Page 9 of Marry Me…Maybe?
He’d been gorgeous in his work clothes but he was absolutely glorious in urban chic, with his damp hair all mussed and falling into his eyes.
He raised a questioning eyebrow and she realised she was staring at him with her mouth hanging open.
‘I mean, I actually do come from a good family and I was sent to all the “right” schools.’ She made the quotes sign in the air with her fingers. ‘Plus, my father’s the CEO of a very well-respected accounting firm in the City.’
He nodded. ‘Good, that will make a difference.’
She looked down and kicked at a bit of fluff on the carpet with her toe. ‘Of course, I haven’t spoken to him in ages – or my brother, for that matter. He’s been living in Australia for the last six years, so we’re not exactly on great terms. And I guess I need to tell you that my mother’s dead.’
She no longer felt the throb of brutal torment whenever she said those words. They just rolled off her tongue, unencumbered.
It worried her some days how numbed she felt to it now.
‘I’m sorry.’
She looked back up to meet his concerned gaze and gave a twitch of her nose and a shrug of her shoulder to intimate that she was unbothered by it. ‘Don’t be. I’m not some delicate little flower that needs protecting. I can look after myself. Been doing it for years.’
He held her gaze, his brow furrowed as if he was trying to work her out. She stared back at him, determined not to be the one to look away first.
Finally, he gave her a sharp nod. ‘Do you want a drink?’ he asked abruptly.
Clearly, she’d passed some kind of test. Either that or she’d freaked him out by getting a little too personal and he was backing the hell off. ‘I could murder a vodka and tonic,’ she joked, flashing him a cheeky grin.
He raised an eyebrow. ‘I was thinking coffee. Very strong coffee.’
‘Very strong coffee would work too,’ she said, giving another indifferent shrug.
He snorted gently. ‘Okay, I’ll show you the rest of upstairs, then we’ll go back to the kitchen.’ He walked out of the room, leaving her to follow behind.
She caught him up as he went into the next door along the corridor. ‘Guest room,’ he said, waving a hand around the room.
‘Nice,’ she said, nodding sagely. She wasn’t joking either – the whole place was beautifully done out.
‘So, what’s your big secret, then, Theo? Hmm…? Everyone has one? Let me guess.’ She folded her arms, tipped her head to one side and gave him a contemplative stare. ‘A brood of illegitimate children just poised to crawl out of the woodwork? Or perhaps a “mad” wife stashed away in the attic?’
‘Unlikely to the first guess and not yet to the second, but I’m sure it’s only a matter of time.’
‘Because you’re bound to drive any woman you get involved with round the bend?’
‘Something like that.’
His gaze raked her face for a moment before the corner of his mouth twitched upwards. It was the closest thing she’d seen to a smile since they’d met and a sense of satisfaction warmed her blood.
He must have been uncomfortable with the change in atmosphere, though, because he brought down the frown again, then abruptly turned and walked out of the room, leaving her to hurry after him.
Back out on the landing, he gestured down the corridor, pointing out the other guest bedrooms and bathrooms, then strode off back down the stairs – presumably to make the promised coffee.
She caught up with him as he reached the bottom step and followed him into the kitchen, where he proceeded to set up the coffee-maker.
Turning to look at her once it was gurgling away, he narrowed his eyes, as if deciding how to put his next statement. ‘Not meaning to be insensitive, but we’d better not go into detail about your lack of family harmony in case my mother thinks you’re after me for my money,’ he said finally.
She snorted and crossed her arms. ‘I don’t need your money. Not with the job I have.’
‘What job is that?’ he asked, leaning back against the counter.
‘You really don’t recognise me? Emily Applegate fromTreasure Trail? It’s one of the most popular shows on TV at the minute.’
At least it was on the second-rate channel it ran on – but, to be fair, it was soon to be promoted to the big league. There was no need to mention the small hiccup of the threat of being droppedfrom the show to him, though. It would only complicate matters, and they’d agreed to keep their stories simple.
