Fairytale Beginnings (13 page)

‘I’d really rather you didn’t. We’re going to get back to that kitchen and then we’re going to be kissing and there’s no way I’m going to be able to stop what happens after that.’

He had nothing to say. She stared up at him for a moment and then stepped up and kissed him on the cheek, lingering there for a moment longer than necessary. He stayed very still, scared to make the wrong move, scared to make the right one.

She stepped back a bit and suddenly let out a laugh of what sounded like defeat.

‘I spoke to Gladys today, about you. She said that if you were to have regrets, you should regret what you did, not what you didn’t do.’

‘What does that mean?’

‘It means … when I’m finished here, if I walk away from you, never going further than that incredible kiss we shared this morning, I’m going to regret it for the rest of my life.’

Cameron swallowed, still too scared to move. ‘So, should I walk you back?’

‘No, I still need to finish all my tests and research here, so I should probably do that first, but I’m on holiday next week.’

‘Right.’ He had no idea where she was going with this.

‘It’s lovely here, the view, the food, the rooms.’

‘You want to take your holiday here?’ He frowned.

‘Yes, if that’s ok.’

Suddenly, with crystal clarity he could see what she was trying to say.

‘In a non-professional capacity?’

She giggled and nodded. ‘I could be your first guest at Clover Castle Hotel.’

He put his hands to her waist, pulling her against him and breathing her in. ‘I’d really like that.’

‘I’d like that, too.’

‘It’s going to be the longest few days of my life.’

She leaned back and smiled. ‘It will give us a chance to finish all the formalities between us.’

He nodded.

‘Goodnight Cameron.’ She leaned up to kiss him again but this time he moved his head at the last second so she kissed him on the lips.

She stepped back, laughing. ‘You have to be patient.’

‘I will, I promise.’

They stared at each other, their mutual need sparking off them so intensely that he was surprised he couldn’t see little arcs of lightning zipping between them.

‘Goodnight,’ Milly said, softly and walked off towards the castle.

He watched her go and knew he had the biggest smile on his face.

M
illy glanced
at Cameron across the table as they ate breakfast. Something had passed between them the night before and they both knew it. He was in a good mood and she’d been woken by him singing this morning. She’d quickly got dressed in case Jamie showed up early and when she’d emerged from her bedroom Cameron had already made her breakfast.

She had been thinking about their arrangement all night and hadn’t been able to stop smiling about it. Cameron hadn’t stopped smiling either. He grinned across the table at her as he ate, looking like the cat that got the cream.

Just then there was a knock on the door.

Cameron got up to answer it and Milly heard her brother introduce himself.

‘Hello, I’m Jamie McAllister from Extravagance. I believe you’re expecting me.’

Milly squealed and barrelled past Cameron to throw herself into Jamie’s arms. Luckily he had heard her coming and quickly dropped his briefcase in preparation for the assault.

‘Hey Tigs, how’s it going?’ Jamie held her tight.

‘I’ve missed you.’

‘I missed you too, it’s been too long. You need to come round for dinner one night.’

Milly suddenly remembered that this was a business meeting after all, and hugging her brother was hardly professional. She glanced at Cameron who didn’t seem to mind. They had long since left professionalism behind, especially with that amazing dance the night before.

‘Cameron this is my brother Jamie, Jamie this is Cameron Heartstone.’

With one arm still round her shoulders, Jamie leaned forward to shake Cameron’s hand.

‘Hi, pleased to meet you. I must say, this place is incredible.’

‘Thank you, come in. We had a bit of a late night last night, so we’ve only just got up and had breakfast. Can I fix you anything to eat?’ Cameron asked.

Milly found herself blushing at how intimate Cameron had made that sound, or was she just being paranoid? She glanced at Jamie to see if he’d made anything out of those words but he was sitting down as if there was nothing out of the ordinary in the fact that his sister was having a cosy breakfast with a client. Cameron was dressed, but in torn jeans and a crumpled white shirt, with his hair sticking out everywhere, it did look like last night had been a late one for a whole host of other reasons.

‘No, I already ate on the way, thank you. I brought you your birthday present, Tigs.’ Jamie rummaged in his bag and pulled out a neatly wrapped gift, covered in Disney wrapping paper. ‘It sucks that you had to work on your birthday.’

‘Actually, it was one of the best birthdays I’ve ever had.’

Cameron smiled and blushed and Jamie looked between them, pennies dropping into place.

‘Oh. Erm … right.’

Milly’s eyes widened at the way that Jamie’s mind was clearly working. ‘Um … we had a medieval banquet and there was dancing afterwards. That’s all.’

Jamie’s eyes were still flicking between them, but he seemed slightly mollified.

‘Well, here’s your present.’

Milly took it and gave it a little shake and Jamie laughed.

‘Open it.’

Cameron moved off to clear away their breakfast things, leaving them alone for a moment.

She tore at the paper keenly and a beautiful pink scarf fell out, embroidered with a multitude of different coloured sequins and beads.

‘Oh J, I love it, thank you.’

‘And I saw this at an antique shop yesterday and just thought of you,’ Jamie lifted a small black velvet box from the wrapping paper and passed it to her.

Jamie was always so thoughtful with his presents, he never bought anything for the sake of it.

Milly opened it up. Inside was a pale blue cameo brooch, entwined within a gem encrusted frame. She ran her fingers over the pale girl, her hair was tangled with leaves and berries. It was stunning.

‘J, it’s beautiful, thank you.’

‘My pleasure.’ He turned to Cameron. ‘Why don’t you show me round and then we can talk about what I can offer you. I really like what I’ve seen so far, so I’m sure I can help you.’

Cameron stood up and walked towards the door. Jamie went to follow him and Cameron automatically held out a hand for Milly, which he immediately dropped before Jamie saw.

‘You boys go ahead, I need to get a shower anyway whilst you two talk business.’

Cameron seemed a little disappointed that she wasn’t coming with them but he quickly recovered. He opened the door and a few moments later they were both gone, their voices fading down the corridor.

She felt a little bad that she wasn’t going to go with them, but she didn’t want to influence either of their decisions, especially Cameron, the decision to work with Jamie or not had to come from him.

Milly smiled down at the beautiful gifts that Jamie had brought her, closed the lid on the cameo and wandered off to the bathroom.

She turned on the shower and pulled her top off. Waiting for it to heat up, she saw a movement in the reflection of the mirror.

She turned round and came face to face with the Grey Lady.

Milly let out a little scream and backed up into the glass of the shower cubicle.

Silently, the ghost stared at Milly. She was clutching her throat as if she was in pain.

Milly looked around for her towel, feeling very vulnerable standing there half naked, but the towel was on the other side of the room and she would have to walk through the Grey Lady to get to it. Luckily she still had her bra and jeans on, but that still didn’t lessen the embarrassment.

The ghost continued to stare and hold her throat, then to Milly’s embarrassment her eyes scanned down over Milly’s body. The Grey Lady’s eyes fastened on her dragon tattoo. For a second, just a brief second, the ghost seemed to smile before she faded into nothing, the last remnants of her swirling with the steam that was slowly filling the bathroom.

What was that about? She had never seen the ghost outside of the dungeons before. Why had she been clutching her throat? Why did she like her tattoo? And why didn’t she speak?

Milly shook her head in frustration and got in the shower, hoping that she didn’t suddenly have any more unwelcome visitors coming to see her whilst she washed.

C
ameron studied
Jamie as he took some photos of the exterior of the castle. He looked nothing like Milly at all. Where Milly was blonde, Jamie was dark, with greeny grey eyes instead of Milly’s startling blue. He was tall and thin, where Milly was short and had those gorgeous curves. It also hadn’t escaped his notice that Jamie had introduced himself as Jamie McAllister, not Jamie Rose.

He liked Jamie a lot. He was relaxed, honest and obviously very good at what he did. He liked that their meeting hadn’t been conducted in a formal boardroom or even across the kitchen table, but as Cameron had showed him round. Jamie had talked at length about his company, what they had done in the past for other properties, what he could do for Cameron, how he would make it work. Cameron felt excited just listening to Jamie speak about his plans for the castle, he was a very passionate person. He shared that with Milly, though Cameron was beginning to realise that might be the only thing he shared with her.

Jamie put his camera back in his bag and started walking round towards the kitchen entrance again.

‘I really like this place. It has so much potential,’ Jamie said.

‘I think so too.’

‘So I’ll get my assistant to draw up an offer, detailing everything we’ve discussed. I want you to take as long as you need to think about it, get some legal advice if you want, research into my company, research other companies. There is no time limit on the offer. If you come back to me in six months, the offer still stands. I totally understand your concerns but I really do think we can make this into a profitable venture for you, on your terms.’

‘Well, thank you for coming out here today. You’ve given me a lot to think about.’

Jamie stowed his stuff in the back of his car, a small black Peugeot, not anything big or flashy.

He closed the boot and turned to face Cameron. ‘Now, about my sister.’

Cameron felt his smile fall from his face.

‘I’m not going to ask if there is something going on between you two because it’s none of my business and, quite frankly, it’s obvious there is. Don’t play with her, she’s not a game. She has a big heart which has been bruised one too many times.’

‘I know.’

Jamie looked surprised at this. ‘She told you about her ex-boyfriends?’

‘Well yes, but I meant about her mum too.’

Jamie leaned back against the car as if all the wind had been knocked out of him.

‘She told you about Emma? She never talks about her mum. Not to me or her aunt or anyone.’

This threw Cameron completely, Milly had told him easily enough.

‘It just sort of came up in conversation.’

‘Trust me, that sort of thing never comes up in conversation.’ Jamie shuddered and then looked at Cameron with some sort of renewed respect. ‘She never told any of her exes either. She obviously trusts you. I did a bit of research into you before I came here, before I knew you were involved with my sister and there are pictures of you on the arm of hundreds of different women.’

Cameron blushed. He had never felt embarrassed about the life he led before and he hated that he suddenly felt the need to prove he was worthy of Milly.

‘It’s been a long time since I was involved in a serious relationship, but I really like Milly. I can’t promise this is going to last forever, but I can promise I’m going to do my utmost not to do anything to hurt her.’

Jamie nodded his approval. ‘That’s all I can ask for. Now I have another meeting this afternoon so I’ll say goodbye to my sister and leave you two to it. I’ll be in touch soon.’

Jamie strode off to the kitchen and left Cameron standing on the driveway.

Was it right to get involved with Milly, given his history of bad relationships and one night stands?

He watched her open the kitchen door for Jamie; her blonde hair was blowing in the wind and seeing her enormous smile, he felt his heart fill with her. Nothing was ever going to feel more right than being with this woman.

‘
Y
ou won’t stop
for lunch?’ Milly pleaded, as Jamie swigged back a glass of orange juice.

‘No, I have a meeting at three so I really need to get going. Will you come for dinner next week?’

‘No, I’ll still be here but I could do the first weekend in July.’

‘Perfect, we’ll make it a date. I need to catch up with mum anyway so we’ll do dinner round her house. But aren’t you on holiday next week?’

Milly blushed and Jamie laughed. He came over to give her a hug. ‘Please be careful, Tigs. Don’t go falling in love with him, not yet anyway.’

What had Cameron said to him? Or had he guessed there was something between them in the few minutes he had seen them together?

Jamie kissed her on the head and walked out. Milly followed him to his car where Cameron was still standing waiting. Jamie shook his hand and waved at her.

‘Bye, Tigs.’

‘Where does Tigs come from?’ Cameron asked as Jamie moved round to the driver’s side and Jamie laughed.

‘Erm … because I’m like Tigger from
Winnie the Pooh
, always full of energy.’

‘Milly!’ Jamie admonished. ‘You’ve told him every part of your life but you haven’t told him that?’

Milly blushed as Jamie got in the car and drove away. She waved at him, hoping his departure would be enough to distract Cameron from pursuing it further.

She turned back and he was looking at her expectantly. She sighed. ‘My birth name was Mildred Tiggywinkle.’

Cameron tried to suppress the laughter but failed. ‘Mildred Tiggywinkle?’

‘Stop it, I hate it,’ Milly laughed. ‘Plus Tiggywinkle was my Dad’s name, a man I never knew so I changed it legally as soon as I could to Rose, which is my mum’s and aunt’s maiden name. Jamie has never let me forget it, though. And now you can tease me mercilessly as well.’

‘Of course I wouldn’t,’ Cameron said, innocently, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

‘So what did he say? He likes the place, I know that. Did he give you an offer?’ Milly said, trying to change the subject.

Cameron escorted her inside, with his hand on her back. She loved that he did that.

‘He did, he made me a very generous offer. He won’t buy me out completely, his offer was for equal ownership of the castle, a fifty-fifty share between me and him. He would pay for all renovations and repairs and organise all aspects of the hotel side of things, including staff and insurance, but all profits would be split two ways. I can still live here, if I want. The money he is offering me for half the castle would be enough to pay off all the debts, too.’

‘That’s fantastic. We can get an estate agent up here to just give you a market value figure to see if Jamie’s offer is fair but if Jamie is only going to buy half the castle, his offer won’t be near what it’s worth.’

‘No, he discussed that with me, he thinks the castle is worth between eight or nine million, so he’s offered me four and half, but it means that I still have a share of the profits going forward and I still have a say about how some things are run.’

‘Yay! That’s a brilliant offer, I’m so pleased! And you’re going to be rich, you can buy a big house in the Caribbean with that.’

He laughed. ‘I’m thinking I’m going to stay here.’

Milly couldn’t help smiling. ‘You are?’

‘Yes, for a while anyway. The hotel might start to piss me off after a bit but I think the castle has something special about it, something that is calling me to stay.’

He stared at her as he said this and Milly wondered if he was referring to her, but that was unlikely, as she wasn’t part of the castle.

‘So, are you going to accept?’

‘I think so.’

‘Well, don’t rush into any decisions. Think about it carefully, we can always get a few other hotel chains up here to discuss what they could offer.’

‘And I’m still waiting on the report from Castle Heritage,’ he smiled at her.

‘Yes, but a lot of that is going to be dependent on the test results from the lab. And whatever my tests prove, I do think Jamie will suit your needs better.’

‘I think so, too. I told him all your wonderful ideas about holding parties and banquets here, doing ghosts tours and utilizing the secret passages and the maze and he loved all that.’

‘Did he see the ghost?’

‘No, sadly not.’

‘That’s because she came to see me when I was getting undressed for a shower.’

Cameron eyes widened. ‘She came in to our bathroom?’

Our! Milly’s heart galloped at that inadvertent sign of togetherness and then she chastised herself for being so silly.

‘Yes, she was clutching her throat and then she got very interested in my tattoo.’

‘The dragon?’

Milly nodded.

Cameron shook his head in confusion. ‘What was she doing here? She’s never come down here before. The Heartstone flag has a dragon on it, so I guess that might have something to do with her appreciation for your tattoo.’

‘The flag that flies from the middle of the castle?’

‘Yes, although it’s changed quite a bit over the years, I have a book somewhere that shows the different designs over the last few centuries but it’s always been a dragon and a heart.’

‘Do you know why?’

Cameron opened the fridge and started pulling out ingredients for what looked like a salad.

‘It’s a silly story and I’m not sure if any of it has any historical accuracy, especially as the dragon plays such a big part.’ He started chopping tomatoes and cucumber, throwing them all into a colander. ‘There was a man called Matthew, supposedly my ancestor, though I can find no trace of a Matthew in my family line. He regularly took advice and counsel from a witch who lived here in the village of Clover’s Rest. She was beautiful, with long black hair. They would meet for dinner every night and the witch would advise him and make potions for him. She did everything in her power to make him happy, for she had fallen in love with Matthew. Do you want mushrooms with your salad?’

Milly blinked. ‘Cameron! You can’t interrupt the story with questions about mushrooms.’

He laughed. ‘Sorry. Where was I? The witch was in love with Matthew, the kind where you can’t sleep or eat or breathe without every thought being of that person. The sort of love that physically hurt when they were apart.’

Milly sat entranced, listening to the magical story, his soft mysterious tone adding weight and wonder to the legend.

‘She assumed he felt the same – he would often bring her gifts, animals he had hunted, flowers, jewellery. But he did these things as payment for her services. She was his friend. He did not return her feelings. He loved another, a librarian who lived in the village. She was young and pretty with golden hair and had collected and inherited hundreds of books. Often, Matthew would go to her after visiting the witch just to listen to her read. They were very much in love and they were set to marry at the Summer Solstice celebrations.’

He moved to the sink to wash the salad items he had chopped.

‘When the witch found out, she was furious, she felt betrayed. Matthew and the librarian hid in the maze, knowing that if she found them it would almost certainly mean death. They became separated in the maze and couldn’t find each other, no matter how many times they called. The witch found them and dealt a hand far worse than death. She cursed them both. She removed Matthew’s heart and replaced it with one of stone.’

‘That’s where the name Heartstone comes from?’ Milly asked, bringing her knees up to her chest as she listened.

‘Well yes, supposedly. The witch cursed the Heartstone family and said that no man of Heartstone blood would ever find true love. She turned the librarian into a golden dragon, gave her Matthew’s heart and banished her from the kingdom for a thousand years. When one thousand years are over, the dragon will return the heart to the castle. But only if the current lord can see past the scales and the breath of fire to the beautiful girl underneath. Only with true love’s kiss will the dragon turn back into a girl, the stone heart crumble and the curse be broken forever.’

‘True love’s kiss,’ Milly said, sighing happily.

Cameron smiled at her as he chopped some cooked chicken into cubes. ‘Well, it might go some way to explain why the Heartstone men are always so unlucky in love. But it’s only a story, there are no such things as dragons, after all.’

‘But it’s so romantic, soul mates waiting one thousand years to be reunited.’

‘Yes an evil, bitter witch, a thousand year old curse, two people in love who will never see each other again. Yes, very romantic.’

‘It is, if the lord of the castle spots his soul mate, after all this time, then it really was meant to be.’

‘Well that’s why the flag flies all day and night – so the dragon can find her way home.’

‘I love it. But I’ve heard this story before. Well, a version of it.’

‘I don’t doubt it; it’s probably a combination of several fairy tales.’

Milly rubbed her head, trying to remember. ‘My mum used to tell me something similar, though I can’t remember any of it now. She had this necklace, with a golden dragon wrapped around a red heart. It was beautiful and she wore it every day. She used to tell me that we were guarding the heart until I found my true love, when I found him I was to give it to him and he would cherish it forever.’