Woman To Wed?. PENNY JORDAN

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      She had often wondered if one of the reasons why Sally had accepted her so lovingly and so readily as her stepmother had been that she had never known her own mother. Sally’s mother, John’s first wife, had died just after Sally’s birth.

      ‘Paula will always be part of my...of our lives. I shall always love her,’ John had told her seriously when he had proposed to her.

      She had accepted that, felt warmed by it, almost reassured... Knowing how much he had loved his first wife and still loved her made her feel...safe.

      Sally had once asked innocently when Claire was going to have children of her own and when she was going to have a little brother or sister. Claire had had to turn away from her, leaving it to John to answer, to defuse the situation.

      She sighed faintly now. Of course she would have liked children, if things had been different. As a girl she had always imagined that one day she would have them.

      ‘I think we ought to be going now,’ she told the two bridesmaids. ‘I don’t think we’ve left anything behind. I can’t see anything, can you, Poppy?’

      ‘No. There’s nothing left,’ Poppy agreed drearily. ‘Not now.’

      Claire gave her a quick look but said nothing. It seemed kinder not to.

      

      ‘So now that the wedding is over, what do you intend to do with the rest of your life?’

      ‘Oh, I don’t plan to make any major changes,’ Claire told her sister-in-law. ‘I’m thinking of putting in a few more hours at the school but apart from that...’

      Claire worked part-time as a volunteer at a local school for mentally and physically handicapped children. John had left her very well provided for financially but, as she had explained to his sister, Irene, when she had first started working at the school, she felt that she wanted to put something back into the community, and since she had originally trained as a teacher...

      ‘Mmm, you wouldn’t be interested in taking a lodger, I suppose?’

      ‘A lodger?’ Claire stared at her.

      ‘Mmm... a colleague of Tim’s who wants somewhere “home-like” to stay. A service flat is out of the question. He doesn’t care for that kind of anonymity. He’s an American and from a large family and he doesn’t want to live alone.’

      Irene went on to give her details of his background, before concluding, ‘He’s in his late thirties, not a young student, and it simply wouldn’t be appropriate to put him in to just any kind of lodgings. He holds quite a high position in the company,’ Irene said. ‘In fact his family own it.’

      ‘How high?’ Claire asked her, alarm bells ringing.

      ‘He’s Tim’s boss,’ Irene told her a little stiffly.

      ‘Ah, I see.’ Claire grinned. ‘He’s Tim’s boss and it’s down to Tim to come up with somewhere suitable for him to stay, is that it? I can’t see why you don’t move him into your house, Irene,’ Claire told her mockinnocently. ‘After all, you’ve got the room,,with Peter away at university and Louise working in Japan.’

      ‘No, I don’t think that would be a good idea: Things aren’t going all that well for Tim at the moment—sales have dropped and there have been problems with delivery and installation. I keep telling Tim that he should be tougher, more assertive—’ She broke off, shaking her head.

      ‘Would you do it, Claire?’ she asked with unfamiliar humility. ‘Tim is getting himself in a dreadful state about the whole thing. Apparently this American, his new boss, is something of an...individual—’

      ‘An individual...? What does that mean?’ Claire asked her warily.

      Irene started to frown. As Claire knew from past experience, likeable though her sister-in-law was, she was inclined to steamroller people in order to get her own way when it suited her, and Claire could tell that she wasn’t particularly pleased at having been interrupted and questioned.

      ‘I’m sure he’s not an awkward character. Oh, Claire, I wouldn’t ask you,’ Irene pleaded, ‘but Tim is feeling so vulnerable about his job at the moment. He has convinced himself that this American is coming in very much as a new broom; psychologically it will make him feel so much more confident if he feels that he’s done something constructive ahead of his arrival...’

      ‘“Something constructive”? Are you sure this man is going to want to be my lodger? From the sound of it, it seems to me that he’s used to a far more luxurious lifestyle than I enjoy. You know how quietly I live, Irene. I’ve never been a keen socialiser.’

      ‘No, maybe not, but people like you, Claire; they feel drawn to you—your house is always full of callers, your phone never stops ringing.’

      Claire digested her comment in silence, knowing that it was an argument she could not refute.

      John had often remonstrated with her about her tendency to attract people who needed a shoulder to cry on. The only time the big Edwardian house had ever really been quiet had been during those pitifully brief weeks leading up to John’s death, and then only because Claire had specifically asked people not to call. She still missed him dreadfully—his support, his wise counsel, his protection.

      His protection.

      A tiny tremor shook her body.

      ‘Irene, I don’t think that it would be a good idea... I—’

      ‘Oh, Claire, please.’

      As Claire looked at her sister-in-law she could see that her anxiety was genuine. She gave a small sigh.

      ‘Very well, then,’ she agreed. ‘But I doubt that this man, Tim’s new boss, is going to be very thrilled when he discovers—’

      ‘Nonsense. Your house complies with all his stipulations,’ Irène told her, then proceeded to tick them off on her fingers as she listed them.

      ‘It’s a proper home right in the centre of the community—well, at least in the best residential part of the town. You’ve got a proper guest suite—or at least you will have now that Sally’s gone. He can have her old room and bathroom and he can use one of the other bedrooms as an office. After all, you have got five of them.

      ‘There’s a garden with adequate space for his car. He’ll be part of a large family network—’

      ‘What? There’s only me,’ Claire protested.

      ‘No, there’s not; there’s Sally and Chris and all his family and us, and you’ve got enough friends to fill a fair-sized church hall twice over. You’re a member at the sports club so you’ll be able to take him there and—’

      ‘I’ll be able to take him where? Hang on a minute, Irene...’ Claire started to protest, but her sister-in-law wasn’t listening to her any more.

      She was standing up, reaching out to hug her affectionately and gratefully as she told her warmly and, Claire was sure, slightly triumphantly, ‘I knew you’d do it... It’s the perfect solution, after all. Tim will be so pleased and relieved. He was terrified СКАЧАТЬ