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Кендрик Шэрон
One Husband Required!
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IT TOOK a few days before Ursula felt back to her normal, cheerful self after Katy’s birthday party. Seeds of discontentment had been sown onto exceptionally fertile ground. She found herself asking why Jane Sheridan didn’t count her blessings and rejoice in having a gorgeous daughter and an equally gorgeous husband instead of behaving like a spoilt child.
Left to Jane, the party would have fizzled out like a damp firework.
Julian’s disastrous solo had produced instant sulking, not just from Jane, but from Julian, too. Ursula had overheard him complaining about Ross—whom he’d blamed for the ‘bad vibes’ which apparently were responsible for him forgetting the words to a song he had written. This had led to all kinds of silent, angry looks being projected across the room by the main protagonists.
‘This is your doing!’ Jane snapped at Ross. ‘You’ve just ruined Julian’s creative flow! You can’t bear to think that somebody else might be the centre of attention, can you?’
‘You mean other than Katy?’ he queried evenly. ‘Whose birthday it happens to be?’
Ursula stole a glance at Ross. She had never seen him quite so angry—even though he was doing a pretty good job of hiding it. But Ursula was an expert on Ross’s face—she’d studied it in so many different guises! And she could see that it was taking every bit of self-restraint he possessed to appear pleasant.
Ursula began to grow impatient with the atmosphere. It was supposed to be a child’s party, for goodness’ sake—not a wake! The Connection had now started drinking red wine, and she dreaded to think how drunk they would get if they didn’t have something to eat pretty soon. She could have wept with joy when she heard the approaching sound of a motorbike as it screeched to a halt outside.
‘That’ll be the pizza!’ she said brightly, and saw Katy perk up. ‘Lead me to it—I’m absolutely starving!’
‘Ye-es.’ Jane raised her eyebrows at Julian. ‘I expect you must be—’
Julian snorted with laughter. ‘Yeah! Right! It takes a lot of fuel to stoke a big engine—am I right, baby?’
Ross narrowed his eyes. ‘I think you’d better—’
‘Ross!’ Ursula’s voice rang across the room, and they all turned to look at her. ‘Don’t,’ she beseeched him. ‘It doesn’t matter what anyone says about me. Honestly.’
But Ross shook his head, his voice full of quiet determination. ‘Oh, yes, it does,’ he contradicted stubbornly. ‘I won’t stand here and have you insulted, Ursula.’
‘But I’m sure that Julian didn’t mean to be unkind to me,’ said Ursula, sending the rock star an innocent look of understanding which soon had him blushing with discomfort. ‘Did you?’
‘Er...no,’ mumbled Julian, fumbling around in his jacket until he found a cigarette and jammed it into the corner of his mouth. “Course I didn’t.’
‘I mean, I do have a very healthy appetite,’ agreed Ursula. She sent a rueful gaze down at her curvy figure in the creamy trousers and matching top. ‘As you can see for yourselves!’
‘Healthy?’ queried Jane archly. ‘Having more than ten per cent body fat is hardly what I’d call healthy!’
‘But I suppose that substituting meals with black coffee and cigarettes is?’ Ross challenged.
Jane’s whole demeanour altered. Perhaps she sensed that out-and-out aggression wasn’t getting her anywhere. Whatever it was, her whole persona seemed to transform itself before their eyes, as she became sex-kitten and super-wife rolled into one. ‘But I’ve stopped smoking, Ross,’ she told her husband in a husky voice. ‘You know I have.’
‘Really? Well, in that case you won’t mind that I chucked away the carton I found hidden in the understairs cupboard?’ he queried innocently.
Jane’s mouth became a thin line that for a brief moment looked almost ugly. ‘Oh, for God’s sake—do you have to be such a control freak?’ she snapped. ‘Going around checking up on me!’
He didn’t react. ‘Tempers seem to be getting a little frayed,’ he observed calmly. ‘So why don’t we all eat something?’
‘Didn’t you say we could eat outside if it was sunny?’ questioned Katy, jumping to her feet.
Ross smiled at his daughter. ‘Of course we can! Why don’t you girls take some rugs out onto the lawn?’
Katy and her friends seemed pleased to have a distraction from the simmering discontent provided by the adults. Ursula helped Ross carry the cardboard boxes of warm pizza out onto the lawn, while Jane and The Connection organised trays of drinks.
‘Don’t forget the cola, Mummy!’ called Katy plaintively. ‘We’re not old enough for wine!’
Ursula thought that they made an ill-assorted gathering, all lying on plaid rugs beneath a sweet chestnut tree and swatting at the occasional wasp which dared to dive-bomb the pizza. The children, Ross and most of The Connection ate heartily, and Ursula limited herself to just two delicious pieces, then sat licking her fingers. But Julian continued to swig from a beer bottle, staring at Jane intently, while Jane ate nothing at all.
Once they had staved off their hunger, the girls began to grow restless.
‘What can we do, Ursula?’ asked Katy.
Ursula had been expecting this. ‘Why don’t you each bring me back seven different leaves?’ she said. ‘And I’ll award a prize to the child who finds the most interesting one! But please don’t take any from a plant which looks already bare!’
‘Bags I look down by the Wendy house!’ yelled Katy. She kicked off her impractical platform shoes and ran barefoot over the grass, looking her true age at last, and not just a scaled-down version of a grown woman.
Ursula hastily excused herself and went off to explore the walled garden, glad to escape the fractured atmosphere herself. She thought how parched the flowers looked against the warm, red bricks. The heat was bouncing off the walls, sizzling behind the sweet peas which were massed in a fragrant blaze of mauve and pink.
She stopped by a sundial and slowly traced her finger round the metal circle of the clock. She was peering closer to see how accurate it was when a dark shape fell over the clock face, and she looked up to find Ross standing there studying her, his expression shadowed and heavy.
They looked at one another in silence.
‘Well, go on, then—’ his voice sounded raw and grazed ‘—say it.’
‘Say what?’
‘What you’re really thinking—or are you afraid it will hurt me too much?’
‘I don’t imagine that the truth would hurt you,’ she said slowly. ‘I was thinking about how hot it was, if you must know, and before that...’
He was very still. ‘Yes?’
‘Before that I was wondering how you could bear to have Jane bring that band to your daughter’s birthday party.’ She shrugged. ‘Though I guess she could say the same thing about me.’
‘The difference is that you’re a positive asset at a party, while Julian and the others are a bunch of self-indulgent idiots! But that’s probably how she’ll seek to justify it,’ he agreed.
Ursula looked at him in bewilderment. ‘You make it sound like a war, Ross!’
‘No.’ His look was sceptical, his laugh bitter. ‘Just a marriage.’
He sounded so disillusioned. ‘But if it’s like that, then...’ ‘Then, what? We have a child, you know, Ursula.’
‘Yes, I know.’ And to children, parents meant stability. Hadn’t she once read somewhere that a child was often the glue which held a marriage together? Was that the case here?
He was still looking at her. ‘Ursula—’ he began. ‘About Jane and Julian—’
‘I know what you’re going to say, Ross, and it doesn’t matter.’
‘How can you possibly know what I’m going to say?’
She pushed a damp strand of hair back off her hot cheek. ‘That you’re sorry if I was offended by any of the many references they made about my weight?’
‘Well, that too,’ he offered drily. ‘It was damned rude!’
‘Don’t worry, I’m used to it.’
‘Oh?’
‘Sure,’ she shrugged. ‘People often tease me. Sometimes the things they say are flattering—like telling me that Rubens would have adored to have painted me. And telling me that skinny women don’t have pure, clear skin like mine.’
‘Well, while we’re on the subject, you do have an extraordinarily fine complexion.’
Ursula smiled. ‘You see?’
‘But what gives people the right to think they can say things like that to you?’
‘It’s because I’m not big enough to be labelled as obese, so they think I don’t care—’
‘But you do care?’
She gave him a steady look. ‘What do you think?’
‘I think that you should wear that colour more often,’ he told her unexpectedly. ‘It makes your hair look sensational.’
‘That’s exactly what my sister told me!’ She screwed up her eyes suspiciously. ‘Unless you’re just saying that to make me feel better.’
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