Will He Ask Her to be His Bride?. Trish Wylie

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      Not sure she would dare to do that, Hester sat down with her own tea. ‘Did you use an interior designer?’

      ‘Originally, yes, but the woman had ideas so bizarrely different from mine we soon parted company. The study, the dining room and the master suite are down to me. Your room too,’ he added, ‘which is why it’s a touch stark.’

      ‘Not to me. It’s exactly to my taste.’

      ‘Good. By the way, did you apologise to Lowri for me?’

      ‘Yes, but I didn’t say you’d ring in case something prevented that.’ She eyed him thoughtfully. ‘She was a bit blue on the way home tonight.’

      He frowned. ‘Why?’

      ‘Seeing me with my mother emphasized the lack of one herself.’ In for a penny, in for a pound, thought Hester. ‘She would like a baby sister. Even a baby brother would do.’

      Connah stared, thunderstruck. ‘She told you that?’

      ‘Oh, yes. She’s madly envious of her friend Owen because he’s acquired a stepmother.’ Hester’s lips twitched. ‘Be warned. She’d like one of those too.’

      ‘Good God!’ He held out his cup for more tea, looking poleaxed. ‘She’s never said a word to me.’

      ‘It’s woman to woman stuff. Please don’t let on that I told you.’

      ‘I won’t, but I’m glad you warned me. I try to give her most things she wants, but in this case she’ll just have to deal with disappointment.’

      Influenced by the intimacy of the situation and the lateness of the hour, Hester found herself asking a question so personal she regretted it the moment it was out of her mouth. ‘You have no plans to marry again?’

      She held her breath, certain that Connah would tell her it was nothing to do with the woman he was employing to look after his daughter, but, to her immense relief, he merely shook his head.

      ‘Not even for Lowri will I marry just to provide her with a stepmother, Hester. She’ll have to find something else to wish for.’ His mouth turned down. ‘But at the weekend my mother informed me that Alice is expecting a baby, so in view of what you’ve just told me I suppose I can expect fireworks from Lowri when she hears that piece of news. Apparently Owen doesn’t know yet, but I doubt that a boy of his age will be thrilled.’

      ‘He might be if Lowri envies him.’

      ‘True.’ Connah eyed the empty plate in surprise. ‘I seem to have eaten all the cakes.’

      ‘There’s plenty more in the box. Are you sure you wouldn’t like me to cook you something?’

      He shook his head and got up with gratifying reluctance. ‘I’d better take myself off to the study for some of that whisky I mentioned.’ He gave her the smile that had bowled her over when she was seventeen and was doing pretty much the same right now, all the more potent because it was the first time she’d witnessed it at full power since then. ‘You must be desperate to get to bed. Tomorrow I’ll get something sent in for once to give you the evening off. And I’ll put Lowri to bed myself,’ he added, collecting his briefcase. ‘Don’t mention that I’m home when she wakes in the morning. I want to surprise her.’

      ‘Of course. Goodnight.’

      Hester cleared away, then went straight upstairs to check on Lowri. Later, armed with a paperback thriller her mother had given her, she settled down in bed in a glow of well-being which soon faded when she traced it not only to Connah’s return but because he’d seemed as pleased to see her as she was to see him. She sighed. This was something to be nipped in the bud right now. He was a very different man from the mysterious Mr Jones who’d set her teenage pulse fluttering. But, although he still had much the same effect on her ten years on, no way was she getting involved again with someone related to a child in her care.

      Lowri was utterly delighted when Connah walked into the kitchen during breakfast next morning.

      ‘Daddy! I didn’t know you were home,’ she cried, jumping up to hug him.

      ‘I came late last night and asked Hester not to tell you so I could give you a surprise,’ he said, taking her on his knee. He kissed her and smiled down into the sparkling eyes. ‘You’re getting so big I won’t be able to do this much longer. I won’t have room on my lap.’

      She beamed up at him. ‘Did Hester tell you what a great time I had at her house yesterday?’

      ‘Not yet; she said you’d want to tell me yourself.’

      ‘Before Lowri starts on her saga,’ said Hester quickly, ‘what would you like for breakfast?’

      Connah smiled at her warmly. ‘Oh, just toast and coffee, please.’

      While Lowri launched into her account of the tea party, Hester made a pot of coffee, poured orange juice, filled a silver rack with wholemeal toast and put it all on the tray she’d laid ready for the breakfast Sam had told her Connah ate in the study while he caught up with world news and the state of the stock market. Hester took the tray upstairs and left it on the desk, but Connah frowned as he came into the room with Lowri. ‘I could have brought that up myself, but thank you, Hester.’

      ‘Not at all. It’s my job. Lowri can tell me when you’ve finished.’

      ‘I was just telling Daddy about your flat, Hester,’ said the child eagerly. ‘I can’t wait for him to see it.’

      ‘We can’t intrude on Hester’s home, cariad,’ Connah told her, and gave Hester a questioning look.

      ‘You’re welcome to any time,’ she said casually. ‘Not that there’s much to see.’ She left father and daughter together and went back to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee she could drink in peace on her own. She wondered why Connah had objected when she’s taken his breakfast up to the study. After all, it was what housekeepers did. Or would he have preferred Sam to do it, as presumably he’d done before she arrived on the scene? If the appropriate moment presented itself, she would ask to save further embarrassment. It presented itself sooner than expected when Lowri came to tell her that her father had finished his breakfast.

      ‘He wouldn’t let me bring the tray down myself,’ she said crossly.

      ‘Only because he didn’t want you to slip on those stone stairs and hurt yourself,’ said Hester briskly. ‘Now, you think about what you’d like to do today while I fetch it.’

      Connah turned from his computer screen as Hester knocked on the study door. ‘Come in. Sit down.’

      She took the chair in front of the desk and looked at him warily.

      ‘Lowri may be unaware of your true role in this house, but I am not,’ said Connah bluntly. ‘Which means I don’t expect you to fetch and carry for me, Hester.’

      ‘You obviously prefer Sam to do it.’

      He frowned. ‘I wouldn’t put it that way exactly; I just think he should. You were engaged to look after Lowri, not wait on me. The fact that you also cook for us is more than enough.’

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