The Perfect Sinner. PENNY JORDAN
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completely, of course, and taken the first flight he could to the Caribbean, but he knew that not even Maddy would wear that one.
‘Yes. Yes, of course,’ his grandfather agreed.
‘And … I think we should keep this thing just between the two of us for now,’ Max told his grandfather smoothly. ‘As you’ve said, Dad doesn’t seem to be too keen on having David home and …’
‘Yes. Yes, you’re right,’ his grandfather conceded.
Max smiled confidently at him. The old boy was amazingly easy to manipulate once you knew which buttons to press. The one marked ‘David’ was always a dead cert. Contemptuously, Max wondered why his own father didn’t press it a little bit more often. There was no way that he, Max, would allow the old man to patronize him and put him down, comparing him unfavourably to others the way Ben did with Jon. No way at all, and it irritated Max that Jon should do so. After all, his father could be stiff-necked and stubborn enough when it suited him, and Max already knew that the news that he was going to Jamaica to look for David would not be received well in his parents’ household—for a variety of reasons.
The last thing his father would want was for David to be found and encouraged to come home. Not because, as Ben seemed so deludedly to believe, Jon was jealous of his twin. Max knew that Jon wouldn’t welcome the complications and hassles that would arise with having David and all the potential problems surrounding his fraudulent behaviour back on his doorstep.
In his father’s shoes, Max knew that he would have lost no time at all in informing Ben of just what his precious son had done. But Jon, to Max’s disgust, had gone to inordinate lengths to protect his father from discovering the truth about his favourite.
David wouldn’t come back to Haslewich, of course, and Max knew full well that it was extremely unlikely that he would even be able to find him—not that he intended to try very hard! A leisurely month or so relaxing in the sun was more the kind of thing he had in mind. He would pay some local agency to make a few general inquiries, of course, just to keep Gramps happy.
He would wait until after Christmas to break the news to Maddy that he was going to Jamaica. That way, there was no risk of him coming under family pressure or disapproval and no risk either of his father or anyone else bending Ben’s ear to try to make him change his mind.
‘Oh, Maddy, he looks so sweet.’
Maddy turned to give Jenny a rueful, watery smile before they both turned back towards the stage where Leo was giving his first public performance in the play school nativity play as one of the ‘shepherds.’
The sturdy house-tame lamb, born late in the year and abandoned by her mother to be hand-reared in the kitchen of a local farm, decided that it was time she had some attention and playfully butted Leo.
Manfully he grabbed hold of her collar, commanding, with the same intonation he had heard his aunt Olivia using to the pretty golden retriever puppy that was the latest addition to her household, ‘Sit …’
Even Ben, seated at the other side of Jenny, had given an appreciative bark of laughter, and as Jenny told Maddy mirthfully later when the audience had stopped laughing, Leo had most definitely stolen the show.
Max, on Maddy’s other side, gave his son a dispassionate, contemptuous look. The child irritated him. Surely he realized that sheep did not ‘sit.’
Leo was beginning to annoy Max. The boy had actually dared to stand in the doorway to Max and Maddy’s bedroom the last time Max had come home, glaring belligerently at him and refusing to allow Max to enter.
‘Make him move,’ he had told Maddy softly, without breaking eye contact with Leo, ‘because if you don’t …’
When the parents went backstage to collect their offspring, it was Jon whom Leo ran excitedly to once the play was over, flinging himself into his grandfather’s arms and then burrowing his face against Jon’s neck as Jon swung him up off the floor.
There was something about one’s grandchildren that made them so infinitely special and precious, Jon acknowledged as he kissed the little boy and ruffled his hair.
Jon had no way of explaining to himself why it was so easy for him to love Leo, when it had been so hard for him to love Max. Leo was Max’s son; you couldn’t look at him without knowing that. Physically he looked exactly as Max had looked at the same age, but temperamentally, emotionally …
It made Jon’s heart ache with compassion for Leo and anger against Max, to see the way Max treated his son. It was no wonder that Leo now refused to go near him. Maddy was very loyal and never criticized Max, but Jon had seen the pain in her eyes as she watched Max ignoring Leo, turning his back on him and deliberately showing the child how little he cared about him.
Initially, when Leo had been born, Jon had forced himself to stand back, to remind himself that he was Leo’s grandfather and not his father, but then he had watched Joss playing with him, seen the bond growing between uncle and child, seen the way Max was threatening to damage his son emotionally by rejecting him, and he had made himself a vow that for as long as Leo needed him in his life, he was going to be there for him.
Jon knew already, without knowing how he knew, that it would be Leo who one day would take his place in the family business, that Leo, like him, would be a Crighton who wanted to stay close to the place that had bred him, that Leo would be his kind of Crighton, just as Jack had also been showing signs of wanting to come into the family firm.
Jack … Jon started to frown slightly as he thought about his nephew. He had believed that Jack was happy with them, that he had accepted his father’s disappearance, but these last few months … Jack’s headmaster had warned them that if Jack’s work did not improve, there was no way he was going to get the A level grades he needed to go on to university. Jon had discussed the subject with Jack, but far from being concerned, Jack had merely told him truculently that he didn’t care—that he’d changed his mind, that he didn’t want to be a solicitor after all.
‘Then what do you want to be?’ Jon had asked him exasperatedly. It would be some years down the line before Jack could possibly join the family practice so could not relieve the pressure both he and Olivia were experiencing currently with so many new cases coming into the Haslewich office. Olivia had joined Jon a few years before and now they were considering taking on a third partner because they were both having to work a lot of extra hours. But that particular route, bringing in someone from outside the family, hadn’t appealed to either of them. And as if work wasn’t enough of a worry, Jon and Jenny were both concerned about Maddy and how she and the two children were being affected by the fact that Max spent so little time with them.
‘She’s such a lovely girl. She deserves so much better,’ Jenny had protested the last time they had discussed their son’s marriage. ‘I feel so helpless to do anything, though. Every time I try to raise the subject, she fobs me off. She’s happy here in Haslewich, she says she likes looking after Gramps. She loves Queensmead, and there’s no doubt that she’s turned it into a proper home, but she’s living the kind of life that’s more suited to some Victorian great-aunt than a young woman, and I’m afraid … It’s so unfair, Jon, she’s got such a lot to give. I know it’s a dreadful thing to say, but I really wish that she could meet someone else, someone who would value her and love her….’
That was as close as either of them had come to acknowledging that Max did not love his wife, but then, why discuss something that was so painfully obvious to everyone who witnessed it.
If Maddy did ever decide to leave Max and make a new life for herself somewhere else, he would lose the special closeness he had with Leo, Jon acknowledged, and he would hate that.
‘I love you, Jon,’ Leo whispered tremulously to him now, as though he had picked up on his grandfather’s thoughts.
Jon hugged him. Just very occasionally, when he was feeling especially emotional, Leo referred to him as ‘Jon.’ The rest of the time he called him Grampy.
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