last time sheâd seen him had been at Spikeâs funeral. The time before that, at Spike and Carmenâs wedding. He was her best friendâs brother-in-law and sheâd always found herself slightly at a loss for words in his presence.
And now here he was, looking even more like a rock star than ever in the out-of-context environment of her own front doorstep. His long hair gleamed, his diamond earring glittered in the sunlight and he was ridiculously tanned.
âI came up to see Carmen,â said Rennie.
âWhat? But she isnât here!â
He frowned. âYes she is.â
âHonestly, she isnât.â As Nancy shook her head, Jonathan came up behind her to find out what was going on.
âWho is it?â
âCarmenâs brother-in-law.â Embarrassed to say his name, Nancy gestured awkwardly towards Rennie. âHeâs looking for Carmen. Iâm just explaining she isnât here.â
âLook, Iâm sorry, but she is,â Rennie insisted, reaching over and yanking Carmen into view.
âWaaaahhhh,â shrieked Nancy, hugging her. âI only spoke to you last night!â
âIt was Rennieâs idea. We caught the eight oâclock flight.â
âBut you said you couldnât come up because you have to work!â
âI made her see sense. They already had plenty of volunteers for today.â Rennie grinned. âCarmen isnât as indispensable as she likes to think. Hi, Iâm Rennie.â He nodded at Jonathan, who was still standing behind Nancy. âIâve heard all about you.â
Oh God, thought Nancy, please donât.
âActually weâve met before.â Leaning past Nancy, Jonathan shook his hand. âI was there at the wedding.â When Rennie looked blank, he added, âCarmenâs wedding . . . when she married your brother.â
âOh, right. Sorry, I donât remember you. Never mind, weâre here now.â Rennie flashed his dazzling smile. âAll the way up from London. You can invite us in if you like.â
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âI canât believe it,â Nancy whispered when Jonathan had borne Rennie off. âYouâre actually here. You donât know how much better that makes me feel.â Lowering her voice still further, she added, âDoes Rennie know?â
Nodding, Carmen said, âItâs OK, he wonât say anything. Weâre on your side.â
âGod, this makes all the difference in the world. Come through and say hello to Mum.â Happily Nancy dragged her through to the kitchen, where Rose flung herself at Carmen in delight.
âWhat a surprise! Oh my word, itâs Christmas and I donât even have anything for you.â Rose loved to buy gifts for everyone; to be caught out like this clearly bothered her.
âYou didnât know we were going to be here.â Carmen, whoâd always been fond of Nancyâs tiny, doll-sized mother, smiled and said, âI didnât know we were going to be here. I didnât get anything for you either.â
But Rose was already dragging an enamelled bangle off her wrist. âHere, pet, you have this. Pretty, isnât it? But itâll look so much better on you than on me . . . here, take it.â
âRose, I couldnât possiblyââ
âItâs just a wee present. Donât offend me now,â Rose said anxiously, as she crammed the bangle over Carmenâs left hand. âDonât hurt my feelings by trying to give it back.â
There really was no answer to that. Rose would give you the shirt off her back if you wanted to polish your sunglasses. Whatever she offered, you knew her feelings would be hurt if you refused. Forced to give in gracefully, Carmen said, âItâs gorgeous, thank you so much,â and kissed Roseâs soft powdered cheek. The powder smelled and tasted like powder from the olden days, which, seeing as Rose only ever