One Summer In Paris. Sarah Morgan. Читать онлайн. Newlib. NEWLIB.NET

Автор: Sarah Morgan
Издательство: HarperCollins
Серия: HQ Fiction eBook
Жанр произведения: Контркультура
Год издания: 0
isbn: 9781474070713
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her guilt money.

      And suddenly she knew. God, she was so slow.

      “You’re taking Lissa.”

      He ran his hand over the back of his neck. “Grace—”

      “You want the tickets so you can take the girl—” she emphasized girl “—you’re having an affair with, on our anniversary trip.”

      He looked almost as sick as she felt.

      “I know it’s not the most tactful thing to ask you.” He looked desperately uncomfortable. “But it does make financial sense. You already booked the whole trip, and I know you’ll lose money when you cancel.”

      She could imagine how the discussion might have gone with Lissa.

      He would have fought it, she was sure of that.

       I can’t expect my wife to give me the tickets she booked to celebrate our anniversary so that I can take my lover.

      Maybe Lissa had been testing him, checking how far he’d go for her.

      A part of Grace wanted to know the answer to that, too.

      He was a man at war on the inside. Good versus bad. David, the good guy, trying to slide into the skin of bad guy and finding it didn’t fit comfortably.

      “What have you turned into, David? What’s happened to the man I married?” She stood up quickly, frightened that her emotions would tumble onto the table between them. “Go. I said five minutes, and you’ve had your five minutes.”

      His fingers curled and uncurled. “I know it’s been stressful for you, but it’s also been stressful for Lissa.” He slid her a look. Wild. A little desperate. “Some of the people in town don’t even speak to her anymore. She’s finding it upsetting. She’s young, Grace. She’s struggling to handle all this.”

      Grace almost choked. “She’s struggling?”

      “I’ve lost a lot, too. I’ve lost my house, my standing in the community and also my close relationship with my daughter.”

      “She isn’t a pair of socks you’ve abandoned under the bed. You haven’t lost her. You chose something different.” Even as she said the words she was wondering what about me. Why wasn’t she on that list? Hadn’t she ever been important to him?

      She looked more closely at him and saw that he looked haggard. Why hadn’t she noticed that right away? If anything he looked worse than she did. Maybe having a girlfriend half his age was proving harder work than he’d imagined.

      “You need to leave now.” Before she picked up a skillet and clocked him over the head with it. That would give him the best headline he’d ever had in his time as editor. Shame he wouldn’t be alive to read it.

      He stood up. “Let me pay you, Grace. I don’t want you to lose money.”

      “I won’t lose money, because I’m not canceling.”

      It was difficult to know which of them was most surprised.

      David couldn’t have looked more dazed if she had clocked him over the head. “You’re surely not planning on going?”

      “Yes, I’m going. I’ve been looking forward to it for ages. Why would I cancel?”

      “Because—” He seemed lost for words, even though words were his job. “You don’t— You never— You travel with me. I’m the one who takes care of the passports and—”

      “I can carry my own passport, David. And yes, in the past we’ve traveled together but you now have a new traveling companion, so I’ll travel alone. If Lissa needs a trip to Europe, you can arrange your own.”

      “I— This isn’t like you.”

      “Maybe we don’t know each other as well as we thought.”

      “Maybe we don’t.” He took a deep breath. “Can I see Sophie?”

      “No.” She’d discovered a layer of steel inside her that she didn’t know she had. “You’ll upset her and she has a test tomorrow.”

      “I was the one who always reassured her before tests.”

      “Maybe, but right now she doesn’t find your presence reassuring. Call her tomorrow, and if she feels like seeing you then she can. It’s her decision.”

      She stalked to the front door and was relieved when he followed.

      She’d half expected him to make a dive for the stairs.

      He paused in the doorway, and his eyes were sad. “I know you’re never going to forgive me, but I didn’t want it to be this way, Grace.”

      She gave him a little shove and closed the door between them, not because she wanted to be rude, but because she didn’t trust herself not to break down and cry.

      She’d always believed she could control the things that happened in her life and keep her world in the shape she wanted it to be. Discovering that wasn’t the case was as frightening and heartbreaking as losing David.

      Tears poured down her cheeks. She couldn’t let Sophie see her this upset.

      She waited until David’s car disappeared into the distance, called up to Sophie to tell her where she was going and then drove to the one person who always made her feel safe.

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