Jessica Hart - Barefoot Bride

2007

GUESS who I bumped into in town?

Beth bounced down the steps into the garden and plonked herself onto the lounger next to Alice.

Alice had spent a blissful morning by the pool, feeling the tension slowly unwinding as the tropical heat seeped into her bones, and guiltily enjoying some time on her own. There was a puppyish enthusiasm about Rogers wife that could be quite exhausting at times, and, ever since she had arrived two days ago, Alice had been conscious of how hard Beth was trying to distract her from the fact that Tony was getting married tomorrow.

No one could be kinder or sunnier-natured than Beth, though, and Alice would have been very fond of her even if she wasnt married to Roger. And this was, after all, Beths pool that she had been lying beside all morning. A good guest would be opening her eyes and sitting up to take an interest in her hostesss morning.

On the other hand, Beth had told her to relax before shed gone out. Alice had done as she was told, and was now so relaxed she honestly couldnt summon the energy to open her eyes, let alone care which of Beths many acquaintances she had met in town.

UmmElvis? she suggested lazily, enjoying the faint stir of warm breeze that ruffled the parasol above her.

No! Beth tsk-tsked at Alices failure to take her exciting news more seriously, but she was much too nice to take offence. Someone we knowAt least, I think you know him, she added, suddenly dubious. Im pretty sure that you do, anyway.

That meant it could be anybody. Beth was unfailingly sociable, and gathered lame ducks under her wing wherever she went. When Roger and Beth had lived in London, Alice had often been summoned to parties where Beth fondly imagined her disparate friends would all bond and find each other as interesting as she did.

Sadly, Alice was by nature as critical and prickly as Beth was sweet and kind. She settled herself more comfortably on her lounger, resting an arm over her eyes and resigning herself to one of her friends breathless accounts of someone Alice had met for five minutes several years ago, and who she had most likely hoped never to see again.

I give up, she said.

At least she wouldnt have to pay much attention for the next few minutes. Beths stories tended to be long, and were often so muddled that she would get lost in the middle of them. All Alice would be required to do was to interject an occasional Really? or the odd Oh? between encouraging murmurs. Who did you meet? she asked dutifully.

It was the cue Beth had been waiting for.

Will Paxman, she said.

Alices eyes snapped open. What? she demanded, jerking upright. Who?

Will Paxman, Beth repeated obligingly. He was a friend of Rogers from universityWell, you must have known him, too, Alice, she went on with an enquiring look.

Yes, said Alice in a hollow voice. Yes, I did.

How strange. She had convinced herself that shed forgotten Will, or at least succeeded in consigning him firmly to the past, but all it had taken was the sound of his name to conjure up his image in heart-twisting detail.

Will. Will with the quiet, serious face and the stern mouth, and the disconcertingly humorous grey eyes. Will, who had made her heart jump every time hed smiled his unexpected smile. He had asked her to marry him three times, and three times she had said no.

Alice had spent years telling herself that she had done the right thing.

She felt very odd. The last four years had been consumed by Tony, and shed been braced for memories of him, not Will. Ever since Tony had left, she had done her best to armour herself against the pain of if onlys and what might have beens, to convince herself that she had moved on, only to be ambushed now by the past from quite a different direction.

Alice was totally unprepared to think about Will. She had thought that relationship was long over, and that she was safe from those memories at least, but now all Beth had to do was say his name and Alice was swamped by the old turbulence, uncertainty and bitter-sweetness of that time.

Beth was chatting on, oblivious to Alices discomposure. I didnt recognize him straight away, but there was something really familiar about him. Ive only met him a couple of times, and the last time was at our wedding, so thatshow long?

Eight years, said Alice, carefully expressionless.

Eight years since Will had kissed her one last, fierce time. Eight years since he had asked her to marry him. Eight years since he had turned and walked away out of her life.

Its hard to believe Roger has put up with me for that long! Beth smiled, but Alice had seen the faint shadow cross her eyes and knew that her friend was thinking of the years she had spent trying to conceive. She and Roger had been open about their plans to start a family as soon as they were married, but it hadnt worked out that way. And, although they were unfailingly cheerful in company, Alice knew the sadness they both felt at their inability to have the children they wanted so much.

Where did you meet Will? she asked, wanting to distract Beth.

In the supermarket, of all places! Alice was pleased to see Beths expression lighten as she swung her legs up onto the lounger and settled herself into a more comfortable position to recount her story. Isnt that an amazing coincidence? I mean, bumping into someone in a supermarket isnt that unusual, I know, but a supermarket in St Bonaventure? What are the odds of us all ending up on a tiny island in the Indian Ocean at the same time?

Will is a marine ecologist, Alice felt obliged to point out. I guess the Indian Ocean isnt that odd a place to find him. Its more of a coincidence that Rogers been posted here. Not many bankers get to work on tropical islands.

No, were so lucky, Beth agreed happily. Its like being sent to Paradise for two years! And, now youre here, and Wills here, its not even as if weve had to leave all our friends behind.

She beamed at Alice, who immediately wondered if Beth was hatching a plan for a cosy foursome. It was the kind of thing Beth would do. It was Beth who had suggested that Alice come out for an extended visit while Tony was getting married.

There are lots of single men out here, she had told Alice. They wont be able to believe their luck when you turn up! A few weeks of uncritical adoration, and you wont care about Tony any more!

Alice had no fault to find with this programme in principle, but not with Will. He knew her too well to adore her, and the last thing she wanted was Beth taking him aside and telling him how poor Alices world had fallen apart. He might be persuaded to take pity on her, and pretend he didnt remember how she had boasted of the great life she was going to have without him.

She would have to squash any matchmaking ideas Beth might have right now.

Im only here for six weeks, she reminded Beth. And Wills probably just on holiday too. I dont suppose either of us will want to waste our precious holiday on politely catching-up on old times, she added rather crushingly.

Oh, Wills not on holiday, said Beth. Hes working here on some long-term environmental project. Something to do with the reef, I think.

But youd have met him already if hed been working here, Alice objected. St Bonaventure is such a tiny place, you must know everybody!

We do, but Wills only been here a week, he said. I got the impression that he knows the island quite well, and that hes been here on various short trips, probably before Roger and I came out. But this is the first time hes brought his family with him, so I imagine theyre going to settle here for a while.