Strange Intimacy. Anne Mather

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СКАЧАТЬ ‘What would you suggest?’ he enquired, and although she was almost sure he was teasing her she didn’t know how to answer him. All she could think was that Cory had been right about his eyelashes. They were long, and thick, yet decidedly masculine just the same. And his eyes weren’t black, as she had thought, but a very dark and subtle shade of grey; deep, and intense—and dangerous to her peace of mind.

      ‘Um—toast,’ she muttered, in an effort to distract herself, but he only shook his head.

      ‘The tea’s fine,’ he assured her smoothly. ‘As soon as I’ve finished, I’ll go, and let you get organised. I believe John’s expecting to see you later. It’s not far, and there’s a plate on the gate. You can’t miss it.’

      Isobel blinked. ‘John?’ Her confusion wasn’t helped by his evident amusement. Then her brain began to function again. ‘Oh—you mean—John—that is, Dr Webster.’

      ‘Clare’s father, yes.’ Rafe’s gaze was sympathetic. ‘I guess she didn’t tell you his name either, did she? Never mind. You can rest assured he doesn’t stand on ceremony.’

      ‘I do know Dr Webster,’ retorted Isobel, not without some dignity. It was bad enough that he found her a figure of fun. She didn’t want him to feel sorry for her as well.

      ‘Good.’ Rafe swallowed the remainder of the tea in his cup, and set it back on its saucer. ‘Then that’s three people you know in Invercaldy, isn’t it?’ he mocked. ‘And I mustn’t forget your daughter.’

      ‘Oh—yes.’ Isobel remembered why he had come. ‘I—thank you for bringing her bag back. She’s rather—forgetful, at times.’

      ‘Is she?’

      Rafe didn’t sound as if he believed her, but he made no comment. Instead, he got to his feet and reached for his jacket. Then, slinging it over his shoulder, he raked back his hair with a careless hand, before taking a final look at the Aga. It sounded as if it was burning merrily, already heating the tiny kitchen, and creating an atmosphere of warm familiarity.

      ‘I assume you know you can use this to cook with,’ he remarked, tipping up a metal hood to expose four solid rings. Isobel hadn’t known, and she suspected he knew that, but she managed to appear as if she had, and he dropped the hood again. ‘You’ll soon get used to it,’ he added. ‘And if you do have any problems, I hope you won’t be too proud to ask for help.’

      ‘No.’ Isobel’s fingers fastened on to the cord at her waist, and she twisted it tightly. ‘I—thank you again, Mr—er——’ She took a breath and lifted her eyes to his with some reluctance. ‘I’m sorry. What do I call you?’

      His eyes darkened. ‘Rafe will do,’ he replied after a moment, when she had been half afraid he was going to touch her. But his lips only curled into a tight smile, and without another word he stepped to the door and pulled it open. ‘By the way,’ he appended, pausing on the threshold to slide his arms into the sleeves of his jacket, ‘don’t let my sister-in-law grind you down, will you? Clare’s got some decidedly middle-class notions, which we don’t agree on.’

       CHAPTER FOUR

      His brother was waiting for him when Rafe got back from Strathmoor.

      Colin was seated at the desk in the library, making a fairly inquisitive scrutiny of his brother’s mail, and he looked up rather guiltily when Rafe walked into the room.

      ‘Oh—you’re back!’ he exclaimed, pushing the letters aside and getting hastily to his feet. ‘I was just waiting for coffee. I asked Cummins some time ago, and I thought that’s who it was.’

      ‘Ah.’ Rafe nodded, not embarrassing the other man any more than he was already by saying he knew exactly what Colin had been doing. ‘Well, I’m sure it won’t be long now. I saw Mrs Fielding in the hall when I came in, and she asked if I wanted the same.’

      ‘Oh. Oh, good.’ Colin’s plump features mirrored his relief. He rubbed his hands together, and edged round the desk, well away from the incriminating letters. ‘Damned cold day, isn’t it?’

      ‘Cold? Oh, yes.’ Rafe regarded his younger brother with some impatience. ‘Did you want to see me?’

      Colin shrugged. ‘Not especially,’ he said, running a slightly nervous hand over his thinning hair. ‘Just thought I’d call in on my way to Dalbaig, that’s all. I want to have a word with Stuart.’

      Rafe arched a dark brow. ‘Kenneth?’

      ‘No, Gordon,’ amended Colin quickly. ‘I want to make sure those covers are well stocked for this weekend. With Sir Malcolm coming, I don’t want there to be any cockups.’ He grimaced. ‘If you’ll forgive the pun!’

      ‘Mmm.’

      Rafe was only listening to his brother with half an ear. His mind was intent on other things—not least his reasons for going into the Jacobsons’ cottage that morning. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t planned on doing so, or that his intention had been to leave the haversack on the doorstep, where it was certain to be found. As soon as he had passed the window and seen that Isobel Jacobson was up, his reactions had been purely instinctive.

      And why? Why had he knocked at the door, and drawn attention to himself like that? Oh, he had guessed correctly that she was uncertain about how to light the Aga. It had been obvious from the way she’d been looking at it that she’d never used one before. But that wasn’t an excuse. Given her intelligence, she’d soon have worked it out for herself. Anyone could light a fire. There was no particular skill required. Just some wood, and a match, and a moderate amount of patience.

      But for some reason his reflexes hadn’t responded to logic. He liked to think it was because of what his mother had said the night before, but he was honest enough to admit that that wasn’t altogether true. There was no doubt that his mother’s attitude had annoyed him, but he hadn’t been thinking of his mother when he’d knocked at Isobel Jacobson’s door.

      ‘Er—hum!’ Colin cleared his throat, and then patted his chest, as if it hadn’t been a quite deliberate attempt to attract his brother’s attention. ‘Um-Clare tells me you’ve met Webster’s new receptionist.’

      Rafe became aware that he had been staring out of the long windows, without even seeing the reflective waters of Loch Caldy, which lapped only yards from the castle walls. But Colin’s words had finally penetrated his abstraction, and he focused rather grimly on his brother’s fair face. ‘What?’

      ‘I said, Clare told me you—you’d given her father’s new receptionist a lift yesterday,’ Colin paraphrased awkwardly. ‘Bit of an odd thing to do, wasn’t it? Mother thinks you only did it to embarrass her.’

      Rafe gave his brother an impatient look, and then walked round the desk and flung himself into the worn leather chair Colin had been occupying earlier. ‘Our mother is paranoid,’ he said succinctly. ‘And, as I understand it, Clare used to go to school with Mrs Jacobson. So she’s not exactly a stranger to her, is she?

      Or has Clare become so vain she’s forgotten her own roots?’

      ‘Of course not.’

      Colin flushed now, and then turned with some relief when СКАЧАТЬ