including the baby and Gertrude. They were baggy enough, having been ordered to Caitlin’s specification, to fit Dame Enid and Charles Fairburn, and even the Bishop wore one over his dog collar. Janey wore hers just over pants to show off her long brown legs, and, after a lot of persuading, Taggie did the same.
‘They’re much better than Corinium’s T-shirts,’ said Seb in delight. ‘They’re custard yellow with Caring Corinium written across the front. Tony eschewed the symbol of the Corinium ram as being too libidinous.’
More champagne was drunk and food eaten. Then the photographer arrived.
‘Where the hell’s Rupert?’ said Declan irritably.
‘I think we ought to get on and get this pickie taken without him,’ said Freddie in an undertone. ‘Lord Smiff’s shipped enough to float the
‘He better go first thing tomorrow,’ said Declan. ‘We don’t want him busted the day the applications go in.’
Bas and Janey were still nose to nose on the sofa; the baby had fallen asleep in Bas’s arms.
‘Line up for the photograph everyone,’ shouted Freddie.
Seb dragged Taggie in from the kitchen. She loathed group photographs. She was always taller than half the men.
‘You’re as much a part of Venturer as anyone else,’ said Seb.
Taggie sat on the sofa, Gertrude on her knee, bristling in a child’s T-shirt, with Maud on one side and Janey and the baby on the other. Bas stood behind Janey. Taggie suddenly noticed his suntanned fingers caressing the back of Janey’s neck and hastily looked away.
‘Straighten your T-shirt, so I can see all the Venturers,’ said the photographer. ‘Look nice and happy please. Can you get the little dog to prick up his ears? Lovely! Smile please.’
He was still snapping away two minutes later when Taggie gave a shriek of pain as Gertrude leapt off her bare legs, barking furiously, as Rupert came through the door.
He had that same look of blazing triumph on his face, reflected Janey, that he used to have in the old days when one of his horses won a big class and he used to ride it out of the ring, giving its neck great slaps of joy. He hadn’t looked like that for years.
Rupert paused in the doorway.
‘Ladies and Gentlemen,’ he drawled, ‘may I introduce Venturer’s Head of Drama.’
Taggie gave a gasp of horror; Harold White went white. Seb, Georgie and Charles nearly jumped out of the window in terror, as Rupert turned round and, putting his arm around Cameron’s shoulders very much in a gesture of possession, drew her into the room.
She looked very pale and very shy, but incredibly beautiful, with her face strangely softened by love.
Maud broke the stunned silence. For months, despite Declan’s denials, she had suspected Rupert of having a growing preference for Taggie. It was the one thing she couldn’t have stood. Joyfully, she welcomed such a public transferring of his affections to Cameron. Rushing forward, she hugged them both.
‘Congratulations, darlings. Now I’m convinced Venturer’s going to get the franchise.’
‘Don’t look so worried,’ said Rupert mockingly to the cringing Corinium contingent. ‘Cameron’s on the level. Her name’s going to be put forward on the confidential memo like the rest of you, and she’s going to stay working for Corinium until December.’
Charles decided to make the best of a bad job. ‘Welcome to Venturer, sweetie,’ he said, kissing Cameron.
‘Fucking hell,’ muttered Seb to Georgie.
‘Look at the way she’s looking at Rupert,’ said Georgie. ‘He’s got her exactly where he wants her.’
‘As long as he stays wanting her,’ said Seb, shaking his head.
Janey’s baby woke up suddenly and started bawling its head off.
‘Probably got a hangover,’ said Bas.
Soon the champagne was circulating again. Cameron was sitting on the sofa now, flipping through the application document with one hand, clinging onto Rupert’s hand with the other.
‘Why’s Taggie crying in the kitchen?’ Dame Enid asked Maud.
‘I expect she’d like to be able to read her father’s application like everyone else,’ said Maud airily. ‘She’s dyslexic, you see.’
‘Poor darling,’ said Dame Enid. ‘She’s a bloody good cook. I’m going to have thirds.’
Seb put his arm round Taggie in the kitchen. ‘You OK, babes?’
‘Fine,’ she muttered blowing her nose on a drying-up cloth. ‘I’m just tired, I guess.’
‘Your application’s dazzling,’ said Cameron, following Declan over to the drinks table where he was opening another bottle. ‘Miles, miles better than ours. Any slight doubts I might have had about joining Venturer have been dispelled by reading it. I do hope Rupert hasn’t railroaded you all into accepting me?’
‘I don’t want any bullying,’ said Declan, glaring at her. ‘One’s only as good as one’s work force and don’t you ever forget it.’
I’m going to have to put in a lot of spade work to win him over, thought Cameron, but all that really mattered was that Rupert loved her.
Freddie clapped his hands. ‘Let’s get this pickie finished.’
‘Come on, Cameron,’ said Charles, brandishing a T-shirt.
‘I’m not sure I ought to appear in it,’ stammered Cameron, suddenly realizing what compromising evidence it would be.
‘Put it on,’ snapped Declan.
Charles slid the T-shirt over her head and once again they all lined up, George and Seb taking up their position on either side of her, with Charles standing behind.
‘Straighten your T-shirts, look happy everyone,’ said the photographer.
‘Let’s get one thing straight beside T-shirts, Miss Cook,’ said Georgie out of the corner of his handsome mouth, as he beamed into the camera.
‘If you shop us to Tony, we’ll shop you,’ said Seb as he also beamed into the camera.
‘And don’t forget, there are well over two hundred shopping days to 15th December,’ said Charles.
As Venturer had called a press conference for the following afternoon, Declan stayed the night at Freddie’s house and Taggie drove her mother and Gertrude back to Penscombe just after midnight.
Maud was plastered and went on and on about how nice Janey was, and wasn’t it a turn-up for the books Rupert rolling up with Cameron, and did Taggie think Rupert had offered her marriage or to move into Penscombe or what. Taggie answered in monosyllables and fortunately, as they passed the Reading exit, Maud fell into a drunken sleep.
Taggie then proceeded to give herself a very good talking to. What the hell was she feeling so miserable about? Rupert was as far beyond her as the huge stars daisying the black lawn of sky above, and plainly as impervious to her love. It was the stupid sort of crush teenagers had on pop stars or actors, someone to dream about when you were tucked up in bed, or wandering through the woods.
Rupert had probably been kind to her because he missed his own children. The silver necklace, Gertrude’s Valentine, the little Easter Egg, were all presents you might give a child, she told herself firmly. And saying that no one could resist her (Taggie wished she could memorize recipes and how to spell words as easily as she remembered every conversation she’d had with Rupert) was just the sort of thing he’d say to any girl. Cameron was beautiful, brilliant, sophisticated and tough. Taggie was sure she only disliked her because she’d upset Declan and hurt Patrick so much, but Rupert wouldn’t stand any nonsense, so maybe they were well suited.
Next minute she felt a cold nose nudging her elbow and put out her hand to stroke Gertrude, who slid forward along the hand brake until she could climb onto Taggie’s knee and settle down with a martyred sigh.
Taggie knew she shouldn’t allow Gertrude to lie there. On a motorway it was particularly dangerous. But she needed the comfort. She was not someone who regarded happiness as a right, but the ghastly shock of seeing Cameron and Rupert so obviously in love tonight made her realize how happy, without being conscious of it, she’d been since Valentine’s Day, when Rupert began dropping in at The Priory whenever he was at home. Despite the
