Kate's Return by Rachel Cray

Author:Rachel Cray
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: steamy romance
Publisher: Maryon Westerfield Publishing
Published: 2016-05-05T00:00:00+00:00

ABOUT HALF AN HOUR after I had got home that evening, my phone rang.

“Kate, it’s Simon. I’m dreadfully sorry about this, but I’ve just had a message from my office in London. They want me back. Straight away. There’s a meeting a nine tomorrow morning and I have to be there.”

“But that’s about four hours drive. When are you going?”

“In the next twenty minutes, as soon as I’ve packed. Beth is staying, and she’ll see you in the morning, as planned. It’s lucky that we both came in our own cars.”

I was speechless. I had begun formulating ideas about what I would say to him when we were out together the next day. In an instant, everything had evaporated into the night air.

“Are you still there, Kate?”

“Yes.”

“Look, I really am sorry about this. But we’ve had some fun, haven’t we? Maybe we can do something again, if you come down to Maybourne. Thanks for everything. You’re a great girl, Kate.”

And he hung up. ‘We’ve had some fun, haven’t we?’ Was that the sum total of everything that had happened over the last couple of days?

I went to my bedroom, and picked up the pillow on which Simon had laid his head. I could smell the remnants of his sweat in the hollow. I punched the pillow. I kicked it. I picked it up off the floor and threw it against the wall. I was angry that I had been wasting my time with this worthless know-it-all; he had been a real disappointment in the bedroom department, and I had sought to improve his performance. I was angry that I had placed so much hope in this man, and all that optimism had been tossed aside with a throwaway line, ‘had some fun’.

At least I didn’t have to visit the Maybourne seraph for an answer now. But if not Simon, then who?

There was Mike, of course. He knew how to give me a thrill. But if I was moving out of this place soon, he wouldn’t be staying in my life for much longer. Perhaps Arthur had a friend that might be the kind of man I needed. Maybe a professional type who moved in all the best circles, someone who could get me out of this rut. Yes, I know, teaching is an honourable profession: I’d never dispute that. It’s just that I didn’t want to remain as a teacher forever. I thought there were other things I could do; conceivably there might be some untapped creative talent lurking within me.

I went to bed while these questions were still swimming round in my brain. I didn’t get much sleep.

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