Gypsy. Carole Mortimer

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       CHAPTER THREE

      ‘SHAY!’ the excited male voice greeted. ‘My God, Gypsy, no woman has the right to grow even more beautiful, the way you have!’

      ‘Neil,’ she greeted dryly, used to the exuberance of her youngest brother-in-law. But even she wasn’t prepared for the way he burst into the room and swung her round in his arms. ‘Neil, you fool, put me down,’ she laughed breathlessly, pushing at his arms.

      ‘I came up to warn Neil you were resting and didn’t want to be disturbed,’ Lyon remarked coldly from the doorway Neil had left open. ‘But it seems only some members of this family disturb you,’ he added icily.

      Shay’s smile faded as she slowly released herself from Neil’s arms, straightening her black and white silk dress before answering. ‘You don’t disturb me, Lyon,’ she looked at him haughtily, ‘you disgust me!’

      He sucked his breath into his lungs at the insult, a savage twist to his mouth as he turned on his heel and left the room, his back rigid.

      Shay hadn’t seen him since she had struck him so forcibly the day before, had refused dinner yesterday, and had eaten breakfast and lunch in her room today, asking the friendly Patty to tell the Falconer men she preferred to stay in her suite and rest, just wanting to be alone. She hadn’t allowed for Neil’s arrival today, or his determination to see her again.

      She looked at him now, regretful that he should have witnessed that ugly scene. ‘As you can see,’ she grimaced, ‘nothing changes.’ She sought for lightness.

      ‘You have.’ Neil’s eyes glowed with admiration. ‘I can remember a time when you would simply have thrown something at Lyon rather than give him a verbal dressing down.’

      ‘How are you, Neil?’ Shay ignored the reference to her past, often stormy, relationship with Lyon. ‘You’re looking very well.’

      ‘I am well,’ he nodded, sobering. ‘I’m really sorry about Ricky,’ he added softly.

      Neil was only a slightly older version of her husband—blond hair, blue eyes—and looking at him now caused a fresh ache in her chest for the man she had lost. ‘So am I,’ she sighed.

      He flushed awkwardly. ‘I’m sorry if I’ve intruded, if you would rather not talk about Ricky. Lyon told me—’

      ‘Damn what Lyon told you!’ Shay burst out in agitated anger. ‘What does he know about how I feel, what did he ever care?’ Now that the icy veneer was cracking she didn’t seem able to stop the angry flow. ‘I’d like to talk about Ricky, I’d like to share him with someone. But I can’t!’ Her face contorted with the agony of burying the memories of Ricky deep in her heart.

      ‘You can share him with me, Gypsy.’ Neil moved to take her in his arms. ‘Talk to me about him; even though he was my brother I didn’t see much of him the last few years.’

      ‘That was my fault,’ she groaned into his throat.

      ‘Of course it wasn’t,’ Neil chided. ‘God, we might all be brothers, but we don’t have to live in each other’s pockets! When I marry, if I marry,’ he amended ruefully, ‘I don’t intend to stay in the family mausoleum either!’

      Shay moved back to give him a watery smile. ‘You always were good for me,’ she said gratefully, taking the handkerchief he held out to her.

      ‘Believe me, after being one of the middle of four boys, it’s nice to have a sister I can tease and spoil.’ He guided her over to the sofa as he spoke, sitting them both down, his arm about her shoulders as he held her at his side. ‘I’d also like to be the brother you feel you can confide in,’ he prompted softly.

      ‘Neither Lyon nor Matthew exactly fit the role, hmm?’ she derided.

      He shook his head. ‘Both as tough as old leather. Now me, I’m the easy-to-know-and-get-along-with brother,’ he grinned encouragingly.

      ‘Like Ricky,’ she said sadly, having talked to her husband about anything and everything.

      ‘Like Ricky,’ Neil nodded.

      Once she began to talk, Shay couldn’t seem to stop, telling Neil everything that came into her mind, her head resting on his shoulder as she did so, feeling a closeness with him that she hadn’t known since those last precious days with Ricky.

      SO HE DISGUSTED HER, did he! He remembered a time when disgust was the last thing she felt towards him.

      God, she had been incredibly sweet the night he rescued her from Turner’s lecherous clutches. Although he doubted ‘rescued’ exactly described what had happened; the amount of alcohol Turner had consumed by that time meant that he would probably have passed out if he had tried any real physical exertion, such as making love. And Shay would probably have realised how far gone he was once he got over his anger at having his toes crushed by her shoe!

      Which was why he had stepped in when he had. Shay had been suitably grateful for his interception, and it had stunned him when that gratitude had left him outside her door at the end of the evening instead of on the other side of it. He had decided then and there not to contact her again, that her naïvety had not only confirmed her youth; and he was too old and too cynical to participate in such ‘no touch’ games.

      Bermuda had been everything he had thought it would be, and worse. Family Christmases, especially in a family like his own, were destined to be a failure from the onset, for everyone involved. He found СКАЧАТЬ