Luke ruffled his hair. ‘She certainly is,’ he said brightly, ‘and I hope I’m your friend too … yours and Amy’s?’ He turned his attention to her, but she made no reply. Instead she wondered what kind of man he was, to lie like that, even to the boy.
‘Thank you for a lovely time,’ she told him, for it had been wonderful – until he spoiled it, she thought regretfully.
In a minute he was in his car and driving back the way they had just come.
‘You’re a damned fool, Hammond!’ he told himself. ‘You should have been truthful from the start, especially with a woman like Amy.’
He thought about his situation and the way he was forever torn two ways. He thought about his unhappy, mundane life and the split between the man he was and the man he wanted to be, and he wondered if sometimes his fantasies got in the way of real life. He hoped not. For if that was the case, it might well be the first step to madness.
‘Why aren’t we going to see Daisy?’ Johnny was bitterly disappointed. ‘You said we could.’
‘I know I did, and I’m sorry.’ Having rushed the boy and herself across the marketplace, Amy had paid the tram fare and now they were in their seats and on the way home. ‘We stayed too long away,’ she said. ‘It’s too late to go to Daisy’s.’
‘Can we see her tomorrow?’
Amy recalled something Maureen had said that morning. ‘I think your mammy said she was going into town tomorrow,’ she answered. ‘Maybe you’ll see Daisy then.’
She wondered whether to tell Daisy about today, or if it might be better not to mention it at all. But then, Johnny was sure to say something. But even if he did, she mused, there was no reason why Daisy should know that the man involved was Luke Hammond himself.
The name was emblazoned in her mind. Luke Hammond. A wealthy man. A man of secrets.
Johnny busied himself looking out the window. ‘I saw your picture.’
Amy had been deep in thought. ‘Sorry, sweetheart, what did you say?’
He turned to look at her. ‘He had your picture. It was nice.’
Amy’s heart skipped a beat. ‘What do you mean, Johnny? Who had my picture?’
‘The man … Ben. It was a nice picture.’ He grinned shyly. ‘I peeped.’
‘Are you sure it was me?’ she asked, trying to sound calm.
He shook his head. ‘Don’t know.’ Now he wasn’t so sure, especially as Amy wasn’t very happy about it. ‘I shouldn’t have peeped, should I?’
Amy hugged him. ‘It’s all right,’ she assured him. ‘I expect it was something and nothing. We’ll just forget about it. All right?’
Johnny had been drawing, and the drawing was left behind. No doubt he had drawn her likeness, as he had done many times before. It was of no consequence.
His quick, bright smile warmed her heart. ‘All right,’ he said.
And it was quickly forgotten.
For the rest of the journey, Amy turned her thoughts to Luke. Why had he felt the need to lie? And why would a man like Luke Hammond want a ‘hideaway’?
Deep down she understood, because weren’t there times when she too would like a hideaway where she could sit and think and let the madness of the world pass her by?
And why not a man like Luke Hammond; a man who worked as hard and long as he did, and when his work was done he had to go back to a reputedly difficult and demanding woman, a woman who had cheated on their marriage? Of course he needed a sanctuary.
She had felt such a bond between them when they were at the cabin – a sense of growing friendship. She thought of his strong hands as he scooped the water from the brook with the bucket, his gentleness with the tame deer, and his delight in showing the creature to his visitors. She thought of his sad dark eyes, his handsome face and tender manner.
So he had lied about his name? But that was just to protect his privacy, and to avoid making her feel uncomfortable, wasn’t it? After all, if he’d revealed that he was Luke Hammond at the outset, would she have accepted his invitation? Probably not.
It had been fun at his lovely woodland hideaway – until she’d spoiled things. Johnny was already asking to go back. But Luke Hammond would, she thought with a sudden rush of regret, not invite her to go again.
THE FOLLOWING TUESDAY, Amy, after much deliberation, decided she would go to Tooley’s Café after she’d done her shopping. It was no use avoiding the place on account of Luke Hammond. Daisy would soon be demanding to know why she was staying away, and, anyhow, Luke might not be there at the time Amy was. They didn’t always coincide. Possibly, she thought miserably, he’d stay away from the café, not wanting to see the ungrateful girl who’d got on her high horse after he’d shared the secret of his lovely hideaway with her.
When Tuesday came round, Maureen took Johnny with her to a new part-time job she’d taken, pushing a tea trolley round the town hall offices. Maureen thought it a poor job and was already talking about finding something better; Johnny was very pleased he’d be ‘giving out biscuits, like Daisy does’, and was rather keener than his mother.
Amy was half sorry not to have Johnny with her and half pleased in case he saw Luke and blurted out something to Daisy.
When Amy opened the door of Tooley’s the first person she saw was Luke, sitting in the window, reading his newspaper. He looked up, smiled at Amy and then glanced quickly round the café. Daisy was nowhere in sight – evidently in the back, wrestling with the toaster, from the smell of charred bread pervading the steamy atmosphere.
In a moment Luke was on his feet. He dug some change out of his pocket, left it on the table and in two strides was beside Amy and escorting her back outside with his hand clutching her elbow.
‘What …?’ she gasped, as he led her a few steps away down the street.
‘Amy, I’m so glad to see you,’ Luke said, releasing her. ‘Sorry to drag you out like that but I didn’t want to embarrass you in the café, and maybe make your friend curious.’
Amy saw the sense in this, and was, now she was with him, pleased at this excellent opportunity to make amends for her foolishness last week.
‘I’m so sorry –’ she started. ‘Amy, forgive me –’ he began at the same time, and they each stopped and looked at the other and laughed.
‘You first,’ said Luke.
‘I’m so sorry I got cross and spoiled everything last week after you were so kind to Johnny and me,’ she said, looking him in the eye. Now she was with him her anxiety had evaporated. The gentle expression on his handsome face was making her apologising easier. She could see he was not angry now.
‘Dear Amy, please don’t apologise. You were quite right. It was wrong of me to deceive you. I should have known you would never condone even an innocent deceit. I meant …’ he looked down, suddenly struggling for the right words, ‘… when I invited you and Johnny to come to see the cabin I didn’t want you to be put off if you knew who I was. And I suppose, in a way, I didn’t really want to be Luke Hammond then. I just wanted to be someone you saw at the café, a man from Blackburn who lives in a cottage in the woods and wanted to show you and Johnny that cottage. Does that make sense to you?’
Amy saw the truth of this in his anxious eyes. ‘Of course,’ she smiled. ‘Let’s just think it was a simple misunderstanding.’
‘Quite right,’ Luke agreed eagerly, also smiling, ‘and