Summer Beach Reads. Natalie Anderson
going to ride the denial train right to the end of the line.
‘Shouldn’t you have let it go by now?’ he asked.
She blew air out from between dark lips. ‘Yes, I should have.’
The moment of honesty took them both by surprise. She frowned. ‘If you told me that you’d been busy building orphanages in Cambodia for the last decade I think I could accept that. But you haven’t. You have no excuse.’
He swallowed back what he really wanted to say. ‘I don’t need an excuse, Shirley. I’m not answerable to you.’
She clutched the towel closer to her pale skin. Her eyes flicked away and back again. ‘I just thought you might …’
She didn’t want him to do it because she’d make him feel guilty. She wanted him to do it because he was an all-round great guy deep inside. Secretly. ‘Hate to disappoint you further, Shirley.’
Her shoulders rose and fell just once as she filled her lungs and moderated her exhalation. Just like her mother used to do before starting a tutorial. Her piled-up hair swung around her face in surf-dampened strands like Medusa’s serpentine locks. ‘At least take your name off the list. If you’re not going to do any.’
So that the world didn’t have to look at his disinterest? ‘Why don’t you add yours? To balance out my lousy effort. Show everyone how it should be done.’
‘Maybe I will.’ She turned to go, disappointment at his sarcasm patent in the drop of her shoulders.
Honey, I’ve done a lot worse in my life than let down someone who’s been dead for a decade. Your silent judgement can just get in line.
Then she spun back around. ‘Molon Labe.’
That threw him. ‘What?’
‘Your business name. Your tattoo. Why Molon Labe?’
He shrugged. ‘Military defiance. When the outnumbered Spartans were called to surrender arms they said Molon labe— “Come and take them”.’
‘I know. I saw the movie. But why that phrase?’
His entire body tightened. ‘Because I have a thing for the Spartans. Their courage.’ Their defiance in the face of death.
‘You don’t find the irony exquisite?’
The breath thickened in his lungs. ‘What irony?’
‘You named your business after it. You branded your body with the Greek letters. Yet, in life, you laid down arms at the first hurdle. You dropped totally off the radar.’
She turned and walked towards the changing rooms. Away from him. Away from the disappointment. Away from the crater her verbal detonation had caused.
He forced his lungs to suck in air and his fingers to open and close again. Forced himself to remember she had absolutely no idea what she was dismissing.
How could she?
But he had enough fight left in him not to let that go unchallenged.
‘Shirley,’ he called.
She stopped. She turned. She looked ridiculously natural standing there, dripping wet and defiant. But also so very young.
‘I understand deflection better than most,’ he said without raising his voice across the space between them. Knowing she heard him. ‘Attacking me takes the focus off you. But given there’s only the two of us here and you clearly don’t give a rat’s what I think or feel—’
Her extraordinary eyes flickered.
‘—you might want to ask yourself what you’re trying to take the focus off. And for whose benefit.’
‘Cos it sure as hell wasn’t his.
Her gaze widened and then dropped to the sand. He turned away from her to climb the dunes up to the road, to find his own way home. He wasn’t stupid. No way she was letting him back in her car. No way he’d get in there, even if she did.
Today had been a huge error on his part.
He’d been stupid to think that he could make good on any of his past failings. That just didn’t happen.
And something else he knew.
Her stupid purple and black stockings pressing through the beach sand … That was the last of Carol-Anne Marr’s crazy, high maintenance daughter that he’d be seeing.
‘YOU went to Antarctica.’
Not Hello? Not Is Shirley there? Not Sorry I was such an exceptional ass. Shirley took a long slow breath and released it away from the mouthpiece of the phone.
‘Hello, Hayden.’ She’d know that deep, disparaging voice anywhere.
Instantly.
She’d flown back in yesterday evening and initialled the website just before collapsing exhausted into bed.
Commune with penguins.
Tick.
‘That was a big one,’ he opened.
‘Certainly was,’ she closed.
He didn’t miss the frost in her tone. ‘Listen, about the other day—’
Three months ago.
‘—I’d like to apologise.’
Too late. She leaned back in her writing chair. ‘No need. I had no right to judge you.’
A long pause from him. Was he trying to decide if she was genuine? ‘I could have been more … diplomatic that day. I’m sorry if it hurt you.’
It had hurt but not because he’d slapped her down. Dredging it all up again had hurt. Sifting through her reasons had been hard.
She shrugged. ‘The truth does sometimes hurt.’
A long, empty pause. Then, ‘I climbed the bridge.’
Shirley’s hand froze on the phone. The Sydney Harbour Bridge was on the list. The tiniest of flames puffed into existence deep inside her.
He’d started the list.
‘I was there for a stockholder meeting. Thought I might as well.’ The flame snuffed out again. Did he add that especially so she’d know how little effort he’d made?
‘You didn’t tick it off.’
‘No, I …’ Another pause. But she could hear his breathing. He cleared his throat. ‘I thought I’d get a few under my belt before updating the site.’
A few? Did that mean he was going to honour his promise? But she wasn’t ready to trust him yet. ‘What are you going to do, work your way down the list?’
‘The top is as good a place to start as any.’
Sorrow welled up inside, from somewhere deep and dark. ‘Well, that should take you about a fortnight, then.’
This time the pause was laden with confusion. His. That was fair enough; she herself barely understood the bitterness creeping through her voice. ‘I thought that we could team up for a few of them,’ he persevered. ‘Two birds, one stone kind of thing.’
Because this was such a massive inconvenience? ‘The list is not really a team sport …’
‘I enjoyed the dolphins.’ A single strand of pleasure twisted through the darkness at his admission. ‘The experience I would have had on my own was different to the one I had with you there.’
That