A Marrying Man?. Lindsay Armstrong

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      ‘Well, I’m sure you don’t like me any more today than you did last night for one thing, and for another, taking advantage of little girls and sending them goosebumpy doesn’t recommend you to me at all.’

      He raised a quizzical eyebrow at her. ‘What—do you mean young Brenda?’

      ‘Precisely’

      ‘But I didn’t do anything,’ he protested mildly. ‘I give you my word.’

      ‘Nevertheless, it got done,’ Georgia replied—quite irrationally, she realised, but didn’t care.

      ‘I’m not quite sure what I can say to that—’

      ‘Don’t bother,’ she flashed at him, then swore beneath her breath as the traffic slowed to a crawl.

      ‘Georgia, you’ll be a nervous wreck if you don’t…just let go a bit,’ he advised.

      ‘Why should I let go? The last thing I want to be doing is driving to Sydney in this weather, with a man I don’t like, on a mission that’s not going to do any good, and with my back ki—’ She broke off abruptly.

      ‘Ah, I thought your back was killing you—why didn’t you say so?’ he said exasperatedly. ‘Look, pull up at the next lay-by and let me drive, at least.’

      She set her mouth stubbornly, then sighed suddenly. ‘All right.’

      ‘How did it happen?’ he asked a few minutes later, after they’d made the change and were on the road again. ‘Your back?’

      ‘I fell off a horse,’ Georgia said bleakly. ‘It’s only a pulled muscle.’

      ‘Did you get straight back on again?’

      ‘As a matter of fact, I did—why?’

      ‘I don’t know why, but I was pretty sure you would have.’

      ‘What does that make me? Quite mad on top of everything else you think about me?’

      ‘No. Quite wise—isn’t that what one should always do?’

      Georgia cast him a narrowed, frustrated glance. ‘You didn’t make it sound wise at all!’

      He smiled faintly. ‘The trouble is, I’m valiantly trying to make conversation with you and not getting much help. Uh—let’s try another tack. You said you had two hacks?’

      Georgia’s face softened despite herself. ‘Yes, Wendell and Connie. Her name’s actually Constancy, and she…well, we almost grew up together, so I’ve got a very soft spot for her.’

      ‘What about Wendell?’

      Georgia’s expression grew indignant and fiery as she said, ‘Some people should be shot, you know!’

      ‘How so?’

      She moved and settled her back against the improvised cushion they’d made of her coat. ‘He was abandoned, apparently, in a paddock with absolutely no feed. He was full of worms, thin as a rake and he’d damaged a tendon in his off-fore. He was quite pitiful when I found him.’

      ‘He looks a picture of health now.’

      ‘He does, doesn’t he?’ Georgia said contentedly, then grimaced wryly. ‘Whilst Connie is like my best friend, Wendell is a bit like my own kid.’

      William Brady murmured, ‘Well, you’ve got quite a family, haven’t you?’

      Georgia’s contentment faded and she looked away.

      ‘What have I said now?’ he asked.

      ‘Nothing.’

      

      About an hour later, he pulled into a service station, topped up the petrol and disappeared into the shop. He came out with a carton of food and two cups of coffee in plastic cups. They’d passed through the Gold Coast and were winding along the banks of the Tweed river towards Murwillumbah. He drove for a couple more miles then pulled off the road beside a picnic spot with tables and benches. The weather had cleared and it was pleasantly peaceful beside the river, surrounded by the cane-fields.

      ‘We’ll have a little break,’ he said.

      ‘I should have thought of bringing some food,’ Georgia said inconsequentially as she sat on top of one of the tables eating an indifferent ham sandwich—then grimaced.

      William Brady contemplated her in silence for a moment, then said, ‘You’re a strange mixture, Georgia Newnham. A lot more domesticated than one would have imagined.’

      Georgia eyed him sceptically. ‘I’m sure that’s not meant as a compliment, Mr Shakespeare.’

      ‘But it is,’ he said idly. ‘It’s almost easy to picture you with a large family, plenty of horses, of course, organising everything beautifully, cooking up a storm—that kind of thing.’

      ‘Well, it’s funny you should say that, Will, but that’s how I pictured myself once,’ Georgia replied breezily.

      ‘What went wrong?’

      She’d been looking at the river and swinging her leg, but now she looked down into his eyes, opened her mouth, then changed her mind and said lightly, ‘I’m only twenty-three, Will. I could still have it all in front of me, don’t you think?’

      His gaze held hers and there was something unusually intent in it as he murmured, ‘I wonder. Did David give you those roses?’

      But Georgia had her defences ready. ‘Nope,’ she said promptly. ‘If you really want to know it was Harvey.’

      ‘Who’s he?’

      ‘Who’s Harvey? He’s a solicitor. He has a tendency to be quite pompous and filled with his own importance and he’s laying siege to me in his own inimitable manner—which means to say—’ she raised her eyebrows comically ‘—just won’t take no for an answer.’

      ‘I find that hard to believe,’ William Brady said after a moment.

      ‘Believe me, if you ever got to meet Harvey you would.’

      ‘No, I mean that you haven’t found a way of dampening his pretensions,’ he said a shade drily.

      ‘Well…’ Georgia swung her leg again and looked into the distance, shading her eyes with her hand. ‘To be perfectly honest, he comes in handy sometimes. When one needs an escort one can…’ she gestured vaguely ‘…can handle.’

      A faint smile twisted his lips. ‘Georgia, you don’t. Do you?’

      ‘Don’t what?’

      ‘String this man along?’

      ‘No, I don’t. I keep telling him there’s absolutely no future for us. I refuse to allow him to lay a finger СКАЧАТЬ