When I got back to the bar, it was so busy I thankfully didn’t have time to dwell on my relationship. In fact my head was so into work that when the guy first pushed his way to the front of the bar and leaned across it I didn’t recognize him. I shot him a quick, irritated look, not having much patience with anyone who shoved himself to the front of the queue, but I hurried down the bar to get a beer for my customer, not registering who he was. It wasn’t until I stretched back up from the fridge and realized he’d shoved his way down to the end of the bar to be near me that I took the time to really look at him.
Grey-blue eyes stared at me out of a rugged, older man’s face. His hair was cropped close to his head, but I could see the sprinklings of grey among the dark strands. There were attractive lines around his eyes, and his face hadn’t softened with age. It was still rough-hewn. His powerful shoulders and chest suggested he was still as fit as he’d ever been.
Those hard eyes glittered at me and I felt my world flip upside down.
‘Dad?’ I mouthed, disbelieving that he was standing at the bar in front of me.
I wanted to run. I wanted to hide. No. I wanted to run home, grab Cole, and then hide.
‘Jo.’ Murray Walker leaned across the bar. ‘Good to see you, lass.’
I found myself stumbling towards him, the pounding noise of chatter and music fizzling to a quiet murmur. I put the beer on the bar with a trembling hand.
Murray eyed my shaking fingers and smirked as he turned his gaze back on my face. ‘Been a long time. You’re all grown up. You’re even prettier than your maw was.’
‘Hey, can I get served?’ an irritated girl beside Murray asked. The irritation melted to fear when Murray whipped his head around to glare at her.
‘What are you doing here?’ I asked, loud enough to be heard over the music, hating myself for the quiver in my voice.
‘Been trying to find you for f**king ages, ever since I got out.’ He grunted, his face twisting into that familiar expression of hate. ‘Bitch took off and didn’t tell me where you were going. Then I did a google search on you the other week there and where did you crop up but in a picture with a multimillionaire from Edinburgh. The article said you worked here. It was an auld article like, but I thought I’d try my luck.’ He flashed me a grin that didn’t reach his eyes.
My whole body was shaking now. The blood was rushing in my ears, my pulse points throbbing and my stomach churning. I clasped my hands behind my back, trying to still the tremors. ‘Wh-what do you want?’
Murray’s eyes narrowed and he leaned over the bar. I instinctively moved back. ‘I want to see my son, Jo.’
It was my worst fear realized.
I feared it more than I feared Murray Walker.
‘No.’
He curled his lip at me. ‘What?’
I shook my head, eyes blazing. ‘Never. I’ll not let you near him.’
He huffed, seeming amazed at my audacity. He slammed a hand on the bar with a twisted smile. ‘I’ll let you think on that very carefully, lass. See you soon.’ And just as quickly as he’d appeared, he melted back into the crowd.
The noise, the music, came flooding back and I staggered against the bar in absolute shock.
‘Jo, you okay?’
Blinking rapidly, seeing little dark spots all over my vision, I turned on unstable feet to find Alistair peering into my face in concern. ‘I feel –’
‘Whoa.’ He reached for me as I swayed towards him. ‘Okay, you’re taking a break.’
‘Too busy …’ I murmured.
Something cold was pressed into my hand as Alistair led me towards the staff room. I glanced down at the bottle of water. ‘Sadie and I have this, so just take a minute or two. You’re probably dehydrated. It’s hot in here tonight. Go on, drink up,’ he insisted, and then once he was sure I was obeying his order, he hurried back out to the bar to help Sadie with the customers.
My heart was still pounding. I gazed at the wall. Trying to process what had just happened.
Murray Walker was back.
He was still a mean bastard.
And … Cole. He wanted to see Cole. I shook my head, bending over on a gasp as tears pricked my eyes.
No. Never.
Fuck.
What was I going to do?
I took a taxi home that night, terrified that Murray would be waiting outside the bar for me. He wasn’t. Still …
I lay in bed staring at the ceiling.
This could break me. I could curl up and cry and become that little girl he’d abused. I could run to Cam.
But Cole was mine to protect. He’d always been mine to protect. And anyway, Murray was just playing with me. He’d had no interest in wanting to see Cole when he was in Cole’s bloody life, and now he’d come to me. Not Mum. Me.
Then I did a google search on you the other week there and where did you crop up but in a picture with a multimillionaire from Edinburgh.
The bastard didn’t want Cole. He wanted money.
He was going to blackmail me for money.
Stupid ass**le. I didn’t have any money!
I shook my head and turned on my side, pulling the covers tight around me. I’d just tell him that Malcolm and I were over and I didn’t have access to his money any more. I was pretty sure that then he’d go slithering back into his little hole in Glasgow.
That was it, settled then. There was no need to tell anyone about this. Murray would be gone before I knew it.
Sleep evaded me for another night.
28
Thankfully Cole put my subdued behaviour the next morning down to the reigning silence between me and Cam.