Oh-So-Sensible Secretary

CHAPTER TEN

OF COURSE, it wasn’t that easy. It was all very well to resolve to make my own security and put Phin out of my mind, but how could I do that when he was stuck out in the wild Atlantic? I couldn’t think about buying flats until I knew he was safe.

I followed the Collocom race on the internet. I knew six boats had set off from Rio, but they had run into appalling weather. One boat had lost its mast, a crew member on another had been swept overboard in gigantic waves, and I was in such a panic that I actually interrupted Lex in the middle of a board meeting to ask if he knew what boat Phin was on.

‘It’s not the one you think it is,’ said Lex, sounding almost bored. ‘Phin’s on Zephyr II. They’ve gone to rescue the boat that’s lost its mast.’

So he would still be out there in those waves. Offering a belated apology to the board members, who were staring at my desperate interruption, I went back to find out everything I could about the seaworthiness of Zephyr II. My heart was in my mouth for four more days, until I heard that the weather had eased and the battered boats were all limping towards land.

As if I didn’t have enough to worry about with Phin, my mother announced that she wanted to throw up the precarious existence she had eked out with her shop in Taunton to-and I quote-‘become a pilgrim along the sacred routes of our ancestors’.

How she would support herself while criss-crossing the country on ley lines wasn’t clear. ‘It’s all part of the healing process,’ she told me, brushing aside my questions about national insurance and rent and remaindered stock. ‘This is important work, darling. The galactic core is in crisis. We must channel our light to restore its equilibrium.’

It seemed to me that it wasn’t just the galactic core that was in crisis. Her financial affairs were in no better state, and sadly no amount of channelling was going to sort them out.

‘Can you believe it?’ my mother huffed incredulously when I tried to pin her down about what was happening with the shop. ‘They’ve cut the electricity off!’

That’s my mother for you. No problem at all in believing that she has a direct connection to the galactic core- whatever that is-but entirely baffled at the notion that a utility company might stop providing electricity if they’re not paid on time.

Is it any wonder I couldn’t concentrate on buying a flat?

And, as it turned out, it was just as well.

It became clear that I would have to go down to Somerset and sort things out for Mum. I had encouraged her to rent the shop a couple of years ago. It had seemed like something that would fix her in one place. I should have known that the enthusiasm would pass like all the others.

Things were so busy at work that there was no way I could take time off for the first few weeks, but as soon as I heard that Phin’s boat had made it safely to port at the end of that leg of the race I nerved myself to ask Lex if I could have a couple of days the following week.

‘Are you thinking of a holiday?’

‘I’m afraid not.’ I told him about my mother’s shop. ‘I’ll probably need to talk to the bank and her landlord, otherwise I’d just try and do it all in a weekend,’ I finished.

Lex looked at me thoughtfully. ‘It’s unfortunate for you that you’re so good at sorting things out. Take whatever time you need,’ he said, much to my surprise. I knew he hated it when his PA wasn’t there, and he was only just adjusting to having me instead of Monique. ‘Lotty will just have to steel herself to deal with me on her own.’

He turned back to his computer. ‘I believe all the Collocom boats have made it to Boston,’ he said. ‘I imagine Phin will be on his way home soon.’

Phin. I felt the memory of his smile tingle through me. ‘We’re not…it was just…’ I stammered, unsure how much Phin had told his brother about the agreement we had made.

Lex held up a hand, obviously to forestall any emotional confession. ‘You don’t need to explain,’ he said. ‘I’d rather not know. Have you heard Jonathan Pugh is leaving us? Parker & Parker PR have poached him. It’s a good move for him,’ Lex added grudgingly.

‘I’ll still be in London,’ Jonathan said, when I congratulated him. ‘This doesn’t have to be goodbye.’

He insisted on taking me out for a drink to celebrate his new job, and, once fortified by a glass of champagne, he took my hand and asked me to marry him.

‘We could be so good together, Summer,’ he said.

I looked at him. He was clever, attractive, successful. I had adored him once, and now…now all I could think was that he was a nice man. I remembered how much I’d loved being with him, how I’d loved feeling safe, but his touch had never thrilled me. I had never felt the dark churn of desire when I was with him. I don’t think Jonathan had ever suspected I could feel desire at all until Phin had made him wonder.

I think it was then that I stopped trying to tell myself that I wasn’t in love with Phin. I was, whether I wanted to be or not. I said no to Jonathan as gently as I could, and took the train to Taunton feeling as if I had let go of something I had been holding tight for too long.

I felt a strange mixture of lightness and loss-the relief of leaving something old and unwanted behind combined with the scariness of setting off on a new road all on my own again.

My mother was as vague and as charming as ever. She had got a lift into Taunton from the field where she and several others had pitched tepees in order to live closer to nature, and we had lunch together in an organic wholefoods cafe where tofu and carrots featured largely on the menu. I tried to get her to grasp the realities of giving up the shop, but it was hopeless.

‘The material plane has so little meaning for me now,’ she explained.

I sighed and gave up. I had been the one who had dealt with all the financial arrangements when she started the shop, and it looked as if I would be the one who would have to close it down.

Still, I was unprepared for quite what a muddle her affairs were in, and I had a depressing meeting with the bank manager and an even worse one with the owner of the shop, who was practically foaming at the mouth with frustration as he recalled his attempts to get my mother to pay her rent, let alone maintain the property.

‘I want her out of there!’ he shouted. ‘And all that rubbish she’s got in there, too! You clear it out and count yourself lucky I’m not taking her to court.’

Mum wafted back to her tepee, and I spent that night in a dreary B &B. I sat on the narrow bed and looked at the rain trickling down the window. I felt so lonely I could hardly breathe.

I had been so careful all my life. I had been sensible. I had been good. I had always said no instead of yes, and where had it got me? All alone and feeling sorry for myself, in a single room in a cheap B &B, with nothing to look forward to but another day spent clearing up more of my mother’s mess.

I thought about ringing Anne, but she was out with Mark, and anyway she was so happy planning her wedding that I didn’t want to be a misery. Besides, the only person I really wanted to talk to was Phin.

I missed him. I missed that slow, crooked smile, the warmth in the blue eyes. I missed the energy and humour that he brought with him into a room. I even missed him calling me cream puff, which just goes to show how low I was feeling.

I missed the way he made me feel alive.

Again and again I relived that last kiss. Why had I waited so long to kiss him like that? Why had I hung on so desperately to the thought of a commitment he could never give?

It seemed to me, sitting on that candlewick bedspread-a particularly unpleasant shade of pink, just to make matters worse-that I had been offered a chance at happiness and I had turned it down. I’d been afraid of being hurt, afraid of the pain of having to say goodbye, but I was hurting now, and I didn’t even have the comfort of memories, of knowing that I’d made the most of the time I had with Phin.

If he ever came back to Gibson & Grieve, I resolved, I was going to go into his office, and this time I would lock the door. I would shake my hair loose and slide onto his lap again, and this time I wouldn’t stop at a kiss. I wouldn’t ask for love or for ever. I would live in the moment. I’d do whatever Phin wanted as long as I could touch