Her Sister's Baby. Alison Fraser

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      His eyes narrowed briefly from the road to her. ‘You mean me?’

      ‘Who else?’

      ‘That was once only.’

      ‘Well, that’s all right, then,’ Cass returned with heavy irony.

      ‘No, it isn’t—’ he sounded annoyed ‘—and I didn’t date her. The company had an exhibition stand at Earls Court. I took those involved to dinner on the final day and somehow ended up with your sister. When I discovered how young she was—not to mention immature—I sent her home in a taxi, unsullied.’

      Cass swivelled her head in his direction and saw from his tight-lipped expression he was being totally serious.

      She felt an odd rush of relief, although she was not quite sure why. If Pen hadn’t slept with this man, there were others.

      ‘I’ll take your word for it,’ she finally said.

      ‘Do,’ he said with insistence, before shifting back to his original argument. ‘At any rate, I’d say she’s too young for commitment.’

      ‘Really,’ she replied archly. ‘How kind of you to be concerned for her.’

      His eyes went from the road to Cass, checking if she were that naive. The curve of her lips told him otherwise.

      ‘Yes, all right, it’s obviously my brother’s interests I’m protecting,’ he admitted.

      ‘Or even his trust fund,’ she suggested somewhat recklessly.

      He was quick to observe, ‘You know about his fund, do you?’

      Cass could have kicked herself. She’d never met his brother yet she knew his financial situation!

      She shrugged as if it had been just a guess. ‘All you rich types have trust funds, don’t you? Turn left here, by the way,’ she added, relieved to see they’d arrived.

      He drove into the supermarket car park and Cass jumped out the moment he drew into a bay, muttering an offhand, ‘Thanks,’ as she went.

      He wasn’t so easily dismissed, however. A detaining hand was laid on her arm before she reached the outer door.

      ‘I’m late,’ she protested.

      ‘Tough.’ Unmoved, he resumed their conversation. ‘So, having a trust fund, that makes Tom fair game, does it?’

      ‘I didn’t say that.’ Cass tried and failed to shrug off his hand.

      He tightened his grip. ‘But you think it.’

      Cass’s temper rose along with his. ‘Pardon me, but have we met before?’

      He frowned at this non sequitur. ‘Not that I can remember.’

      ‘No,’ she said archly, ‘so what makes you an expert on how I think?’

      It stopped him in his tracks for a moment and a cloud gathered over his high, handsome brow. Cass waited for it to descend on her but, though their eyes met and clashed, he surprised her with his reaction.

      ‘You’re right. I was being presumptuous,’ he finally responded. ‘Perhaps you could clue me into how you really feel?’

      Cass didn’t see that she could, and be loyal to her sister, so she dodged the question and said instead, ‘I don’t know how old your brother is—’

      ‘Twenty-five—’ was supplied.

      ‘But I imagine, like my sister, he’ll do what he wants, regardless,’ she ran on.

      ‘Not necessarily,’ he countered. ‘Not if he considers who controls his trust fund.’

      His tone was understated, but his meaning was obvious.

      ‘You,’ she concluded.

      ‘Me.’ He nodded.

      The fact wasn’t of much importance to Cass but she wondered if her sister knew it.

      ‘Possibly Tom has been reticent on the subject,’ Drayton Carlisle continued smoothly, ‘but I feel one should be straight about these things.’

      He smiled as if they might have reached some understanding but the smile never reached those chilly blue eyes.

      Cass checked she really had understood. ‘Let’s see if I have this right. You want me to toddle off home tonight and tell Pen who’s holding the purse-strings, while you sit back and hope she transfers her affections elsewhere. Is that straight enough for you?’

      She raised challenging green eyes to his, but this time he surprised her with a dry laugh.

      ‘Frighteningly accurate,’ he conceded with the slight inclination of his head, before drawling on, ‘I wonder if the expression too clever for your own good has ever been run past you.’

      ‘Once or twice,’ she admitted, ‘but I don’t let it bother me…insecure men have never been my thing.’

      He laughed again, any insult bouncing off him. It was hardly surprising. This handsome, he’d probably never had a moment’s self-doubt.

      She was aware of his eyes doing a quick inventory, looking beyond her scraped-back hair and the shapeless nylon uniform she wore.

      ‘So, what kind are?’ he asked, and this time his interest was personal.

      ‘Why?’ Cass didn’t want to play these games.

      ‘No reason.’ He shrugged. ‘I just wondered if there’s a man in your life.’

      ‘Several,’ she claimed rather than tell the sad truth. ‘They’re queuing up, in fact.’

      He followed her glance towards the crowded checkout tills inside and laughed in reply. ‘I’d better let you go, then. When are you finished?’

      ‘Eight… Why?’

      ‘I thought I’d take you for a drink.’

      He smiled. It was slow and amused. Cass wondered how many women had fallen for just that smile.

      For a mad moment she was tempted. Perhaps it would be fun, cutting him down to size.

      Then she remembered. ‘I can’t.’

      ‘Or won’t?’ he drawled back.

      It really was ‘can’t’. After the supermarket Cass went on to a night shift at the Happy Hamburger.

      But Cass was unwilling to explain herself and shrugged instead. ‘Whichever.’

      He seemed unmoved, muttering, ‘Another time.’

      Just words, Cass assumed, until their eyes met, СКАЧАТЬ