The Husband's Secret(127)
“Once you’re dressed,” said Tess. “Go put your jeans on. And your rugby top. It’s chillier than I thought.”
“All right,” said Liam, and slouched off.
She tapped out a text to Connor: We’ll see you on the oval in half an hour. xx.
Just before she was about to hit Send, she deleted the kisses. In case the therapist thought that was leading him on. Then she thought of all the actual kissing they’d done last night. Ridiculous. She may just as well kiss him in a text message. She made it three kisses and went to hit Send, but then she wondered if three kisses were over the top and changed it to one kiss, but that seemed stingy compared to his two, as if she was trying to make a point. She made a tch sound, added back in the second kiss and hit Send. She looked up to see her mother watching her.
“What?” she said.
“Careful,” said her mother.
“What do you mean by that exactly?” There was a truculent tone in Tess’s voice she recognized from her teenage years.
“I just mean you don’t want to go so far down a path you can’t come back,” said her mother.
Tess glanced at the back door to check that Liam was inside. “There’s nothing to come back for! Obviously, there must have been something badly wrong with our marriage—”
“Rubbish!” interrupted her mother with such vehemence that Tess was taken aback. “Bollocks! That’s a total fallacy. That’s the sort of rubbish you read in women’s magazines. This is what happens in life. People mess up. We’re designed to be attracted to one another. It absolutely does not mean there was something wrong with your marriage. I’ve seen you and Will together. I know how much you love each other.”
“But Mum, Will fell in love with Felicity. It wasn’t just a drunken kiss at an office party. It’s love.” She frowned at her fingernails and lowered her voice to a whisper. “And maybe I’m falling in love with Connor.”
“So what? People fall in and out of love all the time. I fell in love with Beryl’s son-in-law just the other week. It’s not some sign that your marriage was damaged.” Lucy took a bite of her hot cross bun and spoke with her mouth full. “Of course, it’s very badly damaged now.”
Tess guffawed and lifted her palms. “So there you go. We’re stuffed.”
“Not if you’re both prepared to let go of your egos.”
“It’s not just about our egos,” said Tess irritably. This was ridiculous. Her mother wasn’t making any sense. Beryl’s son-in-law, for heaven’s sake.
“Oh, Tess, my darling, at your age everything is about your ego.”
“So, what are you saying? I should forget my ego and beg Will to come back to me?”
Lucy rolled her eyes. “Of course not. I’m just saying don’t burn your bridges by jumping straight into a relationship with Connor. You have to think about Liam. He—”
Tess was outraged. “I am thinking about Liam!” She paused. “Did you think about me when you and Dad split up?”
Her mother gave her a small, humble smile. “Maybe not as much as we should have.” She lifted her teacup and put it back down again. “Sometimes I look back, and think, goodness me, we took our feelings so seriously. Everything was black-and-white. We got into our positions and that was that. We wouldn’t budge. Whatever happens, don’t get all rigid, Tess. Be prepared to be a bit . . . bendy.”
“Bendy,” repeated Tess.
Her mother held up one hand and tilted her head.