‘Or me,’ James chimed in valiantly. ‘I’ve climbed on the wagon with my wife.’
‘Oh?’ Ben’s smile broadened. ‘For how long, might I ask? Seven or eight months, perhaps?’
‘Um … actually, there’s something we probably should have told everyone quite a while ago now.’
The tray was still within reach and Josh’s wife swapped her empty glass for a full one. Anna caught the expression on Josh’s face. He’s embarrassed, she thought in surprise. He doesn’t want her drinking any more. No. The tension was deeper than that. It was hard not to get the impression that he wasn’t comfortable having his wife there at all.
She took another glance at the woman she’d never met before. Rebecca had the kind of grooming that came, in her experience, with women who had plenty of money and too much time to spend on how they looked. Flawless make-up. Shoulder-length hair that was beautifully cut and exquisitely highlighted. Her nails sported a perfect French polish and her figure might be curvy but it looked well toned.
Rebecca had also caught the look from her husband. ‘What?’ she snapped. ‘You think I’ve had enough?’ A tiny snort suggested that an unhappy exchange was nothing new to this couple.
It was Anna’s turn to feel embarrassed. She looked away to where Lucy was giving Charlotte a one-armed hug that wouldn’t disturb the sleeping baby in the sling. Ben and Luke were both offering their congratulations to James and they all seemed unaware of the sudden atmosphere Anna was separating them from.
‘Maybe I have had enough,’ Rebecca said, too loudly. ‘Of everything.’
‘I’ll order a taxi for you,’ Josh said. ‘I’ve still got some work I need to do tonight.’
‘Of course you do.’ Rebecca’s laugh was brittle.
‘Let’s go.’
‘When I’ve finished my drink. It’s not as if I have any reason not to, is it?’
Josh’s voice was too low for anyone but Anna to hear. ‘I think we should go now. This isn’t the place.’
‘But it never is, is it, Josh?’ Rebecca raised her glass but, to her dismay, Anna saw that the woman’s lips were trembling too much for her to take a sip and tears were filling her eyes. Debating whether she should say something when it was obviously none of her business, Anna was relieved to see Rebecca blinking hard. Making a determined effort to control herself.
But then she shifted her gaze to where Lucy was standing with her tiny baby and Charlotte had pulled her top tight to show off her rounded belly, and Rebecca’s face just crumpled. She pushed her glass at Josh and turned, tears streaming down her face as she fled. The others all turned in surprise.
‘Oh … God,’ Josh groaned. ‘Sorry about that. I need to. Would you.?’
‘Give it to me.’ Anna took the champagne glass and Josh elbowed his way through the throng in pursuit of his wife.
‘What was that all about?’ Lucy looked worried.
‘What happened?’ Charlotte looked bemused.
‘Josh and his wife. They didn’t look very happy.’
Oh, no. Was this social occasion about to become the kind of gossip session Anna refused to engage in?
‘Not everyone appreciates Christmas,’ Luke said levelly.
‘That’s true.’ Ben nodded and went along with making the subject about generalities. ‘Look at the increase we see in A and E for things like self-harm.’
‘The hype doesn’t help.’ Anna was more than happy to direct conversation away from colleagues and their probable marriage woes. She gave Luke a grateful glance and then waved her hand to encompass the party and all the decorations. ‘There’s this huge expectation put out that it’s going to be the happiest day of the year. Brimming with fun, family times and the best of everything. No wonder it just serves to underline what some people aren’t lucky enough to have.’
There was a moment’s silence and Anna could have kicked herself. Had she been responsible for the atmosphere in this group going from joy at James and Charlotte’s news to entirely unnecessary gloom? She bit her lip.
‘I’m just hungry,’ she said apologetically. ‘Take no notice. I might go and find a sausage roll or something.’
‘And I’d better take these guys home,’ Lucy said. ‘We need to pace ourselves to get through all the parties lined up for the rest of this week.’
‘And I …’ Luke was obviously trying to think of a reason to excuse himself as well.
No surprises there. The noise level around them was increasing. Music had been turned up to compete with the laughter and happily raised voices, and there was a new sound mixed in with the general hubbub. A sharp cracking. People cheered and then there were more muted bangs. Someone was handing out Christmas crackers and people were pulling them with gusto.
The sound was not unlike distant gunfire. Anna’s gaze flicked back to Luke. He didn’t like parties anyway. How much worse would this be when it couldn’t fail to remind him of being in a war zone? She could see his tension escalating. Instinctively, she found herself moving closer. Wanting to protect him. He looked straight at her and she had never seen him look so grim.
James was handed a cracker. ‘Here we go.’ He laughed, holding it out to Charlotte.
This bang was much louder. Charlotte squeaked in surprise, Annabel buried her face in her father’s shoulder and little Josh burst into tears.
But Anna was still watching Luke. She saw the exact moment he stopped seeing her. When his face took on the same expression it had had in Theatre that first day. One of horror.
‘Luke.’ Anna put her hand on his arm and she could feel muscles as unyielding as steel beneath her fingers.
‘Luke.’ Her tone was more urgent now. She had to get through to him. Snap him out of this flashback before anyone else noticed.
But he didn’t seem to feel her touch. Or hear her. He started moving away and seemed unaware of the people in his path. Someone got jostled and spilled their drink.
‘Hey! Watch where you’re going.’
Ben and James were watching where Luke was going. Anna caught the glance the two men exchanged. Frowning, Ben opened his mouth to say something but Anna shook her head.
‘I’ll go,’ was all she said.
It was quite easy to follow Luke. People were stepping aside like a wave as they saw him coming. Smiles faded from faces to be replaced with dropping jaws. Anna didn’t catch up with him until he was well past the doors of the canteen. She barely noticed Josh coming in the opposite direction. Good grief, this party wasn’t proving very enjoyable for more than one person.
Finally, she got close enough to catch hold of Luke’s hand but he didn’t stop. He towed her along until he reached the end of the corridor. The noise from the canteen was muted now, like the lighting in this junction that contained the lifts. Two big pot plants on either side of a bench seat had some tinsel draped over their leaves.
Luke stopped and his head turned swiftly from one side to the other. At some level he was making a decision on what direction to take next. He still felt just as tense. Just as distant.
Anna had to distract him. Bring him back to the present. She stepped in front of him and reached up to hold his face with both hands.
‘Luke …’ She tilted his face, forcing him to look down at her. ‘It’s me. Anna.’
He was still caught somewhere else. A long way away in time and place. Somewhere dark.
Anna had to do something. Without thinking, she stood on tiptoe, still holding Luke’s