Postcards At Christmas. Cara Colter

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СКАЧАТЬ He was a great guy, but he had that little problem of being so sure he knew it all—including what was good for Lucy—even when he didn’t. There could be shouting.

      Too bad. She’d fought long and hard for her independence and her big brother could not take it back from her now.

      She found Alice’s villa easily enough. Her high-tops made no noise on the cobbled street. Lucy ran up the stone steps and stood in the glow from the iron fixture above the door, ringing the bell.

      Nobody answered at first. Probably because it was after two in the morning. But she knew they were in there. Where else would they be?

      Finally, after five rings, the door was drawn back. Michelle Thierry, Alice’s assistant and housekeeper, stood on the other side clutching her plain blue robe at the neck, her pale hair flattened on one side, looking half asleep.

      Lucy almost felt guilty. Yeah, okay. She probably should have had it out with Noah earlier—like the first time he’d shot her one of those disapproving looks. Maybe she shouldn’t have spent the previous evening evading him. Two-thirty in the morning wasn’t exactly the best time for a family chat.

      “Miss Lucy,” Michelle said, her voice brisk even though her eyelids drooped sleepily. “What a complete surprise. Is there an emergency?”

      Too late to back down now. Lucy drew herself up. “Sort of—I mean, there is to me. I need to talk to my brother.”

      Michelle blinked away the last cobwebs of sleep and stepped back. “Well, I’ll just go and wake him, why don’t I?”

      “Thank you. That would be excellent.”

      Michelle ushered her into the living area, with its fat, inviting sofas, comfortable chairs and beautiful antiques. “Do make yourself at home. I’ll tell him you’re here.”

      “We already know. Thank you, Michelle,” said Alice from the doorway. She also wore a robe, a gorgeous red silk one painted with flowers and vines. Her brown hair was loose, tangled on her shoulders. Noah, in sweats, his hair looking blenderized and a scowl on his face, stood directly behind her. “Go back to bed,” Alice added softly to Michelle.

      With a nod, the housekeeper left them.

      “What the hell, Lucy?” Noah grumbled as soon as the three of them were alone.

      Alice pulled him down onto the sofa beside her and asked Lucy, “Are you hungry? Thirsty?”

      Lucy perched on a chair. “No. I just need to get a few things clear with my brother, that’s all. Then I’ll let you both go back to bed.”

      Noah raked his hair with both hands and grumbled, “Is there some reason this couldn’t wait until morning?”

      She ignored the question and demanded, “Did we or did we not have an agreement about who runs my life?”

      He shook his head and muttered something unpleasant under his breath. Alice sent him a warning look, one he pretended not to catch.

      Lucy let out a hard breath. “Well, since you’re not going to answer me, I’ll answer for you. We do have an agreement. I run my life and you don’t interfere.”

      “Interfere? What? I didn’t—”

      “Don’t say you didn’t, Noah. You know you did. You were giving me dirty looks all night long.”

      He did more grumbling under his breath. Alice took his hand and twined her fingers with his, but she didn’t say anything. She didn’t jump in to ease the tension, didn’t take his side just to please him. That Noah’s fiancée didn’t rush to appease him made Lucy love her all the more. Finally, he came out with it. “What’s going on with you and Damien?”

      “Is that in any way your business?”

      “Of course it’s my business. You’re my sister and I love you. And you said that you and Damien were just friends. He’s said that the two of you are just friends. But you weren’t acting like just friends tonight.”

      She reminded herself that she had absolutely nothing to hide. “We are friends and we always will be and we’re spending the weekend together in a, er, dating kind of way.”

      “A...dating kind of way?” Noah looked at her as though she’d lost her mind and stood in grave danger of never finding it again.

      She hitched her chin higher. “That’s right. Dami and I are dating. For the weekend. We’re...finding out if we might want to, um, take it to the next level.” Okay, she had nothing to hide, but still. She wasn’t quite willing to admit that she’d asked Dami to be her first lover. No matter how she phrased that, she didn’t think it was the kind of thing her big brother needed to know.

      “Dating,” he repeated in a low, angry growl. “Dating for the weekend.”

      “Isn’t that what I just said?”

      Noah yanked his hand free of Alice’s and shot to his feet. “No! Uh-uh. Absolutely not.”

      Lucy stood, too. No way she was letting him tower above her. “You have nothing to say about it, Noah. Nothing. At. All. And that’s why I’m here tonight. To remind you that you are not in any way the boss of me and you need to get that through your thick—”

      “Lucy, come on. Damien? Are you insane?”

      “Wonderful. Now I’m crazy. Great, Noah. Fabulous.”

      He speared his fingers through his hair again—and dialed it back a notch. “All right. Sorry. I meant that you’re...not thinking clearly.”

      “Whatever you meant, it was crappy. And you’re wrong.”

      “I’m only trying to make you see that you need to get real here. Damien’s not a guy who’s ever in it for the long haul. He’ll hurt you, break your heart. Why do you want to do that to yourself? Where’s the win for you in that?”

      “I think you’re wrong about Dami, too. But that’s not the point.”

      “Of course it’s the point.”

      “No. The point is that it’s my decision what happens between me and Dami—well, mine and Dami’s. You have no say in what goes on between him and me. And I want you to admit that, to keep your word and get your nose out of my life like you promised me a month and a half ago that you would.”

      “But you can’t—”

      “Noah. Yes, I can.” She took the few steps that brought her right up in his furious face and then she planted her feet wide, folded her arms across her middle and said, “Stay out of it. Leave it alone. Leave Dami alone. He doesn’t deserve to have you all over his case just because he’s willing to show me around Montedoro and treat me like a queen.”

      “She’s right, Noah,” said Alice, surprising them both by speaking up quietly from her seat on the sofa after staying out of it so completely until then. “You’ve said what you wanted to say and Lucy’s heard every word. Now you need to back off and remember that she’s all grown up and fully in charge of her own life and affairs.”

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