Reach for Tomorrow (42 page)
Flora nodded. ‘When I think of his face on New Year’s Eve I wouldn’t put anything past him where Zachariah is concerned.’
‘But it’s not reasonable, is it, not any of this.’ Davey’s voice was perplexed. ‘Rosie and Shane were seeing each other before I left Sunderland and she didn’t go anywhere, it was him who left. What’s he got to gripe about now? It was years before she married Zachariah. He had his chance and he blew it.’
Flora lifted her head which had been bowed over her teacup and looked at him. He was so handsome and she loved him so much. He would never meet anyone who could love him as much as she did, and surely that justified what she was about to say? ‘Perhaps men like Shane McLinnie don’t need a reason as such,’ she prevaricated in a small voice. ‘He’s always liked Rosie, right from when we were all bairns together - you know how it used to worry Sam. And Mrs McLinnie has never believed Shane actually chose to leave Sunderland anyway, she thinks there was some trouble and he was forced to go. Perhaps he expected Rosie to wait for him, I don’t know.’
‘But wouldn’t she have told you that, you being her best friend?’
Flora shrugged. She should have told him the truth straight out when he first came back, she should never have started this lying. But it wasn’t really lying, she comforted herself in the next instant. More not telling the whole truth. ‘Rosie has never been one for wearing her heart on her sleeve,’ she said uncomfortably, ‘and perhaps she felt embarrassed, I don’t know. I’ve never liked Shane McLinnie, it might have been that?’
‘Maybe. Aye, maybe.’
Flora’s face was burning with colour and in the light of his new understanding of how she felt about him Davey put her obvious awkwardness down to the fact that they were discussing the girl she knew he had loved.
How long had Flora felt this way? he asked himself now. Right from when he had first come back to the town? He remembered the warmth of her greeting at that time and it brought a surge of warmth and compassion that surprised him. He’d been a blind fool the last year but it wasn’t too late, not for them. Suddenly everything he had been thinking about earlier fell into place and it set his heart hammering.
Flora had always known how he felt about Rosie and yet she still loved him. He’d be a fool to throw that sort of devotion away, wouldn’t he? And his feeling for her was a kind of love, not the consuming desire he had felt for Rosie, admittedly, but then what had that sort of love brought him except misery and regret? Marriage was a composite of many things of which the physical side was just a part. He would be in control with Flora, he would never have to suffer the agonies of the damned with her.
‘Don’t worry, lass.’ He bent forward as he spoke, reaching out his hand and lifting her chin with one finger as he brought her eyes up to meet his. ‘We’ll sort this with Shane out between us, never you fear.’
His face was warm and kind and it made Flora quiver inside. She knew she ought to say something, make a coherent answer, but it was beyond her.
And then, as her trembling became evident, Davey said quietly, ‘I’m glad you came tonight although I’d have wished the reason was different. But there’s been something I’ve been meaning to say.’
She froze at his words; only her eyes moved as they searched his face, and his intuition told him she was expecting him to say he was going to leave and his compassion increased. He wanted to make this easy for her. It was the only thought filling his mind now as he continued, ‘I care about you, Flora, I hope you know that. I have cared about you for a long time.’ He couldn’t bring himself to say love. He wanted to - he knew it would please her - but he couldn’t.
‘I’m no great catch, lass, I know that, none better, but I can promise you I’ll look after you and endeavour to do my best by you.’
As a proposal it wasn’t the most romantic in the world although Davey thought he had made himself plain, but when Flora gulped, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek as she moved back in her seat, her brow wrinkled, and said, ‘I don’t understand? What are you saying, Davey?’ he realized she hadn’t grasped what he was asking.
‘I want you to marry me, Flora.’
‘Marry . . .’ She looked utterly dumbfounded and for a moment he had the crazy notion she was going to refuse him, and then the old impetuous Flora was back as she, half laughing, half crying, said, ‘Oh, Davey, Davey! Yes, I’ll marry you! Of course I’ll marry you,’ her face shining like the sun.
He almost expected a rush of panic as it dawned on him what he had done, a feeling that he had made a dreadful mistake, but it didn’t come. Instead relief filled him. This sealed the death knell on that other love: it was over; finished. He’d been in limbo for years, he had only fully realized it in the last few moments, but now his life could go on. He smiled at Flora, his eyes soft as he said, ‘Can I kiss you? Right now in the open?’
‘I don’t think an empty café is the open.’
Her voice was eager and he knew that whatever else, they would have no problems regarding their coming together. She wanted him; desire was all too evident in her bright eyes and half-open lips, in the thrust of her breasts as she leant across the table towards him and the moistness of her flesh. She was ripe for marriage.
She shivered as his lips took hers, and although her mouth was responsive he could tell she was still totally innocent. Again the feeling of compassion was strong, but threaded through with a new element, that of protectiveness.
‘I love you.’ As she sank back down into her seat her eyes were bright and her voice was husky. ‘And I’ll be a good wife, I promise you that, Davey.’
‘And I will be a good husband.’ He smiled as he said it, his voice almost light, and Flora wasn’t to know it was in the nature of a vow. She was his responsibility now; she’d had a rotten childhood from all accounts and the last six months had been the worst of all, but her life was going to change for the better. He would make sure of that.
Chapter Twenty
After talking the matter through again with Flora and remembering what she’d told him about the part Zachariah’s contacts had played in the rescue of Molly, Davey had no hesitation in going straight to Zachariah instead of approaching Shane himself. There was no love lost between him and Annie’s youngest, and although Shane’s mother had made the suggestion in good faith he couldn’t see McLinnie being frightened off by anything he, Davey, might say or do. This needed more force than he could bring to bear. Also, reading between the lines of what Flora had related, there was a possibility nagging away at him that put a whole new perspective on the strength of Shane’s enmity against the man Rosie had married. And it was this he broached immediately he was alone with Zachariah the following evening, he and Flora having called at The Terrace ostensibly to tell Rosie and Zachariah of their engagement.
The first few minutes had been difficult but Davey hadn’t expected anything else. Flora had been bubbling with happiness, although, as always when the two of them were in Rosie’s presence, he detected a tenseness about her that manifested itself in her over-bright voice and inability to sit still.
Zachariah had been hearty in his congratulations, kissing Flora on the cheek and pumping Davey’s hand like a piston engine. And Rosie . . . Davey hadn’t been able to gauge anything from Rosie’s warm felicitations and smiling face, other than the fact that not once in all the minutes before the two women disappeared into the kitchen to make a cup of tea had she met his eyes directly.
But now he came to the matter in hand, brushing away Zachariah’s opening conversation on the concern that the recent developments in the coal strike were going to lead to riots, and saying, ‘I need to ask you something, something personal, Zachariah, and bear in mind when you answer that I’m asking for a damn good reason and that it will go no further than these four walls.’
Zachariah stared at him for a moment and then settled back more comfortably in his chair before he said, ‘Ask away, man.’
Davey raked back his hair from his brow, then rose abruptly and walked over to the ornate mantelpiece, where he stood looking down at the elaborate dried-flower arrangement in the empty grate for a few seconds. Then he turned, looking straight into Zachariah’s waiting eyes as he said, ‘When Shane McLinnie left Sunderland just after me in 1920, did you have anything to do with it?’
‘Aye, an’ again atween these four walls I’m proud of the fact.’
There wasn’t a moment’s hesitation and that made it easier for Davey to say, ‘Can you tell me how you did it?’
Zachariah spoke swiftly and concisely as he outlined the events that had led to Shane’s ignominious departure and when he had finished Davey nodded slowly. ‘Well, I think he’s rumbled it was you.’
‘Impossible.’ Zachariah shook his head decisively. ‘The men I used would let their tongues be cut out afore they let on.’
‘Maybe, but a careless word . . .’
‘Never. They’re used to sailin’ close to the wind an’ keepin’ their mouths shut, besides which they’re friends of mine from the old days. They wouldn’t let on, I’m tellin’ you.’
‘And there was no one else you told? You didn’t mention it to Rosie? Anyone? Think, man. It’s important.’
‘Rosie an’ me weren’t close in them days, I was still seein’--’
Zachariah stopped abruptly. And then, ‘No, she wouldn’t, not Janie.’ And to Davey’s enquiring gaze, ‘I told a lass I was seein’ at the time but she wouldn’t have said anythin’. Anyway, she’s dead now, died a while back.’
‘Before or after Shane came back to Sunderland?’
‘Not long after.’
‘So it’s possible he might have heard something from her?’
‘No, I’m tellin’ you, Janie was a good lass.’ Zachariah now stood up himself and repeated, ‘As good as gold. I admit she was a bit upset when we called it a day, but we never fell out or anythin’. She wouldn’t have dropped me in it, not Janie.’
‘A woman scorned, maybe? People can do funny things when they’re bitter.’
‘No, not Janie, she wasn’t like that, an’ if anyone had cause to be bitter with what they’d had to put up with, Janie did. Her husband was a swine. But she wasn’t bitter, it wasn’t in the lass’s nature.’ And then, as Davey shrugged, Zachariah narrowed his eyes, coming closer and lowering his voice as he asked, ‘What’s this all about, man? What’s afoot?’
‘It could be something or nothing. Sit down and I’ll tell you.’
Out in the kitchen Rosie was finding it hard to make conversation as though this was just another night.
Engaged.
He had asked Flora to marry him.
They were going to be wed.
It was drumming in her head, along with the warning, Act natural, be glad for her, talk, laugh. She couldn’t spoil this for Flora and hadn’t she, at the bottom of her, expected just this thing for months? Aye, yes, she had.
Engaged.
He had asked Flora to marry him.
They were going to be wed.
It was drumming in her head, along with the warning, Act natural, be glad for her, talk, laugh. She couldn’t spoil this for Flora and hadn’t she, at the bottom of her, expected just this thing for months? Aye, yes, she had.
Her plans to move further afield, to Lanchester maybe, or even Castleside or beyond, ostensibly to give Erik and any future bairns an upbringing free from the stench and noise of the town, had been partly rooted in this very thing. Not that she hadn’t always longed for a rural life herself, but in the last months the need had become urgent. A smallholding or little farm somewhere, a place where she and Zachariah and their family could all work together.
There were times when she felt all their lives - hers and Zachariah’s and Flora’s and Davey’s - were perched together on the top of a powder keg, and it would need only one little spark for the fuse to light and blow them all apart. And she knew what that spark could be. And life was good - it was - for all of them. She and Zachariah had each other and Erik, and Flora had Davey. It was the best thing, it was. That was what she had to tell herself. And before Flora and Davey’s wedding she would make sure she and Zachariah had moved right away. And then, pray God, she would start to know peace of mind again.
The two men were having a conversation about nothing more controversial than Sunderland Football Club’s successful last season, when Dave Halliday’s forty-two goals had meant the club continued to be a force to be reckoned with, when Rosie and Flora entered the room again.
Other books
The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead
WISHBONE by Hudson, Brooklyn
A Kind of Grace by Jackie Joyner-Kersee
Fallen Angels 03 - Envy by JR Ward
Dead Of Winter (The Rift Book II) by Duperre, Robert J., Young, Jesse David
The Happy Family by Bower, B M
Ten Little Indians by Sherman Alexie
Unos asesinatos muy reales by Charlaine Harris
Bloodborn by Kathryn Fox
The Old Brown Suitcase by Lillian Boraks-Nemetz