Lucy Gordon - Instant Father

A book in the Fabulous Fathers series, 1993

Youve simply got to face facts, Gavin. The figures dont look good. Hunter and Son is rapidly becoming a paper company-splendid on the surface, but nothing behind it but debt.

Gavin Hunters dark brows almost met as he frowned angrily. Hunter and Son has always been good for any amount of credit, he snapped.

The banker, who was also a friend insofar as Gavin Hunter had any friends, pulled a wry face. That was then. This is now. The great days of property are over. Interest rates rise as prices fall. Some of your hotels are only just hanging on. Since theyre mortgaged to the hilt, it wont even help you to sell them.

I dont want to sell, Gavin snapped. I want a small loan to keep me going. A mere quarter of a million pounds. In the past youve loaned me four times that without blinking.

In the past you had excellent collateral to back it up. Look, Im not sureWhats the matter? The banker had realized that Gavin was no longer listening to him. His attention was fixed on the television screen in the corner of the room. Is that disturbing you? I have it on to catch the news, but I can turn it off.

Turn the sound up, Gavin said hoarsely.

The screen was filled with a photograph of an amiable looking middle-aged man. The banker turned up the sound.

died today in a car crash that also killed his wife, Elizabeth. Tony Ackroyd was one of the worlds best-known naturalists, a man whod been prominent in

Gavin was gathering his things together, thrusting them hastily back into his briefcase. Dont you want to talk some more? the banker said.

Not just now. I have urgent business to attend to.

The banker frowned, then enlightenment dawned. Of course. Those two in the car crash-werent they-?

Yes, Gavin said harshly. They were my enemies.

As he headed north out of London he reflected that Liz hadnt always been his enemy. Once-and it was hard to imagine it now-hed been in love with her, had swept her off her feet with his ardor and into a doomed marriage. In retrospect he understood that theyd never had a chance, although for a time theyd been happy, or so hed thought. To all appearances they were a glorious couple, Liz with her long fair hair and ethereal beauty; Gavin with his dark good looks and his ability to turn whatever he touched into gold. They had a luxurious apartment in London, where Liz had given exquisite dinner parties. She was the perfect hostess and Gavin had been proud of her. Shed borne him a son, Peter, whom hed loved with all the force of his proud, intense nature. Hed built his dreams around Peter, looking forward to the day when he would be the son in Hunter and Son.

But Liz had blown the dreams apart when shed left him for Tony Ackroyd and stolen his four-year-old son. From that day shed been his enemy.

He could still hear her crying, I cant stand you any more. Business and money. Money and business. Thats all you think about.

And his own reply. I work for you and Peter.

Youre deluding yourself. You do it for yourself-and your father.

It was true hed striven to impress his father, but that was because he had a lot to live up to. William Hunter had built up a hotel chain from nothing and reared Gavin in the belief that it was a sons duty to outstrip his fathers achievements. Hed handed the business on with the implied demand for more, for bigger and better and bolder.

William was still alive, living in a convalescent home on the south coast, because that was the only place where his frail lungs could breathe. But his brain had stayed vigorous enough for him to bombard his son with a stream of letters containing unsolicited advice, most of it useless because his knowledge was out-of-date. Gavin had fielded the advice while expanding the business his own way. The strain had been considerable, but hed trusted Liz to understand. And shed failed him.

Cuckolded, he thought, taking a bitter satisfaction in the robust, old-fashioned word. Cuckolded by a sissy, a man with long hair and a beard, who went about with a vague air as if he didnt know what day it was-a man who talked to animals, of all things! Tonys a better man than you, Liz had flung at him. But that had been just spite.

He stepped on the gas. He wanted to get as near as possible to Strand House before the light faded.

Strand House. He could almost see it before him, exactly as hed first set eyes on it, the great eighteenth-century mansion looking out over the sea. As a boy William had worked there, doing carpentry for the aristocratic family who owned it. Later, when hed made his fortune, it had been his dream to own the place. He hadnt succeeded, but Gavin did. The family had fallen on hard times and hed badgered them until they sold up. The proudest day of Gavins life had been when he could show William the title deeds in his possession. But even then William had found cause for complaint.

Why isnt it in your sole name? hed snapped.

For tax reasons, Dad, Gavin had explained patiently. Itll be a lot cheaper if its in Lizs name too. Dont worry. Its only on paper.

But it hadnt worked out like that. Liz had fallen in love with the house and the sea, wanted to make a home there. Hed explained that their home had to be in London.

Thats not a home, shed told him. Thats just a base for exhibiting to people you want to overwhelm. I want a home.

Because he didnt understand her, hed tried to pass it off as a joke. Dont people say home is where the heart is?

And shed answered, in terrible bitterness, Thats for people who have hearts, Gavin.

Hed concealed his hurt and stood his ground. Strand House was going to be the jewel of the Hunter hotel chain. He had the plans all drawn up: the indoor swimming pool created from the huge conservatory, the sauna in what was now the billiard room, and the golf course that would occupy the grounds, making use of the beautiful lawns that the family had tended for centuries.

But before he could put the plans into effect Liz had run away, taking Peter. As a final twist of the screw shed betrayed him once more, claiming her half of the house in the divorce settlement. Hed fought her to the last ditch, but hed lost. The court had awarded her half of Strand House with the right to live there, provided she paid him rent for his half. It had also awarded her custody of Peter.

Hed driven through the night then, as he was doing now, and arrived at the house like a maddened bull. It was early in the day, but there was no sign of Liz or that sponger, as he referred to Tony in his head. Hed charged through the house and out again onto the ground, searching madly, driven by a terrible fear that theyd taken his son abroad.

At last hed found someone who looked like the gardeners boy, dressed in shabby jeans, sweater and an ancient hat, and digging a trench in the middle of a perfect lawn. He drew an angry breath at the thought of his ruined golf course. Hey you! he snapped. What do you think youre doing?

The battered hat had lifted and he found himself staring into the face of a young woman who couldnt have been more than eighteen. She had a curious face, not beautiful but full of life and personality, with a hint of humor lurking not far below the surface. Her only claim to good looks lay in her eyes, which were large, brown and warm. For the rest, her nose was too long, her mouth too wide and her chin too stubborn, yet the total effect was oddly pleasing. Or would have been, if Gavin had been in a mood to be pleased. Right now her mood seemed as belligerent as his own. Are you talking to me? she enquired.