He would leave Herringdean, having no further use for it, or for her. He’d learned how to reach out to his children and he could carry those lessons forward without her help. He’d settle back in London, find a wife who suited him better, sell Herringdean and forget she existed.

And I should have known it would happen, she thought. All this time the truth has been staring me in the face, but I wouldn’t let myself see it.

It was time to be sensible. She was good at that, she reminded herself. She had a shop to see to, and Phantom to look after. He was showing signs of depression now his two adoring young friends had gone.

‘People always go off and leave you, don’t they?’ she said, caressing him. ‘Well, not me. I’ll always be here for you. That’s a promise.’

Moving back into her home, she filled up the time by cleaning it. More time was occupied at the lifeboat station, but mostly in training sessions. For some reason, very few boats got into trouble.

Now she began to understand Mark and Frankie’s frustration at the lack of action. Why couldn’t people obligingly get into danger so that she could have the satisfaction of saving them? Not that she wanted anyone to suffer. She just wanted to feel needed, and that was becoming hard.

For the first few days Darius called her regularly, but the calls were always brief. Then they were replaced by texts, friendly, cheerful but unrevealing. Exactly the kind of message a man might send if he was easing his way out of a relationship.

One evening she and Phantom went out for a long walk. As she strolled back home a car passed her going in the other direction, and slowed down. It was Walter.

‘I just drove past your place,’ he called, ‘and there’s a fellow standing there.’

‘Did you see who it was?’ she asked eagerly.

‘No, I wasn’t that close, but he looked as if he was waiting for you.’

‘Thanks, Walter.’

Her heart soaring, she sped away, racing Phantom until her shop came in sight and she dashed around the corner, to where a man was walking impatiently up and down.

It was Amos Falcon.

CHAPTER TWELVE

‘GOOD evening, Mrs Connor.’

Harriet wondered if she’d only imagined that he stressed ‘Mrs’ very slightly.

‘Good evening, Mr Falcon. What a surprise. You didn’t tell me you were coming.’

‘It was a sudden decision. Aren’t you going to invite me in?’

‘Of course.’

She led him up to her apartment over the shop, keeping her hand on Phantom’s collar, dreading that he might give one of his displays of friendliness. But she need not have feared. When they were inside, Phantom moved as far away from Amos as possible and sat huddled in a corner, eyeing him distrustfully.

When the door had shut, Harriet said, ‘If you were hoping to see Darius-’

‘I wasn’t. I know he’s in London. I’ve seen him several times in the last few days.’ He was watching her face carefully, easily seeing that this disconcerted her. ‘Did he not tell you that? Strange.’

On first finding him there she had remembered how pleasantly he’d spoken to her when they danced at the wedding. But now she saw that his smile was cold, and she remembered how Darius had described his father-ruthless, scheming, implacable; a man who was determined to make others do his will. She recalled too that Amos had chosen a wife for his son, and wondered uneasily what had brought him such a distance to see her.

‘So you don’t know what’s been happening to him?’ Amos said in a genial voice that struck a false note to her ears.

‘I don’t ask Darius about his business,’ Harriet said. ‘I doubt if I’d understand it, anyway.’

‘Possibly, but when a man is taking hold of his problems and dealing with them successfully it’s not hard to understand. Anyway, never mind that. You and I have things to discuss.’

‘Coffee?’ she asked politely.

‘Thank you, I will. You know, I really took to you when we met before. You’re an admirable young woman, not just because you helped save my son’s life, but also because of the way you’ve built up this shop. It’s worth a lot more than you’d think by just looking at the outside.’

‘How do you know what it’s worth?’ she asked.

He shrugged. ‘That kind of information isn’t hard to come by. It belonged to your husband but he had very little time for it so the running of it fell to you. It was you who arranged the loans and made sure they were paid on time.’

‘So you’ve been looking at my bank records?’ she asked in outrage.

She knew that a man like this, who stood at the summit of the financial universe, would have no difficulty in accessing any figures that he wanted, yet the discovery that he’d had her investigated was a nasty shock that made her seethe.

‘And I’ve been very impressed by what I found. You’ve turned this place into twice what it was before. I’m prepared to pay a high price for it.’

‘It’s not for sale.’

He gave a harsh chuckle. ‘Of course it isn’t. That’s exactly what I expected you to say.’

‘And I meant it.’

‘Naturally. But you and I don’t need to waste any time. We both know what the score is. You’ve gained a real influence over my son, but now that he’s returning to his old life I don’t want him harking back to you. The fight isn’t over yet and he’s going to need all his faculties to come out on top.’

Then Harriet did something that she did very rarely. She lost her temper, turning on him with such a look that he nearly backed away.

‘Understand me,’ she said. ‘I will not discuss Darius with you. If he wants to consign me to the past then he can tell me himself, and I’ll open my hands and let him go. I will not try to keep a stranglehold on him, and you don’t have to buy me off. Is that clear?’

Amos Falcon’s response was a genial smile that made her want to murder him.

‘Perfectly clear and I respect your strength of mind, but you should allow me to show that respect by purchasing your shop at twice its value. You won’t get such an offer again.’

‘You’re crazy,’ she breathed. ‘You think everyone’s for sale.’

‘No, I simply think you should be considering the long-term implications. After the appalling way your husband treated you, you should be protecting yourself.’

His words were like a douche of ice.

‘The appalling way-? Darius told you about that?’

‘Not at all. I told him.’

Suddenly the world had turned into a nightmare through which she could only stumble.

‘You told-? When?’

‘At the wedding. I discovered I knew rather more about you than he did, so I brought him up to date.’

Now she couldn’t speak at all, only look at him from wide, horrified eyes.

‘He was very chivalrous,’ Amos went on. ‘He said it was entirely a matter for you if you wanted to keep your secrets, which, of course, is right. But I think he was a little disturbed to discover that you’d been holding him off while pretending to be close to him.’

Harriet’s head swam. There in her mind was the sweet moment when she’d confided in Darius what she’d told nobody else, meaning in this way to prove her trust in him.

But he’d known all the time, and never told her.

‘Get out,’ she breathed. ‘Get out now, if you know what’s good for you.’

‘He doesn’t,’ said a voice from the door. ‘He’s never known what was good for him.’

Shocked, they both turned to see Darius standing there, a look of dark fury on his face.

‘You heard her,’ he told his father. ‘Get out. Get off this island and don’t ever come back.’

‘What are you doing here?’ Amos shouted.

‘When I found out where you’d gone I came after you as fast as I could. I knew you’d try something like this. Luckily, I arrived in time to spike your guns.’

‘I was only trying to do my best for you,’ Amos growled. ‘You’ve done so well these past few days.’

‘Yes, I’ve put a lot of things right, not everything but enough to survive. And now I’m coming back here to stay. For good. I’m moving my centre of operations here permanently. From now on I’ll operate out of Giant’s Beacon, with the help of my wife.’

‘Your wife!’ Amos snapped. ‘You mean you’ve asked her? Of all the damn fool-’

‘No, I haven’t asked her,’ Darius said with a glance at Harriet. ‘And after what you’ve told her I wouldn’t give much for my chances. But I’m a man who doesn’t give up. When I want something I keep on and on until I get it. You taught me that, and I was never more glad of a lesson in my life.

‘It won’t be easy. Why should any woman in her right mind want to marry into this family? But I’ll keep going until she forgives me for keeping that little matter of her husband to myself, and understands that I can’t live without her. Then, perhaps she’ll take pity on me.’

Harriet tried to speak but she couldn’t. Her eyes were blinded with tears and something was almost choking her.

‘Now go,’ Darius said quietly.

Amos knew when he was beaten. With a scowl at them both, he stormed out of the door and they heard his footsteps thundering on the stairs.

‘I meant every word of it,’ Darius said, coming to stand before her. ‘I love you. I want to have you with me always. That’s why I went to London, to set up the arrangements that would make it possible for me to move here permanently. I suppose I ought to have told you first-asked you first-but that’s not my way. I fix things to suit myself, and then other people just have to fit in. Once I knew I wanted to marry you, you never had a choice.

‘Harriet, Harriet, don’t cry. I don’t mean it. I’ll do anything to marry you. You’ll just have to be a little patient with me. Don’t cry, my darling, please.’

But she couldn’t stop crying. Tears of joy, of hope, of released tension, they all came flooding out, making it impossible for her to speak. Mysteriously, he also found that words had deserted him, so he abandoned them altogether, carried her into the bedroom and revealed his love in other ways. She responded with heartfelt tenderness, and they found that their mutual understanding was once more perfect.