Fractured (31 page)

‘I understand,’ I said on a voice that was beginning to tremble. ‘You have to step back from being my friend right now, I understand that.’

He gave a sound that was almost a groan. ‘That’s not it. Well, maybe that’s partly it; I
do
want to step back from being your friend…’ It was the worst thing I had ever heard, until he continued, ‘but only because I want to be so much more.’

The hand that I hadn’t realised I still had protruding through the branches, was suddenly gripped in his warm and steady clasp.

‘And you had to wait until I was embedded in a Christmas tree to say this to me?’ I asked in a voice too dazed to really take in his words.

The branches were suddenly swept back in one swift move and I stared up in wonder at the man who had just changed my entire view of the future.

‘I had to make sure you couldn’t run away,’ he said, gently pulling me out of the tree and towards him.

‘That is the last thing on my mind,’ I assured him. ‘In fact—’

But I never got to finish that sentence as his head was lowering towards mine even as he was pulling me towards him. In a perfect blend, the soft contours of my body molded up against the firm hardness of his. Two halves, complementing and blending, and it was as though nothing in the world had ever really been right until this single perfect moment. I felt the thundering of his heart echoing against mine as he held my trembling body against him. I looked into his eyes, and found all I'd been searching for and an experssion of love so open and naked, it robbed me of what little breath I had left. And then his mouth was on mine, and his hands were arching me closer and he was holding me while I fell even more in love with the man I was alwys destined to eb with.

The fire dimmed long before our passion did. We lay on the faded old settee, limbs entwined, our bodies in contact wherever they could be. Beneath my head I could hear the resounding and comforting beat of his heart, while his fingers traced small circles upon the nape of my neck. I had never known a moment of such complete contentment in my entire life.

I struggled to sit up but his strong arms wouldn’t release me.

‘Don’t move,’ he urged, covering my mouth with his own to ensure that for several more minutes moving away wasn’t even the remotest possibility.

I was a little breathless when we eventually separated.

‘Jimmy, can we talk for a minute?’

His blue eyes darkened for a second.

‘I’d much rather do this,’ he suggested, pulling me from his side until I lay completely on top of the long length of his body. My new location did nothing at all for my concentration and several more minutes were completely lost to me as I gave in to the racing passion that was coursing through my veins.

‘Enough!’ I said, sitting up so abruptly that I would have toppled from the settee if he hadn’t caught me.

He must have recognised my determination, for he reluctantly rose from the cushions and swung his legs to the floor, allowing me to slide onto the seat beside him. I could see the effort it had cost him, both physical and emotional, to separate from me, and I felt a flutter deep within me, to know he wanted me as much as I did him.

‘You have five minutes,’ he warned, ‘before I have to start kissing you again, so you’d better talk fast.’

His words and his proximity were doing funny things with my pulse rate. It could easily take me all of my allotted time just to get a single sentence out. But there
were
things I needed to ask.

‘This… between us… I’m confused… I thought you didn’t…’ Oh God, he
had
robbed me of the art of coherent speech.

‘You thought what?’ he prompted gently, taking my hand in his, tenderly lacing our fingers together.

‘That you didn’t want me… well, not in
that
way.’

My words must have been so unexpected that they erased the loving smile from his face, replacing it with a look of incredulity. ‘Why on earth would you think that?’

‘Well, after what happened at the hotel…’ My voice trailed away.

Realisation began to dawn in his eyes.

‘You made it pretty clear that night that you didn’t want me.’ My voice was hushed, the memory and embarrassment still raw.

‘Is that what you thought?’ He ran his hand distractedly through his hair. ‘I wanted you so much that night I could hardly breathe. You’ll never know how hard it was for me to leave your room that night.’

‘Then why did you?’

He pulled me towards him then, cradling me against his chest and drawing my head against his neck. His soft breath fanned my forehead as he spoke. ‘Because it was wrong of me to take advantage of you then. It probably still is now.’

I gasped out the beginnings of a protest but he silenced me with a finger against my lips.

‘You were so confused that night, nothing made sense to you, and you needed me as a friend then, more than a lover. And besides, you
were
still engaged to Matt.’

The last doubts of uncertainty began to crumble as he spoke. The strength of what he felt for me was even more apparent by him leaving my bed that night than if he had stayed. Sarah had been right, Jimmy would never have rejected me unless he had truly thought he was doing the right thing.

‘About Matt…’ I began, and he groaned softly.

‘Do we really have to talk about him?’

I raised my eyes to his, allowing all the love I felt for him shine through them like a beacon, letting him know there was nothing I could say that would hurt him here.

‘I just want to let you know that I understand now why you’ve been holding back. And I know you think I still need time to get over breaking up with him, but really I don’t.’

He looked doubtful at my words.

‘As far as I’m concerned, Matt and I broke up over five years ago. It was finding myself engaged to him now that I was having trouble dealing with, not losing him.’

I looked over at the clock on the mantelpiece.

‘OK, my five minutes are up.’ I leant over to kiss his mouth but this time he was the one who drew back.

‘Before I totally lose myself here, can I just say one thing, Rachel?’

He sounded so earnest that I was suddenly afraid of what I would hear.

‘Tonight. Us. This isn’t just some spur of the moment thing. I need you to know that. What I feel for you… I should have told you a very long time ago. I almost did, in fact.’

Suddenly the pieces were sliding into place.

‘I knew you were with Matt, but I promised myself that before we all left for university I would tell you how I felt – how I’ve always felt – about you. We even arranged to meet, but that was the night…’

‘… of the accident,’ I finished.

‘And after that there never seemed to be the right time to say anything. And then after uni you two were still together, so I thought I’d lost my chance.’

It broke my heart to think of the pain it must have caused him over the years to see me with someone else and never be able to say anything about it. If I lived to be a hundred I could never make up for what I had done.

‘Thank you for waiting for me,’ I whispered softly.

His answering smile was all I needed in the world right then.

‘My pleasure.’

The fire crackled quietly in the grate, the fairy lights twinkled in the darkened room, but we saw and heard nothing. Just each other.

I realised my father must have guessed what had happened between Jimmy and me by the stupid grin he wore as he greeted me in the kitchen the following morning.

‘You look happy,’ was his opening comment.

Apparently we were wearing matching grins.

‘What time did Jimmy leave last night?’

Oh Lord, the man had no subtlety at all.

‘Late,’ I confirmed, reaching for the cup of coffee he was handing me. ‘You know, don’t you?’

He nodded in confirmation. ‘Jimmy told me that he wanted to tell you how he felt.’

So that was what they had been talking about when I was out of the room!

‘Did he actually ask your
permission
?’ I queried, astounded at the unexpected nineteenth-century element of the situation.

‘No. Not my permission exactly. He just wanted to know if I thought you were ready to hear what he had to say, if you were strong enough yet, or if I thought you needed more time.’

‘And you said?’ I prompted.

‘I told him he had already wasted the last twenty years or so and that he should go right on ahead.’

‘I’m not sure if I was entirely ready to hear it when I was three years old.’

‘But you are now?’

Did he really need to ask? Wasn’t it written all over my face?

‘Now everything is absolutely perfect.’

I didn’t know it then, but things were about to get even better.

Midnight mass on Christmas Eve. I hadn’t been for years, but suddenly it seemed I had a lot to be grateful for. Although Jimmy was on a late shift, he would finish in enough time to join us for the service.

I sat by the lounge window and watched the soft snowflakes falling on the road and pavements, waiting for him. Before my eyes the familiar street transformed to a Christmas card idyll. I smiled as even the mundane and boring took on a white shroud of beauty.

I’d been smiling quite a lot these past few days. Every minute spent with Jimmy filled me with such joy and happiness that he felt more necessary to my existence than the air I breathed. Every minute apart was spent either thinking of him or in heady anticipation of when his familiar knock would sound on the door.

I could have been a nauseating daughter, wreathed in smiles and wistful glances, if my dad hadn’t been so patently delighted at the turn of events. He was even continuing his mission to give us as much private time together as he could, and was going to bed at night at an ever-increasingly early hour. There were six-year-olds who stayed up later than him these days.

My father entered the room, already dressed for the weather in heavy topcoat and hat.

‘Is he here yet?’

‘He will be soon,’ I assured, unaware of the serenity in my tone, which brought a responding smile to my parent’s face.

Bright headlights cut through the falling flakes as Jimmy’s car rounded the bend and pulled up beside our house. I snatched up my coat from the chair and hurried to the door, heart already beating faster. It was like being a teenager all over again.

I stood in the open doorway as he climbed out of the car, mindless of the snow buffeting against me as I waited for him. The intensity of my feelings had taken me by surprise. Having known each other for all our lives, I had expected our relationship would be more of a slow burn, and not the raging inferno that we were both happy to be consumed by.

‘You look like a snow queen,’ he murmured, when he stood before me, kissing the crystal flakes from my face. ‘And you haven’t got your coat on,’ he chided, noticing that I still held it in my hands. ‘You’ll get cold.’

‘Not with you here, I won’t,’ I said dreamily, but nevertheless slid my arms into the garment he had taken from me and was now holding out. I particularly liked the way he used the wrapping of the long scarf around my neck as a means of drawing me against him for a lingering kiss.

‘Ahem,’ came from behind us. We broke apart, not guiltily, but with obvious reluctance. ‘I hope you two can behave yourself for an hour or so in the church,’ my father warned.

‘We’ll do our best, Tony,’ promised Jimmy.

‘Don’t worry, Dad,’ I assured him, tucking my arm under his as we walked down the path to Jimmy’s car. ‘I’m not going to embarrass you in front of the vicar!’

The pathway leading up to the church was lined with flickering tea lights in glass jars. The church doors were open and inside the choir were singing a familiar carol to greet the large congregation. I paused for a moment on the path, taking it all in: the church spire covered in snow, the glowing candles, the music and, of course, the man at my side.

‘So incredibly beautiful,’ I breathed in wonderment.

His eyes ignored our surroundings and everyone else, they were only upon me.

‘Incredibly beautiful,’ he echoed.

The service seemed unbelievably touching. I even cried at the reading delivered by children from the local primary school. And when I went to reach surreptitiously into my bag for a tissue, Jimmy already had one out and ready for me. I dabbed at my eyes, not ashamed by the emotion I couldn’t contain. Tears of happiness were nothing to be embarrassed about.

As we filed back out into the night, Jimmy drew me to one side of the path, out of the way of the emerging congregation, who were hurrying back to their cars to escape the falling snow. My father had been waylaid by an old friend inside the church and neither of us had realised he wasn’t behind us until we were already outside.

The temperature had dropped several degrees during the service and despite my warm coat and scarf I shivered violently. Jimmy drew me into the circle of his arms, pulling me against his body, whispering teasingly as he did so, ‘I think we’re all right with this, as long as we claim it was only to keep you warm.’

I don’t know if it was my lack of response or the stiffening of my body that alerted him that something was wrong. From my position in his embrace, I was now facing away from the church and was looking directly at the graveyard. Unbidden, the awful memories of standing beside Jimmy’s grave suddenly assailed me, so horribly vivid and real, that I forgot for a moment that Jimmy was actually still very much alive.

He carefully held me away from him, saw the pain in my face and in puzzlement turned to make out what I’d seen that had distressed me so.

He was intuitive enough to realise exactly what I was thinking as I stared in fixed anguish at the cemetery.

‘Is that where…?’

I nodded dumbly.

He threw a glance at the church doors and saw that my father had still not appeared. He took my hand and gave me a gentle tug. ‘Come on then.’

My feet remained rooted on the path, causing him to stop. ‘Are you serious?’

There was love and understanding in his eyes. ‘You need to see it.’

I shuddered. ‘I’ve already visited your gravesite, it’s not something I ever went to see again.’