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The Consequences. Colette Freedman
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isbn 9780758281036
Автор произведения Colette Freedman
Жанр Современная зарубежная литература
Издательство Ingram
CHAPTER 1
Tuesday, 24th December
Christmas Eve
As the car pulled up to the curb outside Logan’s Terminal C, Stephanie Burroughs leaned up toward the passenger’s seat, grabbing Izzie’s hand. “Thank you,” she whispered, her breath warm against her best friend’s ear. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
Izzie Wilson turned back to Stephanie. “You don’t have to go,” she said quickly, blinking away sudden tears. “You could stay with Dave and me over the holidays. You wouldn’t have to be alone.”
Stephanie shook her head. “What! And ruin your Christmas too? No, thanks. I’ve already decided: I’m going.”
As Dave got out and popped the trunk, Stephanie smiled conspiratorially. “Besides, I thought Mr. Romantic was going to propose at midnight tonight?”
“Ssssh!” Izzie pressed her fingers to Stephanie’s lips and glanced over her shoulder to where Dave was negotiating Stephanie’s large suitcase out of the trunk. He glanced up, spotted the two women looking at him and smiled his gap-toothed grin before he won the war with the Vuitton. They both saw him glance quickly at his watch. “He doesn’t think I know about tonight,” Izzie added, “though he’s done everything except update his Facebook status.”
“A Christmas Eve proposal is very romantic,” Stephanie reminded her.
“Just stay with us,” Izzie begged. “Please! I hate the thought of you leaving.”
“I’ll be fine,” Stephanie protested. “Thank you. I have to go; you know that. I want to go. I mean, I don’t want to spend another Christmas alone. I swore after last year that I’d never go through that again.”
A Boston cop tapped on the car window, motioning for them to move on.
“When will you be back?” Izzie watched Stephanie gather up her large purse and open the car door.
“I don’t know. I could only get a one-way ticket into Milwaukee. I’ll call you before the New Year.” She kissed her friend quickly, then jumped out of the car and collected her suitcase from Dave, gave him a quick peck on the cheek and wished him a Merry Christmas, before darting into the terminal.
“It’ll take us forever to get home,” Dave grumbled as he got back in, cranking up the heat as far as it would go. “She could have taken a taxi,” he muttered.
Although Izzie was dwarfed by Dave’s size and bulk, she wasn’t intimidated by him. “No, she couldn’t. She’s my best friend, and she’s just had an incredibly traumatic experience. I can’t even imagine what it was like when she opened the door and found Robert’s wife standing there!”
“If she hadn’t been playing around with the wife’s husband, she wouldn’t have found herself in that situation,” Dave suggested mildly.
Izzie opened her mouth to reply and then closed it again. She couldn’t argue with Dave; he was right, and she’d said as much to Stephanie on more than one occasion. She drew a pattern on the window with her finger as her warm breath fogged up the cold glass. She didn’t envy her best friend: If you date a married man, you eventually get burned. And she guessed that Stephanie’s misery was just beginning.
An airport on Christmas Eve: This was not how she’d planned to spend her holiday.
Stephanie Burroughs grabbed her iPad off of the security belt, and shoved it into her purse. She tugged on her black leather boots, gathered up her bags, and made her way through the chaos toward the gate.
She’d been hoping to spend Christmas Eve in the company—and the arms—of her lover. About this time, they should have been sitting in front of a crackling fire, sharing a nice bottle of Bordeaux between them, the house smelling of pine-scented candles, with Ella Fitzgerald singing Christmas carols low and muted on the stereo. After they’d had a glass or two, they would make love and then open their Christmas presents and maybe make love again.
She had started to build the fantasy a couple of weeks ago. She’d even bought the bottle—a ridiculously expensive 2001 Château Léoville Poyferré—and spent ages choosing the right CD and scented candles to help create the mood. But even as she’d been putting the various elements of her perfect Christmas Eve in place, she knew—deep in her heart—she knew that it wouldn’t happen.
Her lover would never be able to get away from his wife and children on Christmas Eve. He would want to spend the evening with his family.
His family.
And she was not part of that family. Part of his life certainly, but not part of his family.
But she’d accepted that, secure in the knowledge that Robert Walker, her lover of eighteen months, had finally agreed to tell his wife that he was going to leave her. He was going to tell her after Christmas, and then he and Stephanie would spend New Year’s Eve together. So, if she couldn’t have her Christmas Eve fantasy, at least she could make a New Year’s dream come true. A new start to the New Year with the man she loved.
Of course, that was before her encounter with Kathy Walker. Before Robert’s wife had come to Stephanie’s door and confronted her about the affair.
Which left her . . .
Which left her walking through Logan Airport, purposefully ignoring loving couples who were leaving on their well-planned Christmas vacations, whereas she was about to head off to see the family she had only recently told that she wasn’t planning to visit.
Stephanie turned into a gift shop; she needed to bring something back home, something Boston-ish. She’d already sent out her Christmas presents to her parents, four brothers, and two sisters, but she couldn’t turn up empty-handed. Most of the shelves were bare, and there were lines at the cash registers. She grabbed a box of saltwater taffy and a tin of fudge with a Red Sox logo. You couldn’t get more New England than that. It took almost fifteen minutes to be served. Then, she turned and headed down to gate 19.
Gate 19 was jammed.
Stephanie Burroughs looked around at the grim-faced men and women impatiently waiting for the last United flight of the day to Chicago and wondered who they were and why they were traveling. With Christmas falling in the middle of the week, she assumed most were office workers condemned to work right up to the last minute and then race for the plane to be home with their families for Christmas.
She never imagined she’d be one of them.
A few hours ago, it had been a normal Christmas Eve. She’d been happy—no, happy was too strong an emotion for what she’d been feeling. She’d been content. Yesterday, she hadn’t been sure how she felt about Robert’s telling his wife about their relationship. On the one hand she knew it had to be done: Robert had been stringing the two women along, lying to them both, lying to himself. So, he had to tell Kathy. According to him, relations between them had broken down a long time ago and Stephanie got the impression that the announcement might even come as a relief to the other woman. And Stephanie had felt a great deal of sympathy for the woman who was about to be told that her husband of eighteen years was going to leave her.
Then, six hours ago, Kathy Walker had appeared at Stephanie’s door. Forty-five minutes later, Robert had turned up.
And in the interim between Kathy’s and Robert’s arrivals, Stephanie had discovered several things. She had found that Kathy still loved Robert and, shockingly—terrifyingly—that