Can You Keep A Secret?

Pete supported her financially — but he wasn't interested in the child. He didn't even tell

anybody he'd become a father.'

'Even you?' I stare at him. 'You didn't know he had a child?'

'Not until after he died.' His face closes up slightly. 'I loved Pete. But that, I find very hard to

forgive. So a few months after he died, Marie turns up with this baby.' Jack exhales sharply.

'Well. You can imagine how we all felt. Shocked is an understatement. But Marie was

positive she didn't want anyone to know. She wanted to bring Alice up just like a normal kid,

not as Pete Laidler's love child. Not as the heiress to some huge fortune.'

My mind is boggling. A four-year-old getting Pete Laidler's share of the Panther Corporation.

Bloody hell.

'So she gets everything?' I say hesitantly.

'Not everything, no. But a lot. Pete's family have been more than generous. And that's why

Marie's keeping her away from the public eye.' He spreads his hands. 'I know we can't shield

her for ever. It'll come out sooner or later. But when they find out about her, the press will go

nuts. She'll shoot to the top of the rich lists… the other kids will give her a hard time… she

won't be normal any more. Some kids could cope. But Alice… she's not one of them. She has

asthma, she's kind of frail.'

As he's speaking, my mind is filled with memories of the papers after Pete Laidler died. Every

single one had a picture of him on the front page.

'I'm overprotective of this child.' Jack gives a rueful smile. 'I know it. Even Marie tells me I

am. But… she's precious to me.' He stares ahead for a moment. 'She's all we've got left of

Pete.'

I gaze at him, suddenly feeling moved.

'So, is that what the phone calls were about?' I say tentatively. 'Is that why you had to leave

the other night?'

Jack sighs. 'They were both in a road accident a few days ago. It wasn't serious. But… we're

extra-sensitive, after Pete. We just wanted to make sure they got the right treatment.'

'Right,' I give a little wince. 'I can understand that.'

There's silence for a while. My brain is trying to slot all the pieces together. Trying to work it

all out.

'But I don't understand,' I say. 'Why did you make me keep it a secret that you'd been in

Scotland? Nobody would know, surely.'

Jack rolls his eyes ruefully.

'That was my own dumb stupid fault. I'd told some people I was going across to Paris that day,

just as an extra precaution. I took an anonymous flight. I thought no-one would ever know.

Then I walk into the office… and there you are.'

'Your heart sank.'

'Not exactly.' He meets my eyes. 'It didn't quite know which way to go.'

I feel a sudden colour coming to my cheeks and awkwardly clear my throat.

'So… er…' I say, looking away. 'So that's why…'

'All I wanted was to avoid you piping up, 'Hey, he wasn't in Paris, he was in Scotland!' and

start some huge intrigue going.' Jack shakes his head. 'You'd be amazed at the ludicrous

theories people will put together when they don't have anything better to do. You know, I've

heard it all. I'm planning to sell the company… I'm gay… I'm in the Mafia…'

'Er… really?' I say, and smooth down a strand of hair. 'Gosh. How stupid of people!'

A couple of girls wander nearby, and we both fall silent for a while.

'Emma, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you this before,' Jack says in a low voice. 'I know you were

hurt. I know it felt like I was shutting you out. But… it's just not something you share

lightly.'

'No!' I say immediately. 'Of course you couldn't have done. I was stupid.'

I scuff my toe awkwardly on the gravel, feeling a bit shamefaced. I should have known it

would be something important. When he said it was complicated and sensitive, he was just

telling the truth.

'Only a handful of people know about this.' Jack meets my eyes gravely. 'A handful of special,

trusted people.'

There's something in his gaze which makes my throat feel a bit tight. I stare back at him,

feeling blood rising in my cheeks.

'Are you going in?' comes a bright voice. We jump, and look up to see a woman in black jeans

approaching. 'The performance is about to start!' she says with a beam.

I feel like she's slapped me awake from a dream.

'I… I have to go and watch Lissy dancing,' I say dazedly.

'Right. Well, I'll leave you then. That was really all I had to say.' Slowly Jack gets to his feet,

then turns back. 'There's one more thing.' He looks at me for a few silent moments. 'Emma, I

realize these last few days can't have been easy for you. You have been the model of

discretion throughout, whereas I… have not. And I just wanted to apologize. Again.'

'That's… that's OK,' I manage.

Jack turns again, and I watch him walking slowly away over the gravel, feeling completely

torn.

He came all the way here to tell me his secret. His big, precious secret.

He didn't have to do that.

Oh God. Oh God…

'Wait!' I hear myself calling out, and Jack immediately turns. 'Would you… would you like

to come too?' And I feel a ripple of pleasure as his face creases into a smile.

As we crunch over the gravel together, I pluck up the courage to speak.

'Jack, I've got something to say too. About… about what you were just saying. I know I said

you ruined my life the other day.'

'I remember,' says Jack wryly.

'Well, I may possibly have been wrong about that.' I clear my throat awkwardly. 'In fact… I

was wrong.' I look at him frankly. 'Jack, you didn't ruin my life.'

'I didn't?' says Jack. 'Do I get another shot?'

In spite of myself, a giggle rises inside me.

'No!'

'No? Is that your final answer?'

As he looks at me there's a bigger question in his eyes, and I feel a little shaft, half hope, half

apprehension. For a long while neither of us says anything. I'm breathing rather fast.

Suddenly Jack's gaze falls with interest on my hand. 'I am over Jack,' he reads aloud.

Fuck.

My entire face flames with colour.

I am never writing anything on my hand again. Ever.

'That's just…' I clear my throat again. 'That was just a doodle… it didn't mean…'

A shrill ring from my mobile interrupts me. Thank God. Whoever this is, I love them. I hastily

pull it out and press green.

'Emma, you're going to love me for ever!' come Jemima's piercing tones.

'What?' I stare at the phone.

'I've sorted everything out for you!' she says triumphantly. 'I know, I'm a total star, you don't

know what you'd do without me-'