Page 105 of The Importance of Being Emma
‘In case I get to shag Mark tonight.’
I nearly crashed into George’s Mercedes. Somehow I hadn’t envisaged things happening so quickly. On the other hand, Mark and I hadn’t exactly held back at Forbury Manor; at least, I hadn’t.I need you to undo my dress . . . Kiss me . . . Don’t stop . . . Not now . . .
Harriet was clutching at her seat belt. ‘Shit, Emma, did you forget where the brakes were?’
I reversed to a safe distance behind the Mercedes, yanked on the handbrake and said stiffly, ‘I expect you’ll tell me if you don’t need a lift home.’
‘Knowing my luck,’ she said, with a snigger, ‘there’ll be loads of snow andeveryone’ll be staying at Donwell for the night. What a friggin’ thought!’
What a frigging thought indeed. Well, I wouldn’t be hanging around while Harriet and Mark . . . No, I’d get home if it killed me.
‘Let’s go inside, it’s freezing.’ I slammed my car door shut and walked briskly to the house while she scrambled out of thepassenger side to join me. I stood on the front step and rang the bell, my heart pounding as I waited for Mark to open the door. But it was Gusty who came, swathed in a garish orange sari, waving a clipboard and chanting, like some deranged Tibetan monk, ‘George andSaffron . . .David andSandy . . .’
‘Excuse us.’ I pushed past her into the warmth, dragging Harriet with me.
Gusty clicked her tongue and studied her clipboard. ‘Emmurrr Woodhouse, yes, you’re on my list.’ The word ‘unfortunately’ hung unspoken in the air. ‘No Henry tonight?’
‘’Fraid not,’ I said, smiling at a harassed-looking Mrs Burn as she emerged from the kitchen. ‘Hello, Mrs B, where shall I put our coats?’
Before Mrs Burn could answer, Gusty said officiously, ‘Don’t distract her, she’ll tidy them away later.’ She gave Harriet a withering glance. ‘But I wouldn’t takeyourrrsoff yet, I don’t seem to have the name Smith on my list.’
I slipped off my coat and helped Harriet with hers. ‘Your list’s wrong, I’ve seen Harriet’s invitation. Mark even added a personal message.’
Harriet blushed and her eyes sparkled. Suddenly, I could see how her simplicity and self-consciousness might appeal to Mark. Then I noticed her new dress: four skimpy panels of black patent leather with sugar-pink voile inserts, leaving very little to the imagination. All I could think was that she must have had to travel a long way from Highbury to find something so bizarre.
‘Through here, Harriet.’ I dropped our coats over the banister and hurried her into the drawing room before Gusty could put my thoughts into words.
The first person I saw was Mark, his elegant stone-coloured trousers and black polo-neck jumper fitting like a second skin. His eyes lingered on Harriet’s dress, but his expression was inscrutable.
He walked over to us. ‘Glad you could both make it.’
‘We nearly didn’t,’ I said drily. ‘Gusty makes a very good bouncer.’
‘God, what have I done to deserve that woman?’ He grimaced. ‘She and Philip weren’t even invited, they just turned up saying Mrs Burn asked them along to help. Not that Gusty’s doing much. She seems to be using this as a networking opportunity and handing out her business cards to anything that moves.’
‘Not quite anything, she didn’t bother with us. Where’s Philip?’ I scanned the room anxiously. I couldn’t face any embarrassing scenes between him and Harriet tonight. Especially if I had to watch Mark being a knight in shining armour again.
He gave an exasperated sigh. ‘Would you believe he’s setting up a cookery demonstration in the conservatory? It’s Gusty’s idea of an icebreaker. I’ve told her there’s no need to break any ice, we’ve all known each other for years.’ He grinned at Harriet. ‘Actually, that’s not quite true, you’ve never met my father and stepmother, have you? Let me introduce you.’ He was about to lead her away when he added, as if it was an afterthought, ‘They’re looking forward to seeing you again, Emma.’
I fixed a bright smile on my face. ‘You two go ahead, I need a quick word with Kate first.’
Kate and Tom were holding hands by the fireplace, in a world of their own. It was a pity to interrupt them, but I certainly didn’t want to play gooseberry to Mark and Harriet.
‘How are you?’ I said, my eyes on Mark as he guided Harriet over to George and Saffron, his long tanned fingers in the small of her back.
‘Fantastic.’ Kate sounded excited. ‘Guess what happened today?’
‘What?’ My response was automatic, my attention elsewhere. Across the room, Harriet seemed to be making an impression; Mark and George were laughing, while Saffron looked distinctly frosty — although that in itself was nothing unusual.
Kate was saying, ‘I had an ultrasound scan. Oh Emma, we actually saw our baby!’
I roused myself with an effort. ‘Oh yes, the scan, wonderful.’ She’d mentioned the appointment to me on New Year’s Eve; normally I’d have rung her this afternoon and asked all about it, but I’d completely forgotten.
‘An amazing experience,’ Tom added. ‘Something I never had with Flynn. By the way, he’ll be here soon. He’s coming direct from the station, had to go up to London unexpectedly, a big meeting with the BBC.’
‘It was very kind of Mark to invite him,’ Kate put in, ‘especially as he’s never met George and Saffron.’
Just then Harriet came dashing over to us. ‘This house freaks me out, it’s so posh, innit? Except I’m sure those are Skir wine glasses from Ikea, two for a fiver, although Saffron says hers are from Harrods, she’d never be seen dead in Ikea. Is that her idea of a joke?’
