Sommersgate House (Ghosts and Reincarnation #2)(55)

Next it was Lizzie’s turn. She wanted something to eat.

“You don’t have to ask, honey,” Julia explained. “Do you want some help?”

“No, I’m okay,” Lizzie replied and slunk toward the kitchen, still in the depths of her despair but Julia had little time to respond to it when Willie arrived.

“Ruby just walked in and changed the programme,” he shouted angrily. “I was watching it and she said you told her –”

Julia started to rise but Douglas lithely beat her to it.

“I’ll take care of it,” he declared to her stunned surprise.

Willie stalked off with Douglas trying to match his uncle’s ground eating strides.

Julia gave it ten minutes then she went in search of them, her assumption being that Douglas would need some kind of assistance.

Willie and Lizzie were alone, eating potato chips in the lounge, watching television.

Douglas and Ruby were not there. Nor were they in the study or kitchen. They couldn’t have gone to the drawing room without her noticing them but she did use the back hall to check the billiards room, morning room and finally the library. No luck.

She climbed the stone staircase, her steps muffled by the deep-pile, rich burgundy runner and she found them in Ruby’s room.

Douglas was seated on the floor, his back to the wall, his long, muscular legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles.

Ruby lay beside him on her back, her head on his thigh, her legs cocked with one foot resting on her other knee while she listened with rapt attention to him reading her a story, her eyes gazing dreamily at the ceiling.

Julia silently registered this shocking scene and crept quietly away before either of them saw her. She didn’t like what the sight of that scene made her think or feel so she tamped down any thoughts and definitely all feelings and went back to her work.

Douglas joined her some time later and informed her Ruby was in bed, asleep.

“Thank you,” Julia replied with a brief inclination of her head and a curt tone.

He didn’t respond, just settled back with his book, the picture of patience and good will. It made her want to grit her teeth.

Shortly after, she called to the other two to come and give them kisses goodnight and, once Willie and Lizzie had accomplished this chore, Julia allowed them time to prepare for bed before she rose to go to Lizzie’s room.

“Where are you going?” Douglas asked, his eyes warm on her which made her knees go weak (a reaction she firmly ignored).

“I need to tuck Lizzie in. I do it every night,” Julia replied, ignoring his soft gaze.

She watched as Douglas got to his feet.

“I’ll do it,” he told her, surprising her, and turned to walk away. Then, after only a step, he turned back and asked, “How, exactly, do I do it?”

She forced down a smile at his disgruntled expression, too pleased that he was going to make an effort with Lizzie to be angry and she calmly explained.

He nodded but didn’t move.

“Yes?” she prompted.

“Why am I doing it? She’s twelve years old.”

“Because Gavin did it,” Julia explained quietly.

His face changed almost imperceptibly and she expected him to refuse. However, to her relief and gratitude (which Julia felt but did not express), he nodded again and left.

She didn’t creep up to see it, didn’t think she could bear it and instead she escaped to her own room and refused to allow herself to think about it or, indeed, anything at all.

The night hadn’t, thankfully, repeated itself since. Julia couldn’t have borne up against that gentle of an onslaught. She had to trust that this was a genuine effort on his part and not Douglas using the children to get to her and thus breaking their only rule.

However, it had caused a slight change in Lizzie’s behaviour as she seemed to have a bit more bounce in her step from that night onward. Julia never asked her about it but vowed that even if nothing went right for her and Douglas, she would always be thankful for his one night of kindness.

Julia turned to her dressing table and picked up her perfume. Since that day when Douglas told her (not asked her, told her), he was going to marry her, she hadn’t used her normal scent. She told herself she wasn’t using it because she didn’t want to run out. Instead she put on the expensive French perfume her mother bought her every Christmas. It was a leftover from Sean, who used to buy it for her and she loved it so much she still used it occasionally even though it reminded her of her hated ex-husband.

And, Julia decided, she could use reminding of rotten, selfish men who did whatever vile thing they had to do to get what they wanted.

Everyone was to gather in the library for drinks before dinner and when she arrived, Douglas, Sam and Oliver were there as were all the children.

“You look pretty!” Ruby shouted and Julia stopped to bend down and kiss the top of her head as Ruby ogled her shoes. “I love your shoes,” she drawled out the word “love” dramatically, giving it about five syllables and Julia laughed.

“You can have them when I’m done with them, Ruby-girl,” Julia promised her niece.

“Wicked!” she shouted Willie’s favourite word and the next thing she knew, Douglas was pressing a martini in her hand.

“‘Pretty’ is not the word I would use,” he said in her ear and she flashed him a false courteous smile. “You smell lovely, something new?” he inquired lazily, his amused grin telling her that he was on to her game.