Dangerous Discovery. Laura Martin

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      ‘Hardly wandered.’ He reclined back in his chair, surveying Estelle with eyes that rooted her to the seat, as she focused properly on what he was saying. ‘As I pointed out before, the incline up from the road is pretty steep; I’m sure wandering didn’t come into it.’

      Estelle struggled to keep her thoughts under strict control and thanked the lord that mind-reading hadn’t yet been conquered by the human race—or at least she hoped it hadn’t. ‘OK, so I’m incredibly nosy!’ she shot back snappily. ‘I fancied seeing how the other half lives for a change. But that still doesn’t give you the right to hold me here like this as if I’m a criminal.’

      ‘Where do you live?’

      ‘What?’ Her green eyes narrowed suspiciously.

      ‘You heard me—I asked where you live. Locally, I presume, if the bicycle and the baby are anything to go by.’

      ‘Why do you want to know that?’ Estelle enquired nervously, put off, as he surely intended her to be, by the sudden change of tack. ‘What’s that got to do with anything—whether I live locally or not?’

      Hunter pulled- back his cuff and a flash of gold was revealed at his wrist. ‘It’s almost ten and it’s getting dark,’ he drawled. ‘You’re going to need a lift home.’

      ‘From you?’ Estelle’s expression showed surprise, followed swiftly by a mixture of panic and concern.

      ‘That’s right.’ He stood up and flexed his broad shoulders in a movement that revealed all of his latent power, seemingly unaware of her astonishment and confusion. ‘You do wish to go home, I presume?’

      Estelle scraped back the chair and stood up swiftly. ‘Yes, but...but not with you! And anyway,’ she added stiffly, ‘what about the police?’ Her voice hardened as she remembered the panic his threats had invoked. ‘I thought you were keen to see me in custody at the very least.’

      Hunter released a sigh that portrayed a mixture of tiredness, boredom and complete indifference. ‘Let’s just say I’ve changed my mind. You caught me-or rather I caught you,’ he amended with a wry twist of his mouth that for some crazy reason sent a flash of awareness through Estelle’s body, ‘at a bad moment. I don’t, on reflection,’ he continued, ‘think your crime merits Special Branch attention, not unless I find you trespassing again, of course; then I might have to reconsider. But for now—’

      ‘Well, that’s mighty good of you!’ Estelle snapped, aggravated beyond endurance by the mocking twist of his mouth, his total callous attitude towards her, by the fact that, despite everything, she couldn’t help but be aware of him as a man, couldn’t help but feel the power and the sensuality that was all wrapped up among the steel and the rough, sharp edges. He surely is, she thought swiftly, the most dangerous male package I have ever set eyes on. ‘You...you keep me locked in here like a prisoner,’ she continued shakily, ‘and now you stand there, telling me you’ve thought better of it and then have the gall to offer me a lift home—’ She halted abruptly at the warning expression on Hunter’s face and wondered where on earth she had found the nerve to speak so aggressively. ‘Well, thank you,’ she added crisply, instantly aware that it would be foolish to pursue her belligerent tone a moment longer, ‘but I do not require a lift. I have my bicycle and it’s only a short distance into the village from here.’

      ‘Your bike, I’m sorry to say, seems to have developed a puncture,’ he drawled with an infuriating lack of concern. ‘I sent someone to retrieve it and it is now resting securely in the boot of my car. So you see,’ he added smoothly, turning towards her with an expression that dared her to defy, ‘you have little choice in the matter but to accept my more than gracious offer.’

      Estelle clenched her teeth together and tried with all her might to look as if she was capable of taking control of the situation. ‘But I want to walk,’ she repeated.

      ‘What you want I’m afraid doesn’t come into the equation. I am insisting you accept a lift,’ he replied calmly. ‘You have to travel on some pretty lonely roads. Never let it be said that I allowed a defenceless young girl with a baby to walk or ride alone on a dark night.’

      ‘I’ll be quite all right,’ Estelle persisted doggedly. ‘It’s barely dusk and anyway I don’t—’

      ‘Stop arguing, child!’ It was a bark that would have forced everyone except the most stupid into silence. He turned away, loosening the tie at his neck with an irritated tug. ‘The matter’s not open for discussion. ‘Now remove that panic-stricken expression from your face and follow me.’

      CHAPTER TWO

      ‘IF YOU’LL just stop the car right here,’ Estelle murmured, anxiously waiting for the first moment at which she could alight and escape.

      Hunter brought the Jaguar to a smooth halt outside the second-hand clothes shop and turned off the ignition with a swift glance at the rather shabby exterior of the building. ‘You live here?’

      ‘Yes.’ Estelle turned a defiant face towards him. ‘Why? Do you have some sort of a problem with this vicinity?’

      ‘No. I have no problem.’ He gave a clearly dismissive shrug, his glance holding and matching Estelle’s robust gaze with ease. ‘I was merely asking a straightforward question, that was all.’ He opened the door. ‘I’ll get your bike out.’

      Estelle followed him around to the back of the car and tried to wrest the aged but trustworthy contraption from his grasp as soon as it had been placed on the ground. ‘Thank you for the lift,’ she said pointedly, aware that his hands were still firmly clasping the handlebars. ‘I can take it from here.’

      ‘You live above the shop?’ He glanced again at the less than salubrious surroundings, his eyes scanning the area with complete and utter efficiency, letting Estelle know with the length of his gaze that he had missed not one depressing detail. ‘I’ll wheel it over for you.’

      ‘Look, I don’t need your help!’ Estelle announced almost desperately. ‘I’m perfectly capable of pushing a bicycle by myself. Now if you don’t mind—’

      It was too late. She might have known Hunter wouldn’t take the slightest bit of notice of her. She watched angrily for a second or two as he wheeled the bicycle around to the side-alley.

      ‘Here OK?’

      She nodded, her lips pressed together firmly as his gaze swiftly took in the pile of old boxes and dustbins, the flight of steps that led to her chipped green front door, the general and utterly depressing ambience of the area.

      Estelle, much to her own annoyance, felt the tears welling up inside again. How incongruous he looked standing there in his dark, expensive evening suit, casting observant, speculative eyes around, making her feel small and insecure and totally inadequate, she thought miserably. Oozing sophistication, while she stood, faded and shabby in her washed-out floral skirt and ancient leather sandals.

      She swung away from him angrily, turning to rummage in the pocket of her cardigan for her key. Oh, what had possessed her even to consider going anywhere near him and his damned home? It had been a foolish, foolish whim born out of desperation. If only she hadn’t come across Connie’s diary, if only she СКАЧАТЬ