Save The Date!. Kate Hardy

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      It was simply signed John Cox.

      He handed the letter to Nell so she could read it too. It seemed mean-spirited not to. She read it and handed it back. ‘Loquacious, isn’t he?’

      Rick sank down into his chair.

      ‘The solicitor, Clinton Garside, is wily and unpleasant.’

      ‘Just like John Cox.’

      She shook her head and then seemed to realise she was contradicting him. Based on all the evidence Rick had so far, ‘wily and unpleasant’ described John to a T. ‘I never knew this side of him. He was quiet, didn’t talk much and certainly wasn’t affectionate, but he was kind to me.’

      Maybe so, but he still hadn’t let her plant marigolds.

      * * *

      Nell glanced at Rick and it suddenly hit her that he was only a step or two away from abandoning this entire endeavour.

      She didn’t know why, but instinct warned her that would be a bad thing—not bad evil, but bad detrimental. That it would hurt him in some fundamental way. As the messenger of the tidings she couldn’t help feeling partly responsible.

      You have enough troubles of your own.

      Be that as it may. She owed Rick. She owed him for what had happened fifteen years ago. She owed him for letting herself be browbeaten, for not being strong enough to have defended him when that had been the right thing to do. She might only have been ten years old, but she’d known right from wrong. She had no intention of making the same mistake now.

      She straightened. ‘Clint will give you the runaround. He’ll tell you he won’t be able to see you for weeks, and that’s not acceptable.’

      ‘Nell, I—’

      ‘If you have a sibling out there who needs you—’ she fixed him with a glare ‘—then it’s unacceptable.’

      His lips pressed together in a tight line. He slumped back in his seat without another word.

      Nell pulled her cellphone from her handbag and punched in Clint Garside’s number. ‘Hello, it’s Nell Smythe-Whittaker. I’d like to make an appointment to see Mr Garside, please. I know he’s very busy, but it’s rather important and I was hoping to meet with him as soon as possible.’

      ‘I’ll just check his appointment book,’ the receptionist said.

      ‘Thank you, I appreciate that.’ She searched her mind and came back with a name. ‘Is that you, Lynne?’

      ‘It is, Ms Smythe-Whittaker.’

      ‘Please, call me Nell. How’s your husband coming along after his football injury? Will he be right to play the first game of the season? All the fans are hoping so.’

      ‘We think so, fingers crossed. It’s nice of you to ask.’

      Exactly. And in return...

      ‘There’s just been a cancellation for Wednesday afternoon at three-thirty. Would that suit you?’

      ‘Wednesday at three-thirty,’ she repeated, glancing at Rick. He shrugged and nodded. ‘That’s perfect! Thank you so much, Lynne. I really appreciate it.’

      She rang off and stowed her phone back into her bag. ‘Three-thirty Wednesday,’ she repeated.

      ‘So you’re intent on holding my hand?’

      An edge had crept into his voice. She sat a little straighter and lifted her chin. ‘It’ll speed things up.’

      ‘Why are you so intent on helping me get to the bottom of all this?’

      She reached out to clasp the stem of her wine glass, twirled it around and around on the table. She lifted a shoulder. ‘There are a few different reasons. Guilt, for one. Your father has been dead for eight months and I’ve only found the time to give you his letter now.’

      ‘If he was my father.’

      If.

      ‘You had no idea what that letter contained. If you did...’

      ‘I’d have tried to deliver it the same day! And I’d have quizzed John to within an inch of his life, but that’s beside the point. I should’ve found the time to deliver it to you sooner.’

      ‘You’ve had a lot on your plate these last eight months. You’ve no need to feel guilty.’

      ‘The locket,’ she whispered. ‘It caused you so much trouble.’

      ‘We were just kids, Nell. None of it was your fault.’

      That wasn’t true. ‘I still feel badly about it.’

      He reached out and for a moment she thought he meant to take her hand; at the last moment he pulled his hand back. ‘I wish you wouldn’t.’

      He hadn’t touched her but warmth threaded through his eyes. His mouth had lost its hard edge, replaced with a gentle sensuality that threatened to weave her under its spell. She knew in her bones that Rick would know how to kiss a woman and mean it.

      It took all her strength to suppress the thrill that rippled through her. She fumbled to find the thread of their conversation again. ‘The police labelled you a thief and a liar,’ she forced herself to say. ‘They thought you bullied me into handing the locket over. Those labels stuck.’

      ‘Not my fault, Nell. And not yours.’

      Because he seemed to want her to, she nodded.

      ‘Anything else?’

      ‘John,’ she sighed. ‘I can’t help feeling he’d want me to help you and...I don’t owe him, but he was kind to me.’

      He shot back in his chair, his eyes cold.

      Her heart thumped. ‘I’m not trying to justify his behaviour to you. That’s shocking and unforgivable.’ But Rick would never have found the marigold tin without her help and what if there was further nonsense to be endured during the solicitor’s appointment?

      All of the hard angles had shot back into Rick’s face. A lazy devil’s smile hovered about his mouth, but it didn’t reach his eyes. She pulled herself up, lifted her chin and СКАЧАТЬ