A Winter Affair (2 page)

She should have faced up to the signs back then, but somehow she never thought that Harvey would actually leave her, until the divorce had gone through. She kept his name, Brandon, it had been her name longer than the one she was born with and she didn't want to change everything.

They had to sell their family house and she'd been so busy finding and settling into this one and getting the twins off on their travels that Christmas had crept up on her almost without her noticing. She need not be alone for Christmas. She could go and stay with Joanna, her older sister, and her family in Scotland, and various friends had invited her to spend it with them, but touched though she was by their kindness, she couldn't tell them that just now she couldn't bear to be among happy families when hers had self-destructed. She found it painful to be with couples chatting about their plans, just as she and Harvey used to do: ‘
We
are planning a holiday,' ‘
We
need to buy a new car.' Ordinary everyday things that she'd never noticed before she was alone.

No, she would spend Christmas alone. It was only one day after all and she'd be perfectly happy with her box sets, books, wine and chocolate.

The telephone rang again, setting her nerves on edge. Perhaps she'd let it go to the answer phone, but it
could
be the twins ringing from Tibet, so she answered it.

‘Eloise? Lawrence here, Desmond' – he'd always called his father by his first name – ‘said you are a cordon bleu chef and free to come out here and cook for the Christmas guests.' His voice was brisk with impatience as if he suspected he was wasting his time.

Her confidence had already been smashed by the divorce and his tone of voice now smashed it further. ‘Oh… Lawrence, he did ring, I am cordon bleu… but hardly a…'

‘Look, Eloise, can you do it or not? I need you here by the weekend and to stay until the second week in January. The guests are sophisticated and used to the best. I want someone reliable and who's not going to flirt with the guests, worse still run off with them,' he added sourly. ‘Desmond is convinced you'll be able to do it, so can you?'

‘Did he say I was nothing to look at, not one to tempt away your paying guests?' Despite her nerves she couldn't resist teasing him.

‘You can look like the backside of a bus for all I care as long as you can cook,' he retorted impatiently.

His tone annoyed her now. ‘I think Desmond could have exaggerated my skills. I can cook, but I'm not a chef as such, and I'm not keen on those fussy little messes arranged in the middle of a plate, they're too fiddly and far too time-consuming.'

‘I quite agree,' he sounded friendlier. ‘Look, I need roasts, fish dishes, duck, those sorts of things, good vegetables and puddings. People are hungry out here with all the mountain air, but they don't want school dinners. Can you do it or not?'

She couldn't, surely couldn't please a man who sounded so particular? Or please his even more particular guests? But something deep inside her, long squashed by the break-up of her marriage, struggled to assert itself. Hadn't she wanted to start afresh, change her life? Well, here was her chance.

‘I'll give it a go,' she said, feeling rather weak at the challenge.

‘Good,' Lawrence said, ‘let's hope it works out. Over Christmas I've some very important people booked in and it must not go wrong. I'll email your ticket, give me your details, you'll fly out to Geneva on Friday and I'll send Theo, my son, to pick you up and drive you up here.'

‘Will he hold up a sign with my name on or something so I can recognize him?'

‘Of course. OK, Eloise, see you then, and please, I'm depending on you, don't let me down'. He made it sound as if it was life or death, which perhaps it was, and he rang off.

His son… he must be old enough to drive, did Lawrence have a wife there too and why couldn't
she
cook, or was she too glamorous, floating about as the perfect hostess?

Panic hit again, what on earth did she think she was doing, agreeing to cook for a chalet full of rich – and probably spoilt – people? She didn't want to go, she wanted to hide away, to lick her wounds, hibernate from the world and emerge feeling stronger in the spring. She picked up the telephone and dialled ring back and wrote down Lawrence's number. It was late now and she was exhausted, she'd call him in the morning and tell him she would not be able to come to Jacaranda after all.

Eloise came through to the arrivals, her stomach churning with anxiety. She didn't want to be here. She had intended to ring Lawrence and refuse his offer but two of her best friends happened to ring her that evening and when she'd told them of this ‘mad' offer she'd had, they'd encouraged her to take it. What fun to have an adventure in such a lovely resort while they'd be putting up with difficult in-laws in a dark and probably rainy climate where the only mountains would be the washing up. But now here without them, she wanted to go home.

There was still time to escape, she could go to an airline desk and ask for a return ticket. Overcome with sudden panic, she almost turned to do so when she caught sight of a man, his face bronzed and eager, holding up a placard with her name on it. He looked so young, just like Kit, and tears rose in her, wishing it were him with Lizzie beside him, searching for her in the crowd. She'd told them she was coming out here for Christmas but kept from them her loss of confidence since the break-up of her marriage, not wanting them to worry and feel guilty at leaving her.

‘Lucky you, shall we come and be kitchen maids, get in some skiing?' Kit had said.

‘You'd be a hopeless kitchen maid,' she'd heard Lizzie say, ‘you'd be at the wine bottles, too pissed to be any help to anyone.'

‘Speak for yourself,' Kit had answered and she had imagined them ragging each other, pushing and shoving like two overexcited puppies, and how she yearned to be with them now instead of being here trying to pretend she was something she most definitely was not.

But then she saw Theo, with his mop of blond curls, searching anxiously through the jostling crowd, thrusting up the placard with her name, Eloise Brandon, written in black felt-tip pen. She hovered uncertainly for a moment, struggling to resist an urge to turn and run. She glanced back at him and saw a small brown dog sitting by his feet looking hopefully at the people passing by. How could she be so selfish as to run away? She went over and said, ‘Theo, it's me, Eloise.'

‘Oh, great,' he looked relieved and the little dog got up and sniffed her, wagging its tail. ‘This is Bert, hope you like dogs.' Theo watched her warily.

‘Yes, I do.' She patted Bert, who rolled over on his back before jumping up and chasing his tail with excitement.

‘Bert, stop showing off,' Theo said affectionately. ‘Sorry he gets a bit hypo if he likes someone.' He smiled, making her feel better. Perhaps it would be all right after all. ‘Let me take your case. Good flight?' He took it from her and she guessed he was used to dealing with the guests who graced the chalet.

‘Yes thanks. Have you guests at Jacaranda now?' She wondered what they were eating if all the cooks had eloped with clients or been fired.

‘They arrive tomorrow, we only had four people this week, I've just dropped them off here, and Dad… Lawrence,' he grinned, ‘he is my Dad but he thinks it more professional if we don't broadcast it about too much – he managed breakfast, but he had to buy in the dinner,' he explained as she followed him and a bouncing Bert out into the car park and over to a midnight-blue mini coach with
Chic Chalet Parties
written in white along the side, the description refuelling her fears that she would not match up to Lawrence's standards or those of his guests. Surely in her chain-store jeans, rose pink jersey and blue ski jacket she was not
chic
enough?

Theo, seeing her expression, laughed, ‘Maddy, Desmond's girlfriend, thought it up, but sadly she died before they could get the business going.'

‘I remember her.' Eloise thought back to the times when she and her parents and sister had come out here to stay at Jacaranda and Maddy had been there. She was such a warm and caring person, who lit up everywhere she went. Later, after her marriage, Eloise had come a few times with Harvey and the twins. The first time the children were barely on their feet, though Harvey insisted on putting them on tiny skis, which they loved, finding it easier to slide down a small slope than to walk. Jacaranda was full of memories of happy times. She hadn't been back for about ten years and she wondered what it would be like now.

Theo put her case in the boot and got into the driver's seat, she got in beside him and they started the journey towards Verbier, Bert supervising the route from behind them, growling or barking at any other dog or cat he felt should not be wandering around.

Chatting to Theo as they drove, Eloise learnt that Verbier had grown ever larger and become one of the places to be, so Jacaranda – the chalet built by Desmond's father with its large rooms and elegant balconies, the wood mellowed to a rich brown, weathered by the snow and the sun – could now bring in a good income by having paying guests to stay. Guests she was going to cook for.

‘The chalet and the land around it is worth a lot, but it's expensive to keep up, so Lawrence took up Maddy's idea and has turned what used to be my grandfather's home into a business,' Theo explained as they drove. ‘We live there too, but there's plenty of room for guests to come and ski in the winter and to walk in the summer. There's a sort of plan that hasn't happened yet, to have painting or photo weeks, with experts teaching.'

‘That sounds good, I remember it as such a beautiful place, but it's years since I've been here.'

Eloise looked out of the window at the rather plain houses, most of which had magnolia trees in their gardens, she remembered the beauty of them when they flowered, sumptuous against the plain bark of the tree. Ahead she saw the white peaks of the mountains, sparkling in the sun under the intense blue sky. There were thick blankets of snow on the ground, on the roofs of the houses and in the gardens, but the roads were clear, piles of snow lining the edges.

They reached the start of the mountain road and wound their way up towards the resort. She remembered the road, the frisson of fear as they rounded each corner, blind to what could be coming the opposite way, and the sheer drop beside them.

Theo didn't seem at all fazed by it, he chatted away, turning to her every so often to emphasize a point, sometimes lifting his hand from the wheel, and her nerves stretched tighter.

‘Do keep your eyes on the road,' she said once and he laughed.

‘It's OK, you're quite safe, I wouldn't dare return without you; Lawrence would kill me.'

‘If we're not both killed before we get there,' she muttered under her breath, imagining Kit and probably Lizzie being just as confident as Theo, thinking they were immortal.

They reached the resort in one piece and Theo took a side road and drove on up the hill. It was lined with fir trees, their dark branches laden with snow. Below them, other chalets were scattered down the mountainside as if a huge hand had flung them there. Some were in clumps, others alone, many were decked with Christmas lights, and here and there wild fir trees were wearing strings of lights and shining baubles. Jacaranda was somewhere ahead, but she didn't recognize the place now with so many new buildings around.

‘I don't remember so many chalets when I was last here,' she said.

‘There's been a lot of building, it's getting far too big, it's a town really, lots of celebs come here, some even take helicopters to the slopes as they won't go in the ski lifts like everyone else,' Theo said, laughing.

‘So is Jacaranda swamped by other chalets,' Eloise asked, wondering how far the town had spread out, climbing the mountain and invading its open spaces.

‘No, not yet anyway. Fortunately no one can build on the land around Jacaranda unless we sell it, so we are still quite enclosed and private.'

The Verbier she remembered was a charming village, still inhabited by local people, farmers who grazed their cows on the grassy slopes in the summer and even tucked them into their chalets in the winter as they'd always done. Time moved on and there were bound to be changes, but she hoped the place had not lost its charm.

It was early afternoon and the winter light would soon be fading. They drove on a little further and then turned onto a track and ahead she saw a line of fir trees strung with garlands of silver lights, picking out the dark, rich wood of Jacaranda, surrounded by pure white snow. It looked comfortable and stalwart in its place, old and distinguished among the more orange wood of the newer chalets.

‘Here we are.' Theo pulled up and jumped out, Bert followed quickly behind, disappearing into the trees. ‘Welcome, Eloise,' Theo grinned at her. ‘Welcome back.'

He unloaded her suitcase and she followed him up to the door of the chalet, her memories of the few times she'd been here before jostling in her mind, first as a child herself, then later as a married woman and mother of small children.

Theo opened the door and ushered her to the hall, where coats and jackets huddled together on the wall and the old cuckoo clock that had amused her as a child was still ticking beside the staircase. Alerted by the cold blast as the door opened, a man came out of one of the rooms to greet them, he was tall, his auburn hair gilded by the sun, his face lean and tanned. For a long moment he studied her, his grey eyes searing into her, as if judging whether she were indeed unattractive enough to be invisible to his randy guests.

He said briskly with the semblance of a smile, ‘Eloise, good to see you. I hope you had an easy journey. Theo will show you to your room and then we'll discuss menus. Sorry to rush you, but we've a party of six arriving tomorrow and we need to get in the shopping. My office is downstairs; Theo can show you if you can't find it yourself. The place has probably changed quite a bit since you were last here.'