Hitched!. Jessica Hart

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СКАЧАТЬ about a wedding, I think,’ he went on. ‘But he was whispering, so I might have got that wrong.’

      I clutched my hair. ‘Please don’t tell me Saffron has come all the way up here because of some wedding crisis!’

      ‘I gather she wanted to talk to you.’

      ‘Then why didn’t she just ring? Oh!’ A horrible thought struck me. Another one. I pulled out my phone and stared at its blank screen. ‘I switched my phone off last night,’ I remembered in a hollow voice.

      ‘I always find it helps to keep my phone on if I want people to get in touch with me,’ said George, but I was in too much of a fret to rise to his smug tone.

      ‘I’ve just had so many phone calls from Saffron about the wedding,’ I said as I switched on the phone. ‘It’s been going on for months already. Which superstar rock band should be flown in to perform? Should she get her dress designed in New York or Paris or London? Castle A will look better in the photos, but castle B has a helipad, so which should she choose? It’s totally out of control!’

      My phone began beeping as message after message came through. Distractedly, I scrolled through the ream of texts. ‘Call me... Call me... Crisis... Where r u?...I need u,’ I read. ‘Good grief, what’s been going on?’

      ‘Perhaps you’d better see her and find out.’

      ‘I would if I could just find my car key!’ I went back to scrabbling in the depths of my bag. ‘I know it’s in here!’

      George got to his feet. ‘I’ll give you a lift, if you like. I’m going up to the Hall anyway.’

      He was really enjoying the fact that I was so flustered, I could tell. The moment I knew Saffron was all right, I was going to kill her, I thought vengefully.

      ‘There’s really no need—ah!’ My fingers closed around the car key at last and I pulled it triumphantly out of my bag. ‘Here it is. I’ll be fine, thanks.’

      I hurried down the steps and hop-skip-jumped my way around the puddles to Audrey while George was putting on his boots.

      ‘I’ll tell Frank you’ll be a while, shall I?’

      Oh, God, I’d forgotten about the foundations! I dithered desperately as I hung onto the driver’s door. I needed to be on site, but I couldn’t leave my sister weeping all over my client. I hated being beholden to George Challoner, but I didn’t have time to explain to Frank now.

      ‘Er, yes...thank you,’ I said. ‘If you wouldn’t mind.’

      ‘Sure.’

      He strolled over to the foundations while I flung myself into Audrey and shoved the key in the ignition.

      Audrey wheezed, coughed, managed a splutter and then died.

      I made myself breathe slowly. My sister was having hysterics over the client who was key to the success of Hugh’s business. I mustn’t panic. I would deal with it the way I dealt with everything else, firmly and capably. All I had to do was to apologise to Lord Whellerby and remove Saffron.

      No problem.

      Except that Audrey had chosen now not to cooperate. I tried to start the engine again, but got only more wheezing, feebler this time.

      More deep breaths. I counted to ten and then turned the ignition key once more.

      ‘Please, Audrey,’ I muttered, jaw clenched. I was acutely aware of George Challoner, who had delivered the message to Frank and was now watching me from behind the wheel of the Land Rover. ‘Don’t let me down,’ I begged Audrey. ‘Not when he’s watching.’

      But Audrey did.

      One last turn of the ignition key, and not even a wheeze in return.

      I resisted the urge to bang my head against the steering wheel. Just.

      I couldn’t sit there any longer. I knew what Saffron was like when she got in a state, and if Lord Whellerby was anything like every other man I had known, he would be terrified. He was probably already Googling for another design and build company to complete his conference centre, I thought bitterly.

      How was I going to explain that to Hugh?

      I know this was the big contract to ensure the future of your company, but, see, Saffron was having a bit of a crisis and now we’ve lost the contract? I’d be lucky if Hugh didn’t have another heart attack.

      Barely two weeks on the job, and what would I have to show for it? Hugh back in hospital, out of a job, my best chance for site experience blown. My plan would be in tatters, my career would be over before it had really begun.

      I pulled myself up short. Good grief, I was getting as bad as Saffron! There was no point in overreacting until I knew what the situation was, and to do that I had to get to Whellerby Hall.

      My eyes flickered to George, and then away.

      I could walk to the Hall, but it would take too long to cross the estate.

      There was only one thing to be done.

      Sucking in a breath, I got out of Audrey, closed the door, walked deliberately around the bonnet of the Land Rover and got in next to George without a word.

      For a moment I sat there, looking straight through the windscreen, my lips pressed so firmly together they almost disappeared.

      ‘Thank you,’ I said at last, forcing the words out. ‘I’d be very glad of a lift.’

      ‘My pleasure,’ said George.

      To my annoyance, his engine leapt into life without so much as a murmur of protest. I cast a reproachful look at Audrey as George reversed out behind her, and changed gear.

      ‘You know, you could invest in a reliable car,’ he said, a ghost of amusement in his voice.

      ‘I couldn’t get rid of Audrey,’ I said, instantly on the defensive. ‘She’s a great car. It’s just that she can be a little...temperamental.’

      Or downright contrary, at times.

      George raised an eyebrow. Have you ever met anyone who could actually do that? Raise one brow? George could.

      ‘Audrey?’ he said.

      ‘She’s named after Audrey Hepburn. Because she’s so glamorous,’ I added when George seemed unable to make the connection.

      ‘Right.’ He glanced at me and then away, shaking his head a little, but I could see the curl at the corner of his mouth.

      I pushed my seat belt into place with a firm click. ‘She’s got style,’ I said defiantly. Vintage, perhaps, but definitely style.

      ‘Lime green is an interesting choice of colour,’ George commented.

      ‘It’s not everyone’s first choice, I know,’ I said, ‘but she was the only car I could afford when I bought her. I washed dishes for three years to pay for a car of my СКАЧАТЬ