A flash of movement caught her eye. Something was out there. She squinted, looking harder, but now she couldn’t see anything. Perhaps the ceaseless fall of the snow was playing tricks on her vision.
But then a figure came into view just beyond the low garden wall. A man wearing a padded jacket and gloves, his head down, a thick scarf around his neck. He pushed at the gate a few times as though the latch was stuck, but finally freed it. As he hurried down the path, he lifted his head, causing Grace to cry out in amazement.
She rushed into the hallway and flung open the door. ‘James! What the hell are you doing here?’ She threw herself into his embrace, feeling absolutely safe as he wrapped his strong arms around her.
‘What a welcome!’ James stepped back, his face glowing.
Grace heard Annabel behind her. ‘Well, well, well … look what the cat dragged in.’ When she looked around, Annabel was smiling.
‘Happy Christmas, Grace!’ James said.
‘Did you know about this?’ Grace demanded, grinning at Annabel.
‘She invited me,’ James confirmed, as Grace looked from one to the other.
‘I don’t believe it.’ Grace hugged James again. While she kept telling herself that things would work out, with James here she felt more confident about being right.
Grace and James had been best mates since university, and beyond, until James had headed off to Switzerland to work in a bank. His departure had been hasty. She vividly recalled the night James had introduced her to Adam in a bar as a friend of a friend. The way he’d watched them as they’d hit it off. Now she could see his face dropping. Now she could see the tension in his arm as he repeatedly lifted his pint to his mouth. Back then, she had completely missed it – right up until the time, a year later, that she and Adam had held their engagement party and James had got horribly drunk, stormed out and thrown up on the pavement. That night, he had told her that he loved her, and that he had been waiting patiently in the background for Grace to figure out that she loved him too.
It was as though she had never known her best friend. She realised he’d never had a girlfriend that she could remember, only a few one-night stands. Why hadn’t he said something much, much earlier? she admonished him. He’d been too scared of rejection, he’d admitted. Instead he’d hoped to see something in her face one day that meant she had discovered her own feelings for him. After that, he’d buried his face in his hands.
Once James was in Switzerland they had never spoken about it again. Neither of them wanted to risk saying or doing anything that might finally sever their bond.
Nevertheless, it was all history as far as Grace was concerned. James had come to France in the aftermath of Adam’s disappearance. He had held her tightly while she sobbed herself to sleep. Taken her out to try and distract her. And shown her a picture of his new Swiss girlfriend – ‘taken from a magazine,’ Annabel suggested slyly behind his back. However, later on they had visited Grace, and James had looked very proud as he’d put his arm around Natasha and introduced them.
‘I’m surprised you made it through the snow,’ Annabel was saying to James, as Grace tuned back in to the conversation.
‘You’re telling me!’ James said as he took off his coat and shoes. ‘Where the hell is this, Grace? The drive here has been crazy – I’ve hardly been able to see more than ten metres. I’ve practically been hallucinating – I was half-expecting to come across Santa’s cottage and find him tending his reindeers and filling up his sleigh …’
They all went back through to the lounge. After they had plied James with wine and he’d warmed up a bit, he explained, ‘I called your mum and dad, as I actually fancied a beautiful French Christmas, and that’s when they told me you’d locked yourself away in the wilderness up here with nothing but a toddler and a list of things to do for company – oh, and a minx of a sister …’ he added, looking across at Annabel.
Annabel pretended to punch his arm. ‘Bet they didn’t tell you she’s got a hottie helping her with the cottage.’
‘Which is probably the only reason Annabel’s actually staying here,’ Grace put in, ‘since I have been working my butt off, and Annabel is actually a one-woman tour group, distracting my employee and roaming the moors with him under the pretext of researching an article that I’ve seen no sign of her writing.’
‘Now, now, ladies,’ James said, settling back on the sofa with his wine, ‘I can see I arrived just in time to stop you two from pulling each other’s hair out.’
‘How’s Natasha?’ Annabel asked.
James’s face fell. ‘It’s over.’ Resignation propped up his smile as he added, ‘Drifted apart.’