The Right Bride?. Jessica Steele

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СКАЧАТЬ She assimilated a beak of a nose, a formidable chin with a cleft, and a strong mouth with a sensual curve to its lower lip. And his eyes were truly amazing—a colour between azure and turquoise, fringed by long lashes. And brilliant now with the temper he was trying to control. But more, she thought, for the horse’s sake than hers.

      She said huskily, ‘I should have been more careful, I know. But I was thinking about—something else.’

      He gestured impatiently. ‘But I warned you to go back. Why did you ignore me?’

      ‘I—didn’t hear what you said—not properly.’

      He muttered something else under his breath. ‘You are no doubt accustomed to people shouting at you,’ he added contemptuously. ‘And have learned to disregard it.’

      Allie sank her teeth into her lower lip. Yes, she thought, but not in the way you imagine.

      ‘Again, I’m sorry.’ She wiped her face with the handkerchief, detecting a faint fragrance of some masculine cologne in its folds.

      ‘I did not believe it when I looked down from the top of the cliff and saw you there in the Cauldron,’ he said harshly. ‘We call it that because when the tide is full the water seems to boil over the rocks.’

      Allie shuddered. ‘I didn’t know. I—I’ve never gone that way before.’ And I wouldn’t have done so this time if I hadn’t been trying to avoid you…

      ‘I was almost tempted to leave you,’ he went on. ‘Instead of risking my life, and my even more valuable horse, to come to the aid of a stranger and a fool.’

      She lifted her chin. ‘Oh, don’t spare me. Please say exactly what you think,’ she invited, with a trace of her usual spirit.

      ‘I shall,’ he told her brusquely. He added, ‘Roland, you understand, does not care for the sea.’

       Then perhaps you should have left me. It would have been one answer to my problems…

      The thought ran like lightning through her head, but was instantly dismissed as she contemplated the shock and grief that Tante would have suffered if the sea had indeed taken her.

      Besides, when faced with it, oblivion had not seemed nearly so desirable, and she knew she would have fought to survive.

      She swallowed. ‘Then Roland’s a true hero.’ She got slowly to her feet. ‘And—thank you for having second thoughts,’ she added with difficulty. She smoothed her hands down her wet trousers, and stopped as a sudden realisation dawned. ‘Oh, God, I’ve lost my shoes. They were in my pockets.’

      ‘I hope you do not expect me to go back for them,’ he said with asperity.

      ‘Oh, no,’ Allie returned, almost poisonously sweet. ‘I think saving my life places me under quite enough obligation to you for one day.’

      ‘Or perhaps not,’ he said slowly. ‘Where are you staying, mademoiselle?’

      For a moment, this form of address threw her. Then she remembered her discarded wedding ring. He would naturally assume she was single, and she should put him right instantly. But…

      ‘Why?’ she asked, still edgy. ‘Are you hoping to be rewarded for bringing back the stray?’

      The firm mouth curled. ‘You mean there are people who would pay to have you returned to them? Incroyable. However, I hope it is not too far,’ he added smoothly. ‘It could be an uncomfortable journey in bare feet.’ He watched the variety of expressions that flitted across her face with an appreciation he did not bother to disguise. ‘Or would you prefer to ride back to your accommodation on Roland?’

      Neither, she thought. I’d much rather the past hour had never happened. I wish I was back in my room at Les Sables, turning over to sleep again.

      ‘Please make up your mind, mademoiselle.’ He glanced at his watch. ‘I am not a tourist. Unlike you, I have work to go to.’

      One day, she promised herself. One day, I’ll think of something to say that will wipe that smirk out of your voice.

      Except that presupposed they would meet again, which was the last thing she wanted—to keep running into a man who regarded her as a bedraggled idiot.

      She lifted her chin. ‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘I think I’d better accept your offer. As long as Roland has forgiven me for his unexpected dip.’

      ‘He has a nature of the most amiable.’ He cupped his hands. ‘Put your foot here,’ he directed, and as she nervously complied he tossed her up into the saddle as if she were thistledown, then began to lead Roland up the slope. ‘You had better tell him where he is to take you,’ he added over his shoulder.

      She said unhappily, ‘I’m staying with Madame Colville at Les Sables.’ She could just imagine Tante’s reaction when she turned up, barefoot on the back of a strange horse, looking like a piece of sub-human flotsam. She added unwillingly, ‘I’m her great-niece.’

      ‘Ah,’ he said. ‘I did not know she had such a relation. But then she is my father’s patient, not mine.’

      She frowned. ‘Patient? You mean you’re a doctor?’

      ‘You find it hard to believe? Yet I assure you it is true,’ he said. He made a slight inclination of the head. ‘Remy de Brizat at your service.’

      As she hesitated, he added, ‘Now you are supposed to tell me your name, mademoiselle. Or is it a secret?’

      Not a secret, she thought. But not the whole truth either, which is very wrong of me. But perhaps this is my morning for behaving badly. And anyway, we’re unlikely to meet again, so what harm can it really do?

      She said, quietly and clearly, ‘I’m called Alys, monsieur. Alys—Colville.’

      ‘Alys,’ he said reflectively. ‘A charming name—and French too.’

      She wrinkled her nose. ‘In England, I’m plain Alice.’

      At the top of the slope, he halted Roland and stood looking up at her, his smile faintly twisted. ‘You are wrong,’ he said softly. ‘You could not ever be plain—anything.’

      There was an odd, tingling silence, then he added briskly, ‘Now, move back a little, Alys, if you please, so that Roland can take us both.’

      She did as she was told, feeling awkward, and hoping the exertion would explain the sudden surge of colour in her face. Remy de Brizat mounted lithely in front of her.

      ‘Hold on to me,’ he instructed. ‘The medical centre in Ignac opens in one hour, and I must be there.’

      Reluctantly, she put her hands on her companion’s shoulders, then, as the big horse moved off, she found herself being thrown forward, and hastily clasped her arms round his waist instead.

      ‘Ça va?’ he queried over his shoulder, as Roland’s stride lengthened into a canter.

      ‘I think so,’ Allie gasped, clinging on for grim death, and heard him laugh softly.

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