Baby on Loan. Liz Fielding
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Название: Baby on Loan
Автор: Liz Fielding
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
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Patrick held out his arms for the baby. “Shall I take a turn?”
“Oh, but—”
“You look exhausted, Jessie. Go back to bed.” And he took Bertie from her. “Come on, Bertie,” he murmured. “Your mommy’s a busy lady. If she doesn’t get a proper night’s rest she won’t have any energy for house hunting in the morning, will she?”
There was a small but eloquent noise from Jessie, and then Patrick heard her climb into bed. He smiled into the baby’s soft curls, kissed them and then went back downstairs, where he stretched out on the sofa with Bertie.
He was beautiful. Big dark eyes, peachy skin, a smile sweet enough to break his heart. Which was surprising, because Patrick had believed his heart was already broken, smashed beyond repair.
Liz Fielding started writing at the age of twelve, when she won a writing competition at school. After that early success there was quite a gap—during which she was busy working in Africa and the Middle East, getting married and having children—before her first book was published in 1992. Now readers worldwide fall in love with her irresistible heroes, adore her independent-minded heroines.
Visit Liz’s Web site for news and extracts of upcoming books at www.lizfielding.com.
In 2001, Liz Fielding won the prestigious RITA® Award from Romance Writers of America for The Best Man and the Bridesmaid!
Baby on Loan
Liz Fielding
CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
EPILOGUE
PROLOGUE
‘IT’S awful. Like a mausoleum. You couldn’t pay me to live there.’
‘It’s quiet. Jessie needs to be quiet to work.’
‘No children, no pets, no music loud enough to escape through the walls. It’s not natural.’
‘Jessie doesn’t like cats, is terrified of dogs and has no children.’ Kevin didn’t add ‘lucky woman’ because, although that was the way he felt right now, he was fairly sure that lack of sleep was warping his point of view.
‘She never will have any children if she doesn’t get out from behind that computer and get a life.’
‘Is it compulsory?’
‘Don’t be flippant. Jessie thinks she’s making the right decision but we can’t let one rat of a man do this to her. And working from home doesn’t help. At least if you go out to work you’re forced to talk to people, interact with them, face-to-face…’ They exchanged a helpless look. ‘You could die in the quiet of Taplow Towers and no one would ever notice.’ The baby, who had been quiet for all of thirty seconds while he gathered breath, resumed his anguished protest against the imposition of teeth upon his tender little gums.
‘No chance of that here.’
Faye ignored her husband, murmuring soothing noises of comfort to their infant son. It made no difference. He was suffering and he intended that the world should suffer with him. ‘Did you see the look that woman in the lobby gave poor Bertie when we were leaving?’ she continued, as if she hadn’t been interrupted. ‘As if he was contagious or something.’ She paused to wipe the dribble from her darling’s mouth. Then she said, ‘I thought Jessie would be over Graeme by now. She was too calm about it, too controlled… She needs to let rip, get really angry—’
‘Fall in love again?’
‘Exactly! And the sooner the better. Cutting herself off like that isn’t normal—’
‘This isn’t normal.’ Giving up any hope of sleep, Kevin rolled out of bed, took his small son from his wife and couched him under his chin, with scarcely a break in the stride pattern that was beginning to wear a path in the carpet.
‘He’s teething. It won’t last,’ Faye assured him as she collapsed into bed.
‘You said that last week.’
‘We just need a good night’s sleep.’
‘A good night’s sleep? What is that, exactly? I have this dim recollection—’
‘Stop complaining and think while you walk. We’ve got to do something to help your sister. She’s about to sign a five-year lease on that horrible place—’
‘It’s not horrible. It’s a very nice apartment. Safe.’
‘She’s too young to want “safe’’. It won’t be good for her, Kevin.’
He caught the reflection of himself as he passed a mirror. Dark shadows, grey complexion. ‘This isn’t good for me. I need to sleep. Not just for a night. For a week.’ He turned to his wife; she didn’t look any better. ‘So do you.’
‘Yes, I do. We do.’ And then she smiled, drowsily. ‘That’s it, then. Problem solved.’
CHAPTER ONE
‘PLEASE, please, please, Patrick! Everyone’s going. There won’t be a soul left here in London—’
Patrick Dalton resisted, without much difficulty, the urge to smile. ‘Just you and the other seven million—’
‘Don’t laugh at me! I’m being serious!’
Laugh? She had to be joking. He wasn’t in the mood for laughing. Or indulging his niece. The way things were going, she’d be off the hook soon enough; meantime, it wouldn’t hurt her to behave herself for once.
‘So am I, Carenza.’ The formal use of her name was usually sufficient warning that she was pushing her luck. ‘You seriously promised to look after the house while I was away. And I seriously trusted you to keep your word or I would have used my usual house-sitting service.’
‘I thought you said they couldn’t find anyone at such short notice?’
She was so sharp it was a wonder she didn’t cut herself with her own tongue. ‘I believe I said it would be difficult for them to find anyone at such short notice.’
‘Oh, don’t be so…so…lawyerish!’
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