Blind-Date Marriage. Fiona Harper

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      She sighed and started to speak, but he warded the words off with a raised hand.

      ‘Please, don’t apologise again. You did me a big favour, in fact. I wasn’t looking forward to my evening, and you’ve given me the perfect excuse to bow out.’

      ‘Really?’

      ‘Yes, really. I was destined for a date from hell with a girl that looks like a horse—and I’m not sure whether it’s the front end or the back end she most resembles!’

      Her laugh was loud and unexpected.

      ‘Well, consider me your knight in shining armour, then,’ she added, giggles bubbling under the surface.

      He laughed along with her. ‘My eternal gratefulness, kind lady. In fact, I should thank you in some way. How about dinner?’

      Since they were sitting at yet another red light, she shot a look across at him. ‘Have you forgotten why you’re in my car in the first place? You’re dripping wet!’

      ‘It wouldn’t take me long to get dry and changed. We could nip out somewhere local. We’d be in a public place. You’d be perfectly safe.’

      ‘How do I know that? We’ve only just met. I don’t even know your name.’

      ‘It’s Jake.’

      ‘Well, Jake, I still don’t know you from Adam—except that your name’s not Adam, that is.’ Oh, God, she was rambling!

      ‘Then why did you let me in your—I mean your friend’s car, then? I could be anyone. I could be an axe-wielding maniac, for all you know.’

      She went cold. He was right. She’d been so busy feeling bad for him she hadn’t even considered basic personal safety. Her voice was braver than she felt when she answered.

      ‘Don’t be daft! I rescued you, remember? You’re a Jake-in-distress. You can’t possibly be an axe-wielding maniac!’ Could he?

      Now it was his turn to laugh. Her shoulders untensed, but she stayed quiet and concentrated on the traffic. Quicker than expected, they drew up in Great Portman Street.

      ‘Which one?’ She leaned forward and peered down the road. One side was almost entirely occupied by a red brick block of Victorian apartments.

      ‘Right here. Top floor.’

      ‘Very posh.’

      She kept her eyes on the road as the car came to a halt. Even without the tell-tale reflection in the windscreen, she’d have sensed he’d turned to face her. Strange, she’d always thought that being able to feel someone’s eyes boring into you was a load of poppycock.

      ‘Come inside and have the grand tour.’

      ‘You’re very forward, aren’t you?’

      ‘I know what I want, and I don’t stop until I get it.’

      The implication of that sentence made her cheeks burn. She was very proud of the wobble-free voice that came out of her mouth.

      ‘Sorry, Jake-in-distress, I have a prior commitment. Maybe another time.’

      ‘Couldn’t you stand him up?’

      A reply like that would normally have had her spitting, but he said it with such lazy charm she found herself laughing.

      ‘No.’

      But she wanted to. Miraculously, the prospect of an evening with Charles Jacobs seemed even greyer.

      ‘Too bad.’ The tone of his voice said he respected her decision more than he cared to admit. ‘At least give me your number.’

      ‘Give my number? To an axe-wielding maniac? You must be mad!’

      She smiled at him.

      He smiled back.

      Boy, those smiles got more brilliant with every outing. If she didn’t get out of here quick, she was going to change her mind about dinner. Then Cassie would kill her for standing up the ‘suitable’ man she’d found for her, and that would never do. She was looking forward to the prospect of another time with Jake too much.

      He reached into his pocket, fished out a business card and scribbled something on the back with a fountain pen.

      ‘Have it your way. Here’s my number, then.’

      She took it from him. Even the little rectangle of card was soggy. She’d done a really good job with that puddle.

      He looked her straight in the eye. ‘Use it.’

      Her gaze collided with his. He was so sure she was going to call. There wasn’t a flicker of doubt in his expression. Women probably fell over themselves to follow his every whim on a daily basis. Part of her felt like throwing the card out of the window and into the gutter; the other part wanted to tuck it inside her bra to make sure she didn’t lose it.

      Her lips pursed. She meant to look peeved, but somehow a small smile escaped.

      ‘Maybe. Goodbye, Jake.’

      She put the car into reverse and started to move out of the parking space. Before she had a chance to pull away, he pounded on the window. ‘Wait!’

      She pressed the button and enjoyed his mounting irritation as the window edged down bit by bit.

      ‘You haven’t even told me your name.’

      ‘So I didn’t.’

      ‘Well?’

      ‘I get the feeling you’re the kind of man who won’t let a tiny detail like that stop you. You’ll find out—if you want to badly enough.’

      With that, she rolled up the window and drove away. She risked a glance in the rear-view mirror and a huge grin spread over her face. He was standing in the street with his mouth hanging open.

      She didn’t look back. Instead, she tooted the horn and did a little finger wave.

      Now, that had been smooth!

      Stupid, but smooth.

      Stupid, because the only reason she hadn’t told him her name was the funny reaction it provoked in almost everyone she met. She hadn’t wanted to spoil the moment, hadn’t wanted the delectable Jake to have the usual set of preconceptions about her.

      What had her parents been thinking when they called her Serendipity? It was tantamount to child abuse! She’d been the target of bullies from her first day of school because of her name.

      Why couldn’t she have been called Sally or Susan? Nice, sensible, traditional names. No one would think Susan was a hippy wild child. And Sally was the kind of СКАЧАТЬ