Velvet Promise. Carole Mortimer
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hand in hand, Dani telling her grandfather about kindergarten. Although their departure served to leave an awkward silence behind them.
‘How are you, Willow?’ Simone finally enquired coolly.
‘Well, thank you. You?’ Willow returned as distantly.
‘The same,’ the other woman drawled. ‘Sit down, won’t you?’
Jordan hadn’t spoken a word since she and Dani had come into the room, and she glanced at him quizzically as she sat down. Why had he bothered to come here at all today if he was just going to stand there like some disapproving statue? Why was he here? He didn’t live here any more, and she had presumed he would be going in to his office this afternoon after missing this morning.
‘Would you like to go for a drive?’ He spoke suddenly, his voice harsh.
‘No,’ she answered instantly, colour flaming her cheeks as she realised how rude that had sounded. ‘Thank you,’ she added awkwardly.
‘Perhaps a walk in the garden, then?’ he prompted again.
Willow looked at him with narrowed eyes, having the distinct impression that he wanted her to go out with him so that Simone and David could be alone with Dani. ‘No—thank you.’ This time the latter came out drily.
‘Really, Willow, anyone would think you didn’t trust David and me to look after Dani for a few hours!’ Simone snapped.
Willow calmly returned the other woman’s fiery gaze. ‘It isn’t a question of trust, it’s just that Dani is still shy with you and David. Another time perhaps,’ she dismissed.
‘God, how you enjoy having the power to say whether or not we may see our own grandchild! You——’
‘Simone!’ Jordan cut in warningly.
Simone stood up. ‘I trust neither of you has any objection if I join David and Dani in the kitchen!’
Willow knew that it wasn’t a statement that required an answer. She put her hands demurely on her lap, feeling the electric tension emanating from the man across the room. Obviously he disapproved of the way she had blocked Dani being alone with her grandparents. At least she had her answer as to what he was doing here; he was supposed to take her off somewhere so that Simone and David spent some time alone with Dani. She had no intention of letting that happen.
‘They love her a great deal, you know,’ Jordan rasped in the silence.
She sighed. ‘I do know.’ She gave an inclination of her head.
‘Then why did you——’
‘Jordan, Dani is only four; at least give her the chance to relax with them before trying to drag me off out of the way!’ She looked at him challengingly.
An angry flush darkened his cheeks. ‘OK, so we weren’t very subtle.’ He sighed, moving forward into the room. ‘They only want Dani to like being with them.’
‘Without my influential presence,’ she said, deriding their tactics.
‘You and Simone never did get on, and Dani is bound to pick up on that eventually.’
‘Can I help it if my most pleasant memory of Simone is her assuring me that no one would dare to slight me in her presence!’
‘She was trying to be kind!’
‘She was implying that her snobbish friends had a reason to slight me!’ Willow snapped heatedly. ‘As if I cared for the opinion of any of them!’ She tossed her head back angrily.
‘You made it very obvious from the first that you didn’t,’ Jordan told her quietly.
She gave him a sharp look. ‘You make it sound as if it were my fault they were all sweetness and understanding in Simone’s presence and bitchy cats behind her back!’
‘Maybe it was, partly. You treated us all with contempt, and——’
‘Oh, I’ve had enough of this particular argument!’ She stood up agitatedly. ‘I think I would like a walk in the garden after all.’
Jordan looked at her silently for several tension-filled moments and then gave an abrupt inclination of his head. ‘Very well. If we go out through the kitchen we can tell Dani where you are.’
Willow was very disturbed by this constant bickering with Jordan every time they met. They had never argued in the past, had rarely found occasion to talk then, let alone argue. It was very disconcerting to find an adversary where before there had only been indifference.
‘I’m sorry.’ Jordan spoke curtly once they were outside in the sun-filled garden, Dani inside enjoying herself as the centre of her grandparents’ attention. ‘I’m prying into something that’s none of my business. As you’ve already pointed out so clearly,’ he added with self-derision.
She glanced up at him, once again shocked by the awareness of him that was the last thing she wanted in her life. Now, or ever. Russell had been enough to last her a lifetime.
‘Have you heard any more from Russell about his plans?’ she asked as casually as she felt able to when discussing seeing her ex-husband again for the first time in a year.
‘No,’ drawled Jordan. ‘But then we didn’t expect to; he’ll arrive when and if he feels like it.’
Yes, that sounded like Russell. He had continued to do the same thing in her life even after she had left him; was always full of demands. This last year of silence had been as unsettling as it was calm and tranquil, like waiting for an axe to drop. Even now Russell was keeping her guessing.
‘Do you see much of him in London?’ Jordan asked casually, and yet she sensed a real underlying interest in her answer.
She looked at him curiously as they strolled through the garden that was Simone’s pride and joy, the wild display of flowers dominated by the pink trumpet of the famous Jersey lily, the blooms seeming to grow indiscriminately when actually Simone spent hours out here achieving just that effect.
‘Nothing at all since the divorce,’ she answered slowly. ‘Why the interest?’
He raised dark brows at her defensive attitude. ‘Dani mentioned that I looked like photographs of her father.’ He shrugged. ‘It seemed a strange thing to say if she sees him very often.’
‘Russell is at liberty to see Dani any time he chooses to——’
‘Will you stop taking every remark as an insult or a personal slight!’ Those velvet eyes darkened. ‘I only wondered at the remark.’
She sighed at her fiery response to what was just curiosity, after all. ‘Russell hasn’t asked to see Dani since the divorce, and children forget so easily… She has a photograph of him next to her bed.’ She shrugged.
At first she had worried about Russell’s lack of interest in the child she had given birth to only six months after their wedding, but as the months had passed and Dani had easily adapted to not seeing the father she barely remembered, Willow had felt grateful for that lack of interest, whatever the reason.
‘So he’s finally stopped loving you?’ Jordan watched her closely.
‘I believe so,’ she dismissed lightly, showing none of the relief she had felt when she realised that had to be the reason Russell no longer haunted her making demands, demands she had met each and every time he asked. ‘Why are you asking these questions, Jordan?’ she taunted. ‘Did you think I might cause a scene when Russell arrives, is that it?’
He drew in a ragged breath. ‘You’re both adults; you’ll have to work that out between you.’
They were both adults now, but she had still been a child five years ago, had been flattered by the interest of a man like Russell Stewart then. He had been eleven years older than her, too old for her, and her parents should never have encouraged the relationship the way