Her Sister's Baby. Alison Fraser

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      Too late for a clever put-down, even if she could have thought of one. She consoled herself with the thought that their paths were unlikely to cross again.

      Of course she relayed their conversation to Pen, only Pen didn’t listen. Or didn’t appear to. Instead she looked like the cat that’d licked the cream and boasted that she could handle Dray. Although Cass repeated content and underlying meaning, Pen’s confidence remained. In fact, with breathtaking ego, she suggested that Drayton Carlisle’s objections were rooted in jealousy because he’d dated her first and was still interested.

      Pen clearly believed this, and, worse, seemed excited by the prospect. Cass tried to talk sense to her, to say without actually saying it that a man like Drayton Carlisle—smart, mature, attractive—might want slightly more from a female companion than teenage youth. Pen, in turn, accused her of jealousy, too, of being piqued because he would never look at her.

      Normally Cass quit arguments with Pen when they descended onto such a petty level but this time she fought back and admitted that Drayton Carlisle had done more than look—he’d asked her out.

      It stopped Pen in her tracks and she just stared at Cass for a long moment, as if she were a stranger, before giving a caustic laugh and claiming Drayton Carlisle had been amusing himself.

      Cass, who’d already worked out that possibility, didn’t feel like thanking Pen for underlining it, and, for once, was the one to walk out in temper.

      Pen realised she’d gone too far and later issued quite a sweet apology. She hadn’t meant the comment personally. It was just that Drayton Carlisle had a bad reputation where women were concerned and she’d hate for Cass to be one of his victims. She sounded so sincere that Cass accepted this explanation and they made up.

      They’d never really fallen out again but she’d still pretty much lost her sister from the day three years ago when she’d married Tom Carlisle. Sometimes they’d met up in London after Pen had spent the day shopping (it seemed that Tom’s allowance had not been stopped) and Cass had tried to make the right noises when Pen had shown her the latest bag or must-have shoes. It had been hard, however, as designer labels had been of minimal interest to Cass while the accompanying price tags could have brought tears to the eyes.

      Cass had returned to her studies, by then, and had a mounting overdraft despite moonlighting at a pizza parlour. Of course she could have asked Pen for money. Once or twice Pen had offered. The trouble was Cass had never seen it as Pen’s money. It would always be Carlisle money and the idea of Drayton Carlisle discovering she’d accepted a handout had kept her from doing so. Not that Pen had ever mentioned her brother-in-law. She’d known it had been a taboo subject with Cass since the time…

      Cass didn’t complete the thought but was dragged back into the present by the insistent ringing of the telephone. She guessed who it would be before she picked up the receiver but she was ready for him now. There was nothing like a trawl through the past to harden the heart and stiffen the spine.

      ‘It’s Drayton,’ he announced briefly.

      She was even briefer. ‘Yes.’

      ‘The funeral has been rearranged for Thursday,’ he relayed. ‘Tom confirmed your sister’s preference for cremation.’

      ‘Right.’ Cass remained noncommittal.

      ‘You will go?’ he added in equally restrained tones.

      If he’d issued a command, she might still have refused, but guilt and duty had been working on her since last night.

      ‘Yes, I’ll go,’ she agreed simply.

      ‘Good.’ He sounded satisfied.

      ‘How’s Tom?’ she asked, genuinely concerned.

      He hesitated, then admitted, ‘Distraught.’

      It was more honest than he’d been last night. She wanted to ask more, to ask about the baby, but wouldn’t let herself.

      ‘In fact, Tom’s very anxious to see you,’ Dray Carlisle continued in the same vein. ‘If you could stay after the funeral, I’d…I’d be grateful.’

      Cass frowned down the phone line. Polite on the surface, it was clearly forced. For Tom’s sake. But why?

      ‘I’m sorry. I’m on duty in the evening.’ It was the truth.

      ‘I see,’ he accepted it, as he revealed, ‘Tom tells me you now work in a hospital as an orderly.’

      An orderly? Six years’ slog and study dismissed in one word. Thank you, Pen. Why hadn’t she told them?

      ‘Something like that,’ she replied because it was easier than explanations.

      ‘Which hospital?’

      ‘Why?’

      Cass wondered whether he doubted that she worked in a hospital at all.

      ‘I thought I could drive you back down after the funeral,’ he explained, ‘if you were prepared to stay and talk with Tom for a while.’

      Cass frowned once more. Not at what he was saying, but what he wasn’t. If Tom wanted to talk, why hadn’t he called himself? And why had Big Brother volunteered, when it was obviously choking him to be conciliatory?

      ‘I don’t know.’ She had very unsettling memories of North Dean Hall, country seat of the Carlisles. ‘I can’t be late.’

      ‘On the day of your only sister’s funeral,’ he clipped back, ‘I don’t think anybody will be too critical of your timekeeping, do you?’

      That was if she told them, which she hadn’t and didn’t plan to. Bad enough that this man thought she was unnatural. She couldn’t and wouldn’t expose her grief to the rest of the world.

      ‘Well, that’s where you’re wrong.’ She thought of Hunter-Davies, the consultant for whom she currently slaved. He wouldn’t listen to excuses, tolerate mistakes or accept anything less than total commitment. ‘My boss wouldn’t care where I’d been, and, as I’m coming to the end of my contract, I need a decent reference.’

      ‘Contract?’ he echoed with renewed suspicion. ‘What exactly is it you do?’

      It was too direct a question to duck, and, anyway, wasn’t there a chance he’d discovered the truth?

      ‘I’m a doctor.’ There was an element of pride in her voice.

      She expected him to be at least mildly impressed. After all, he’d pretty much written her off as a no-hoper.

      But he merely responded, ‘Okay, so don’t tell me,’ assuming she was being sarcastic.

      Damn him. Was it so unlikely?

      ‘I’ll make sure you’re back on time,’ he went on. ‘In fact, I can send a car to collect you in the morning.’

      ‘There’s no need,’ she told him coldly. ‘I’ve said I’ll come.’

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