He’d seen her fear and, by the simple action of tossing her a spare crash helmet and taking her into school on the back of his motorbike, he’d turned her life around. He’d made everything all right by giving her instant street cred, an immediate ‘in’ with the cool girls in her class, who’d all wanted to know Josh Kingsley. And with the cool guys, who’d wanted to be him. At this school there had been no shortage of girls who’d wanted to be her friend.
Not that she’d been stupid enough to believe that she was the attraction.
She’d known it was Josh they all wanted to be near, but that had never bothered her. Why would it when she’d understood exactly how they felt? Not that she had worn her heart on her sleeve. A ride was one thing, but a sixth-form god like Josh Kingsley was never going to stoop to taking a fourth-year girl to a school dance.
She’s almost felt sorry for the girls he did date. Each one had thought that her dreams had come true, but she’d known better. He’d shared his dreams with her and she’d always known that he couldn’t wait to escape the small-town confines of Maybridge. Discover the life waiting for him beyond the horizon.
Not that it had stopped her from having the same foolish fantasies. Or, ultimately, making the same mistake.
Maybe he read all that in her face—she was too tired to keep her feelings under wraps—because he stood up, took a step back, placed the baby feeder he was holding on the table beside her.
‘It was about to fall,’ he said. ‘I didn’t want it to wake you. Elspeth warned me not to disturb you when she let me in.’
Too late for that. Years too late.
‘Has she gone?’
He nodded. ‘She said to tell you that she’ll call in the morning.’
‘She’s been wonderful. She’s stayed here, manned the phones, organised food for after the funeral. But she’s grieving, too. She needs to rest.’ Not that Josh looked particularly great. He might have had the luxury of a first-class sleeping berth to take the edge off the long flight to London, but there was a greyness about his skin and his eyes were like stones. ‘How are you?’
‘I’ll think about that later.’
‘When you’re back in Sydney?’ she asked, reminding herself that this, like all his visits, was only a break from his real life.
‘I’m not going anywhere,’ he said. ‘Not until everything is settled.’
‘Everything?’
‘I’m Michael’s executor. I have to arrange for probate, settle his estate.’
‘A week should do it,’ she retaliated, and immediately regretted it. He had to be hurting, whether he was showing it or not. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘Don’t! Don’t apologise to me.’ He looked up, took another deep breath. ‘You and Phoebe were so close. She was like a mother to you.’
‘A lot better than the real thing.’
‘Yes.’ He looked at her, and for a moment she thought he was going to say something she’d find hard to forgive. In the end he just said, ‘Have you managed to contact your mother? Let her know what happened?’
She shook her head.
Her mother turned up occasionally, stayed for a week or two before drifting off again, a constant wanderer. Phoebe had bought her a mobile phone, but she had refused to take it and there was never anything as substantial as an address.
‘There was a card from somewhere in India a couple of months ago. Whether she’s still there…’ She shook her head. ‘Elspeth rang the consulate and she left messages with everyone who might be in contact with her, but she’s even harder to get hold of than you.’
‘I’m sorry, Grace. I flew back to Sydney from Nepal so I missed any messages you left at the office.’
‘Nepal?’ Then she remembered. ‘Everest. What on earth were you doing there?’
‘Making a pilgrimage.’
And if she felt lost, he looked it.
‘I was going to call Michael, tell him I was looking at the sun setting on the mountain, but my hands were so cold that I dropped the phone.’ He pushed his hands deep into his pockets as if, even now, he needed to warm them. ‘We once planned to take that trip together.’
‘Did you? I never knew that.’
He shrugged. ‘It was when our parents first split. Before he met Phoebe.’
She frowned. ‘She wouldn’t have stopped him going.’
‘Maybe he couldn’t bring himself to leave her, even for a month. She was everything he ever wanted.’
While he’d had nothing, Grace thought. At least her mother did, occasionally, put in an appearance. It was disruptive, unsettling, but it was better than the nothingness that Josh had been left with when his parents had chosen to follow their own desires.
‘Michael would have been happy to know that you finally made your dream trip,’ she told him.
‘Yes, he would. He wanted everyone to be happy. While I suspect all I wanted to do was make him feel bad…’
‘No…’ Her hand was on his arm before she could even think about it, but he stared at the floor as if unable to meet her gaze. ‘Why would he feel bad? You were there. You were thinking of him.’ Then, ‘Did it match the vision?’
‘The mountains were beyond anything I could describe, Grace. They made everything else seem so small, so unimportant. I wanted to tell him that. Tell him…’
‘He knows, Josh,’ she said, swallowing down the ache in her throat. ‘He knows.’
‘You think?’ Josh forced himself to look up, face her. ‘I should have been here. I can’t bear the thought of you having to go through all this on your own….’
‘I wasn’t on my own. Everyone helped. Toby was wonderful.’
Toby.
Josh felt his guts twist at the name.
Toby Makepeace. Her ideal man. Reliable. Solid. Always here.
‘Michael’s partners took care of all the arrangements for the funeral. And once your father arrived and took charge—’
‘He’s here?’
‘He flew back straight after the funeral. There was some big debate at the European Parliament that he couldn’t miss.’
About to make some comment about his father’s priorities, he thought better of it. Who was he to criticise?
‘And my mother? Has she raced back to the toy boy in Japan?’
‘She’s staying with friends in London.’
‘Waiting for the will to be read,’ he said heavily.
‘Josh!’ Then, ‘She said she’d come back when you got here. I sent her a text.’
‘I refer to the answer I gave earlier.’ Then he shook his head. His issues with his family were solely his concern. ‘I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.’ He pushed his parents from his mind and said, ‘Thank you for sticking with it, Grace. Not just leaving a message with the Sydney office.’
‘I wanted to tell you myself, although if I’d realised how long it would take…’
‘It must have felt like a year.’
‘A lifetime.’ Then, quickly, ‘Your staff were terrific, by the way. Will you thank them for me? If I’d thought about it, I’d have anticipated