Dark Pirate. Angela Devine
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Название: Dark Pirate
Автор: Angela Devine
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
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Rose had a dreamlike sense of unreality throughout the interview that followed. After all, she didn’t even have a passport as proof of her identity, let alone a proper job or any sign of financial stability apart from the title deeds of Aunt Em’s cottage, which were lodged with a local solicitor. And yet Hugh Thomas seemed extraordinarily unfazed by all of this and very soon produced a document for her to sign with terms of interest that seemed to her inexperienced eye remarkably favourable. When Greg arrived after the prescribed half-hour she stumbled out, looking dazed.
‘Well?’ he demanded. ‘How did it go?’
‘He’s agreed,’ she said in disbelief. ‘A fifteen-thousand-pound personal loan and another five-thousand-pound overdraft facility. And he’s supplied me with some cash for immediate expenses. I can’t believe it!’
‘Oh, Hugh’s a pretty shrewd man,’ said Greg. ‘He knows a good business proposition when he sees one. And a trustworthy client. Come on, let’s go and have a cream tea to celebrate.’
He took her to an unpretentious tea-shop down by the waterfront and they sat outside on a balcony gay with red geraniums and striped blue and white umbrellas.
‘It’s going to be quite a long time before that cottage is fit to take in paying guests,’ worried Rose aloud. ‘I’ll have to buy a PC with an eighty-megabyte hard disk so I can finish this stock-control program. Oh, dear! How am I going to cope?’
‘That’s easily organised,’ said Greg, reaching into his pocket for a battered notebook and Biro. ‘Tell me what kind you need and I’ll try and get you a suitable ma-chine in Plymouth. Now, the next thing is to organise your renovations. I can put you on to some good tradesmen who’ll save you a packet, but there’s another suggestion I’d like to make to you.’
‘What’s that?’ asked Rose warily.
‘You know what it’s like when you’re renovating a house. There’s always a terrible mess, no electric power, no proper plumbing, dust everywhere. Well, my suggestion is this: while they’re fixing up your house, why don’t you move into my cottage?’
‘WHAT do you mean?’ demanded Rose in an outraged voice. ‘Move into your cottage?’ Greg tried hard to look like an innocent lamb and failed dismally. Nothing could conceal the disturbing glint in his dark eyes as they moved lingeringly down over her body.
‘You’re too hard on me, Rose,’ he protested. ‘You’re not afraid I’m going to seduce you, are you?’
‘No, I’m not afraid you’re going to seduce me!’ exclaimed Rose hotly and then hurriedly lowered her voice as she saw several people glance over their shoulders in an interested fashion. ‘I wouldn’t put it past you to try, but I’m not afraid of it because I wouldn’t let it happen!’
‘Then what’s the problem?’ asked Greg.
‘The problem is that you lure me into doing things that I don’t intend to do and that I regret afterwards, like going to see the bank manager—not that I regretted that afterwards because it all turned out so well,’ said Rose, getting rather tangled up. ‘Oh, you know perfectly well what I mean, Greg. I don’t want to be alone with you!’
‘But you wouldn’t be,’ said Greg. ‘I wouldn’t be there.’
Rose was conscious of an unexpected stab of disappointment. ‘What do you mean, you wouldn’t be there?’ she demanded, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.
Greg spread a scone with jam and cream, took an appreciative bite and then sipped some tea before he answered. ‘I’m based in Plymouth right through the week,’ he said. ‘I’m only ever here on weekends.’
‘Then what were you doing here yesterday and today?’ challenged Rose. ‘On a Monday and Tuesday?’
Greg sighed and stroked his chin. ‘You’re very unsportsmanlike to point that out,’ he complained. ‘Anyway, that was an exception. Most weeks I’m busy at the shipyard Monday to Friday and I only come home on the weekends. You’d have my cottage to yourself nearly all of the time and you’d actually be doing me a favour if you stayed there.’
‘Doing you a favour? What do you mean?’
‘It would discourage housebreakers if you were staying in the house.’
‘Housebreakers? In Polperro?’
‘There are purse snatchers,’ Greg reminded her.
Rose was silent for a moment, drumming her fingers on the red and white checked tablecloth and then fiddling restlessly with a geranium in a glass vase. She felt an unwelcome stir of interest in Greg’s proposition, but events were moving far too fast for her. In the past she had always thought of herself as cautious, sensible, slow to take risks or tackle new relationships. It had been several months before she had even let Martin kiss her, much less talk her into sleeping with him. And she had never really enjoyed it, which only confirmed her dismal certainty that she was more aloof than most women. Yet Greg Trelawney seemed to crash through her reserve without any effort at all. In fact, his brooding dark eyes and crooked smile were beginning to hold an almost hypnotic fascination for her. With a tremulous leap of the heart, she realised exactly what she feared if she went to stay with him. Not Greg. Herself. A fiery, aching sweetness throbbed through her as she remembered how he had kissed her in the firelight. What would she do if he did that again? Order him to stop or…? A shudder thrilled through her body and her eyes flashed up to his in a swift, tormented glance. It was madness even to think of such things! Madness. No. She liked Greg and trusted him, but she wasn’t going to invite heartbreak a second time.
‘It’s impossible—’ she began urgently.
‘It’s sensible,’ he cut in. ‘Look, Rose, your great-aunt’s house is going to be uninhabitable and you know it. You haven’t got any money to spend on a hotel and my cottage is standing empty. Why not take advantage of it? Are you going to let your stupid pride stand in the way?’
Rose’s tempestuous feelings found vent in anger. ‘That’s a very sneakily worded question,’ she snapped. ‘If I say yes, it’s like admitting that I’m proud and stupid, and if I say no, I’ve played right into your hands.’
‘Touché,’ murmured Greg admiringly. ‘You’re no fool, are you, Rose?’
‘No, I’m not,’ she retorted. ‘And I’m not going to be sweet-talked into this. I’m sorry, Greg, I’m genuinely grateful for all you’ve done for me, but enough is enough. I don’t want to be so much in your debt. And anyway, what about the weekends? What would we do then?’
‘We slept together last night,’ pointed out Greg.
Several newspapers rustled and there was a discreet turning of heads on other parts of the balcony. ,
‘No, we did not!’ hissed Rose, wishing passionately that she could manage to shout and whisper at the same time. ‘You slept in the spare room and nothing happened between us!’
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