Sunday's Child (10 page)

 

 

 

 

9

 

Hattie finished her breakfast. “That was lovely, thank you, Aunt Laurie. Want me to do the dishes before I go out?”

Her aunt piled the plates on top of each other and shook her head. “No, dear, you're on holiday, but thank you for the offer. I have plenty of time before I leave for work. Where are you going?”

“I bumped into Markus last night. I haven't seen him in years. He's taking me out on his boat this morning, around the headland to the lighthouse.”

“Markus Kerr?”

Hattie nodded. “Yes. He seems to have done well for himself.”

“Self-made money at the expense of those less fortunate than himself,” Aunt Laurie commented dryly. “He made a fortune with that haulage company. And the prices they charge for the taxi's to the mainland and back are ludicrous.”

“He'd say justifiable overheads.”

“Aye, well, it's not as if they're lacking a pretty penny or two.”

“I guess so. Anyway, it'll be good to catch up with him and it should be a fun day out on the water. Actually, I only agreed in exchange for him not telling Steve where I am. They seem to have been in touch rather a lot over the past several months. If I didn't know better, I'd say Steve was up to something.”

“Like what?”

“Matchmaking.” Hattie grimaced. “He drops Markus's name into the conversation several times a day, tells me what a good bloke he is, what a good catch he'd be. It makes him sound like a fish.”

“Is that Markus or Steve?”

Hattie laughed. “Markus.”

Aunt Laurie looked out of the window. “It might be better to go for this boat trip around the headland tomorrow instead of today.”

“Why?”

“There's a storm coming.”

Hattie followed her aunt's gaze and studied the view out of the window. The sun sparkled on the water and the leaves hung motionless on the trees. “Are you sure? There isn't a cloud in the sky or a breath of wind by the looks of it.”

“Trust me. There's a storm coming. A bad one, too.”

“Then I'll take my raincoat. I'm sure Markus is a perfectly good sailor or he wouldn't skipper his own yacht. And if he thinks there's a storm coming, we'll probably not go. I'll be back by dinner and I have my phone.”

“OK. Cal is starting work here on Monday. He's a carpenter and will be doing the paneling in the den and then finishing off all the details on that side of the house. So it'll be a little untidy and noisy for a week or so.”

“Cool. You've needed to get that done for a while.”

Aunt Laurie nodded, pushing a hand though her grey hair. “Since the fire. But it takes time and money and with your uncle gone…”

Hattie hugged her. “I know. It's hard.”

“It is. He did all the decorating and having someone else do it, seems wrong somehow. But I guess your Dad's right. It's time to at least make that half of the house livable again.”

“Can I help? I could do all the soft furnishings for you. I've got some money—long story—but I'd like to help.”

“I can't take your—”

“I'm offering. At least let me get the material and make them. We could go shopping on your day off. Please…” She tried the puppy dog eyes. That had always worked when she was little.

“Thank you. I'd like that.”

Hattie smiled. It had worked, just like she knew it would. Aunt Laurie had struggled since Uncle Reg had died in the fire two years ago. The fire had destroyed half the cottage. The rebuild was done, the new wiring in, but the rooms stood in limbo and untouched. “I'll see you later.”

 

****

 

Cal set the ladder against the wall of the cottage. The wooden shutters the owner requested, had driven him mad with their intricate carvings, but he had to admit they looked incredible. Small hearts whittled out of them and interwoven ivy carved into the wood to connect them. He just hoped the customer would think they looked good.

He ran up the ladder and unhooked the old shutter and passed it down to Rob. Being a family business, Rob was his cousin as well as his colleague. Only a couple of years between them, they got on like a house on fire, spending most of the day in a combination of laughter and merciless teasing. Cal replaced the two old hinges with new ones and then took the new shutter. As he fitted it, he spied Hattie walking along the path. “Morning, Hattie,” he called.

Hattie shielded her eyes against the bright morning sun. Her smile rivaled it for brightness. “Hello, Cal. How are you?”

“I'm good. You?”

“Yeah, I'm OK.”

He watched the way her hips moved and the bag on her shoulder swung in time with them. He could tell she'd taken time with her appearance as he took in the white jeans and red, white, and blue striped shirt she wore. A red and white scarf knotted around her neck, and pristine, white canvas deck shoes complimented the outfit. “You look lovely.”

“Thank you.” Her cheeks colored, making her look even prettier. “I'm off, out for the day.”

“Very nice.”

“It should be. Markus is taking me out on his yacht along the coast a ways.”

Cal looked at her, his heart sinking. He glanced up at the sky. “There's a storm coming,” he said gruffly, a huge surge of something, was it jealousy, rocking him. His fingers whitened on the edge of the ladder. “Best go another day.”

“Aunt Laurie said the same thing, but there isn't a cloud in the sky.” Hattie waved a hand. “However, I have my raincoat in my bag, and I don't get seasick.”

He nodded, somehow keeping his face straight. She was wrong, a storm was brewing, he'd seen the forecast, but more than that, he could feel it in the air. “Have fun.”

“You have a good day, too.” She waved and headed off.

He waited until she was out of earshot. Then he yanked the old shutter out of its hinges, almost ripping the bracket from them. “Markus is an idiot!”

“He knows the weather as well as you do,” Rob said calmly, taking the shutter. “He won't sail if he's got any sense. Or if the forecast shows we have bad weather coming in.”

Cal laughed bitterly. “This is Markus Kerr we're talking about. A box of rocks has more sense than he does. Especially where women are concerned.”

“You really don't like him, do you?”

“I don't like his type. They think of no one but themselves as they put others at risk whilst trying to impress women, whether it's boats or a fast sports car on these narrow roads or something else.” Was he being judgmental? No, based on Markus' track record that was how he operated, and Alba still had a dented fender to prove it.

Cal knew he was no saint, but he always acted with decorum, using his charm to impress, not speed and recklessness.

“She does have a point,” Rob's voice dragged him back from his musing. “The sea is flat calm. It's a perfect day for a sail.”

He
humphed.
“I'm telling you, there is a storm coming. A big one, and you know how fast they can blow in off the sea. Pass me up that shutter.”

“Here you go and I bow to your superior knowledge of the sea and the weather. You know, couz, I'm sure I've seen her before.”

He took the shutter from Rob. “She's Laurie's niece. She spent most of her summers here growing up. And Laurie has probably shown you photos of her over the years.”

“I know that, but…Photos. That's it.” Rob grinned. “She's the woman in the paper.”

If Cal could have slapped himself without risking life and limb he would have. He really did need to keep his mouth shut and stop reminding people about that news report. Especially now Hattie was here on the island. “Which woman in particular? There have been numerous photos of me and women in the paper over the years.”

“You know full well I mean the woman that was with you at the weir when you rescued that kid a few weeks back. You're jealous because she's going out with Markus and not you.”

“It doesn't matter if I am.” He slotted the shutter in place. “If Markus is after her, there is nothing I can do.”

“Rot. She likes you, I can tell.”

“And you know this how?”

“Seven sisters, mate. What I don't know about women ain't worth knowing.”

Cal smiled, despite the annoyance filling him. “Careful that doesn't get taken the wrong way.”

Rob grinned. “You're not my type. I prefer blondes. That one was pretty nice actually.”

“Shutter fastener.”

Rob laughed and handed them up to him. “Here.”

Cal bolted the shutter into place. “There. Let's do the rest before my pager goes off. There's bound to be at least one call today.”

“It's getting so you may as well live there this week.”

“Tell me about it.” He ran down the ladder and repositioned it. “Hasn't been this bad since Christmas when we got called out during dinner and didn't get home 'til almost two days later. We slept on the base, alternating with the relief crew. But it comes with the job. If I didn't enjoy it, I wouldn't do it.”

Rob nodded. “Never something I fancied doing. Shore crew yeah, but in the boats?” He shook his head.

“You don't swim.”

“Exactly.”

“You should learn,” he said, sliding the bolts into his pocket. “Especially living by the sea.”

“I don't intend to go on a boat.”

“Even so. I should teach you.” He climbed the ladder again. “OK, next shutter.”

 

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Hattie sat on the deck of the yacht, the wind blowing through her hair as Markus steered through the waves. Yacht wasn't the right word for it. The boat was more like a cabin cruiser and huge. Well, in her inexperienced eyes it was huge. Kitchen, bathroom, bedroom to name a few; not that those were the correct terms for rooms on a boat. Markus had called them something else—galley, cabin and… some funny word she couldn't remember.

The breeze had picked up a fair bit since they left the harbor, but Markus said it was normal and nothing to worry about. She leaned back in the deckchair and studied him.

He really had grown into a fine looking man, from the gawky, spotty kid she remembered from the summer holidays when she was young. He'd always hung around her aunt's house, theoretically to play with Steve, but seemed to pay more attention to her than her brother.

Her mind shifted back to the tall, dark haired man she'd spent so many hours thinking about. Had Cal always lived here? Why didn't she remember seeing him around the place?

Markus grinned at her. “Enjoying the view, Harriet?”

“It's really pretty along here,” she said returning her gaze to the coastline. She knew that wasn't what he meant, but wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. “It hasn't changed much at all.”

“It has further around to the west. There was a huge landslide there about six months ago. All the winter rain undermined the cliff and a sizable chunk fell. Even took the cottage on the cliff edge with it. Fortunately, it hadn't been lived in for years.”

“Wow.”

“I can take you to show you if you'd like.”

“Yeah, I would.” She paused. “Markus, you did mean what you promised, right? I don't want Steve knowing I'm here. Not for a couple of weeks anyway.”

He looked at her. “I still think hiding from your own brother is a little off, no matter what he did, but sure. I'll keep schtum for you.” He put the wheel hard over and the cruiser responded to his touch. “So, we'll go and see the cliff fall. After that we'll go to the lighthouse.”

Hattie watched the sea, looking for the seals he'd promised she'd see, but her thoughts returned to Cal. Had he made those shutters himself? The carving on them was wonderful. If he had, then maybe she could ask him to make shutters for Aunt Laurie's cottage. The ones there needed replacing—the ones the fire hadn't destroyed anyway. Maybe Cal could replace all of them. Perhaps incorporating her uncle's family crest or their initials intertwined.

There would be no harm in getting a quote anyway. She could put money towards them. Or pay for them outright.

“There,” Markus called. “Seals at eleven o'clock. See them?”

Hattie shielded her eyes against the sun and turned her head. “Wow.” She watched, enthralled, as the seals leapt over the waves, playing with each other.

“I heard they mate for life.”

Hattie shook her head. “That's seahorses. Or swans.”

“I was close. Still starts with an S. But the point remains though. It's a neat thing. Only loving one person for your entire life.”

She glanced at him. “So you'd stay faithful even after death of your wife?”

“Yes, I would.”

“Even if she died really early rather than when you were both say eighty or ninety?”

“Your aunt did.”

“Uncle Reg only died two years ago, and they were married for over forty years and devoted to each other. I think that kind of love is wonderful, but it doesn't mean you have to rule out someone else coming along. Our pastor back home remarried after seven years of widowhood.”

Markus looked at her. “Would you?”

“Remarry?”

“Mourn me forever 'til you died.”

“That's a little presumptuous, don't you think?” Hattie raised an eyebrow.

He grinned and pointed to the coast. “That's where the cliff fell. See?”

Hattie looked where he indicated. The jagged cliff with its rough edges was a different color where the new rock had been exposed. “Wow. Was anyone hurt?”

“A woman was trapped, but they got her out. It caused a riptide on the beach over there.”

“I bet it did.” She pulled her sleeves down. It had gotten cold and the sun had vanished behind a thick bank of leaden grey sky.