But yes, he had. She could see it in the bleak grey eyes watching her with hard determination. He was a wealthy and successful single man with a young daughter to bring up. No doubt he had been the victim of some degree of matchmaking, but that was no reason for him to think that she …
The red tints in her chestnut hair weren't there for nothing; her temper, normally well controlled and kept in check, refused to be subdued. She opened her mouth to tell him just what she thought of him and his insinuations, but found the hot words stifled in her throat as he suddenly forestalled her and demanded icily,
Have I made myself clear, Mrs Richards?'
He was standing up now. Business concluded, interview over, Claire thought acidly.
Explicitly,' she told him in a voice as cold as his own, a spark of rage intensifying the greeny gold of her eyes. Although she didn't know it, her anger had left a soft flush staining her cheekbones, and had brought a slight quiver to her mouth. She looked more vulnerable than fierce, but since she could not see her own expression she was unaware of the reason for the cynical and faintly brooding expression in those cold grey eyes,
However, even if she didn't know the reason for it, she knew that it existed and that was enough to make her say bitingly, I assure you you have nothing to fear from me. I'm no more in the market for a husband than you are for a wife, Mr Fraser. Believe me, a man in my life is the very last thing I want. Lucy and I are perfectly happy as we are.' Her flush deepened betrayingly as she saw the way he looked around her small and rather shabbily furnished sitting-room, and instinctively her fingers curled into her palms. One of the disadvantages of being only five-foot-one was that people sometimes tended to forget that she was a fully grown adult. The look Jay Fraser was turning on her now was one he might have given a slightly dim adolescent. Maybe her home wasn't much by his standards, but she loved it, and whatever he might choose to think there was no way she would ever want to change it for something like Whitegates.
Her resentment against him incited her onwards.
If you must know, I invited Heather to come back and have tea with us because I felt sorry for her.'
She had got him on the raw there, she saw with a pleasurable stab of satisfaction.
Oh, I can see you find that hard to believe, Mr Fraser. Heather might have all the comforts a wealthy father can provide, but a busy businessman doesn't always have time for the little cares and worries of a small child. Mrs Roberts didn't strike me as a particularly sympathetic mother-substitute … ' She took a deep breath and then rushed on, In fact it seemed to me that Heather is frightened of her.'
She saw from the white line of rage circling his mouth that he was furious with her.
Heather doesn't need your pity,' he told her sharply, and now if you wouldn't mind calling her in for me, I think it's time that both I and my daughter left.'
It was perhaps unfortunate that Heather chose to give her a brief and very shy hug before she left, but there was no way she was going to reject the little girl's hesitant affection, Claire told herself as she bent down to hug her back. She didn't like the bitter glance that Jay Fraser gave her as he took Heather's hand and led her away, but if he thought he could simply walk into her house and insult her the way he had …
It was perhaps just as well that tomorrow was Saturday, she reflected later, listening to Lucy's chatter as she got her ready for bed. The little girl was full of her new friend and all the things they were going to do together, happily oblivious to the fact that her new friend's father was probably telling his daughter right at this moment that the friendship was over.
In a way his insinuations were almost laughable. Any sort of involvement with any man was so totally opposite to what she wanted …
There had only ever been one sexual experience in her life, and that had led to Lucy's conception, and while Claire loved her child with all her heart, the manner of her conception was something that still caused her nightmares. She had no desire for any sort of intimacy with a man; quite the opposite, and so for her, marriage was something that was completely out. Her fear and abhorrence of sex went very deep and was something she normally avoided thinking about. It was less painful that way.
After Lucy's birth her doctor had suggested some sort of counselling, but she had refused. She hadn't been able to bear to discuss her feelings with anyone. She couldn't even examine them in the privacy of her own thoughts.
On Saturday morning Claire had to call at the post office to buy some more eggs. They were delivered fresh each day from one of the local farms, and were a relatively inexpensive and nourishing source of healthy food for both her and Lucy. Fortunately the little girl adored them, and Claire left her examining the treats on the sweet counter while she went to pay for her purchases.
She was just moving away from the counter when she recognised one of her neighbours standing in the queue behind her-nothing moved quickly in the post office; it was the local centre for receiving and sorting gossip.
Her neighbour was an overweight, untidy woman in her late sixties with a faintly overbearing manner. She had come round to introduce herself just after they had moved in, and had almost immediately informed Claire that she was likely to have a problem with her roof. It seemed that most of the cottages had had their roof timbers and slates replaced the previous winter, and that Claire's had been one of the few that had not. She herself had already noticed several loose slates, and she was still worrying about the horrendous expense that would be involved.
Now Mrs Turner smiled eagerly at her and commented in a loud voice, Wasn't that the little Fraser girl I saw you with yesterday? Poor little scrap; I feel so sorry for her, poor little mite, rattling around in that great big house, with no one but Amy Roberts for company. And she's never been one for children. Of course, her father really should get married again. She needs a mother, that's as plain as the nose on your face.'
Speculation gleamed in the pale blue eyes, and Claire had to fight down an impulse to be rude to her.
Heather and Lucy are at school together,' she said instead, forcing what she hoped was a careless smile. You know how it is with little girls of that age: a new "best friend" every week.'
She knew quite well that the entire queue was listening, and she only hoped that they picked up the message she was giving out. She could just imagine Jay Fraser's reaction if it got back to him that they were the subject of village gossip.
Luckily Lucy had grown bored with the sweet tray, and so Claire was able to escape from the shop.
It was a pleasantly warm late summer day and she intended to spend it working in the garden. The old lady who lived next door to her had complained during the week that she no longer had the energy to maintain her own garden, and Claire had tentatively offered to take charge of it for her.
In response, Mrs Vickers had thanked her and agreed, but had insisted that Claire had her pick of the raspberries and plums.
For lunch, Claire had made Lucy's favourite ice cream with some of their own strawberries, and on an impulse she took a covered bowl of the sweet round to her older neighbour.
Knowing how proud and independent older people could be she was touched by the enthusiasm with which Mrs Vickers accepted her gift.
Home-made ice cream-I love it,' the old lady told her with a shy smile. My stepmother used to make it for us … ' She sighed faintly. Why is it that the older one gets, the more one returns to the past? There were five of us, you know, three girls and two boys. Our mother died having a sixth. When our father first brought Mary home and told us she was going to be our new mother I hated her. She was less than fifteen years older than I was myself, but she was so patient with us, and so kind. Very modern in her ways too. She insisted that my father let us girls stay on at school, and never made us do more in the house than the boys-and housework was hard in those days. She had three children of her own to look after as well as us five. All that washing … and the cooking! My father used to come home for his lunch, and he expected a three-course meal on the table … and another at night. But she was always cheerful. I see you had young Heather Fraser round yesterday. Poor little thing. If ever anyone needed mothering it was her.'
Claire, who had been listening to the old lady's reminiscences with interest, tensed slightly.
Heather has a mother, Mrs Vickers,' she pointed out coolly.
She has someone who calls herself her mother,' corrected Mrs Vickers stubbornly. Never gave a thought to her from the moment she was born, she didn't. Always off out, leaving the baby with anyone she could get to look after her, and once she met that American … Many's the time her father's come into the village to buy the poor child something for her tea because her mother'd gone out without feeding her.'