‘How complicated?’
‘I can’t hinder what someone else wants in life, and I know it’s too soon to be even thinking we might have a future, but if we can’t, he deserves to know.’
‘You’re talking about Guy?’ Isla guessed.
‘I am. I didn’t come here thinking I was going to meet someone or start developing feelings towards them … but I have.’
‘It always happens when you least expect it,’ confirmed Isla. ‘Does he feel the same?’
‘I’m getting the same vibe back.’
‘So apart from the fact that it’s still early days, why do you think there’s no future to it? There’s always a possibility.’
‘Because it came up in conversation that he wants more kids. In fact, a football team. I can’t give him that. The closer we get, the more likely it is that both of us are going to get hurt.’
‘He’ll understand when you explain everything to him. If your feelings are this strong you need to talk to him about it. It’s like the job in New York; what’s the worst that can happen?’
‘I’ve been in this position before and look how that ended.’ Libby’s voice cracked. ‘Maybe it’s just better if I go.’
‘How does he feel about your job in New York?’
Libby was silent.
‘You haven’t mentioned it, have you?’
‘Not yet. And I’m struggling with that fact. Why wouldn’t I share this information if it’s what I wanted most in the world?’
‘Because you’re keeping your options open,’ said Isla firmly. ‘These things have a way of working themselves out, but if you aren’t open and honest and then he discovers you’ve kept this from him, he could walk away anyway.’
Libby knew Isla was right and she needed to be honest with Guy the way he had been with her. Last night, he’d opened up to her about his life. He’d made himself vulnerable, and Libby knew she needed to do the same, but fear of rejection held her back. She couldn’t alter the fact that she was unable to have children, and she couldn’t expect Guy to change what he wanted in life.
‘I know I have to tell him, and I will. Today.’
‘Things will become a lot clearer when you do.’
‘Thanks, Isla.’
‘You’re very welcome. I have to say this breakfast was a very good choice. These sausages are just the best!’ Isla stabbed one and held it up on her fork.
‘Because they’re from your farm!’ Libby laughed.
As they finished their breakfasts and drank their tea Libby felt a lot better for having shared her thoughts with Isla and for deciding to speak to Guy tonight. Isla was right: she needed to put herself in that vulnerable position and be open and honest with him.
Isla took out her purse to pay the bill but Libby raised a hand. ‘This one is on me … well, actually Flynn. I don’t have to pay for meals. One of the perks of the job.’
‘Only if you’re sure?’
‘I am, put your purse away.’
‘Thank you. I’ve got to get back to the farm but if you need anything or want to talk again, just text me.’
‘I will.’ Libby got up and hugged Isla. This was what she was missing in life: a genuine friend who was there for her no matter what. After the waiter brought Isla’s coat, she headed towards the foyer and Libby watched her make her way down the steps of Starcross Manor. She was amazed to see a long line of expensive cars pulling up in front of the entrance. There must be a function about to start at the hotel as there were hordes of people walking in. Everyone was dressed to impress, their suits smart, their party dresses stunning. It was all glitz and glamour.
Libby wandered into the snug off The Grand Hall. The open fire was roaring and she seated herself in the wingback chair in front of it after ordering another pot of tea. She was thinking about Guy, the way he’d confided with her about the last few years, the way they’d snuggled together on the settee, their bodies fitting perfectly together like jigsaw pieces … and the kisses. Her feelings were genuine but she was conflicted. Was New York really meant for her? How would she feel, leaving Heartcross, her family and Guy? There were so many questions whirling around in her mind and the answers were unclear, but Isla was right, things had a way of working themselves out.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a commotion at reception. All the guests who had just arrived seemed to be huddled together, talking in loud voices. The receptionist looked frazzled, her head turning from guest to guest as if she was watching a frantic tennis match. Libby wondered what was going on. The general manager appeared at the side of the reception, followed by Flynn, who was looking over a card that a guest had just handed him. Libby watched as Flynn punched in something on his mobile phone and was surprised when her own phone rang.
‘I can see you,’ she answered.
