Promise Of A Family. Jessica Steele

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      ‘Now, there’s a thought,’ he drawled. And while she was chewing on that, and at the same time striving for control—there was more at stake here than the personal antagonism she felt towards this man—his tone suddenly changed to be all tough businessman. ‘You expect me to take you seriously?’ he questioned shortly.

      ‘Yes, I do!’ she retorted bluntly. ‘There is more here than you and me. I’ve a vulnerable eleven-year-old in my care who is daily hoping I can tell her who her father is!’

      There was a pause, as though Jack Dangerfield was taking on board what she had just said. Then, his tone more reasonable, ‘From my point of view, Miss Rowberry, I have told you as plainly as I know how that I am not the child’s father. You, clearly, do not believe me. So why don’t you tell me what makes you so convinced that I am?’ He paused again, but only to come back to demand, ‘You’re trying to tell me that she carries my family’s birthmark?’

      ‘No, I’m not! Pip doesn’t have a birthmark!’

      ‘Which is in your favour—there isn’t one.’

      ‘Are you trying to trip me up?’

      ‘You’re trying to get me to admit to something that I know is untrue,’ he reminded her. ‘Again I ask—why are you so sure that I fathered the child?’

      ‘I asked my mother.’

      ‘Not the child’s mother?’

      ‘The child’s name is Philippa! We call her Pip!’ Leyne flared, feeling awkward suddenly, but starting to object to her niece being discussed as though she were a parcel. ‘And I told you that her mother is out of the country and likely to be for some while. And that is why I asked my mother.’

      ‘You were obviously too young when I was—er—sowing my wild oats, but you—’

      ‘Look here, you!’ Leyne erupted. ‘My sister is not some—some scrubber. She is a responsible and a loving person. And she would not have gone with you for some—er—cheap thrill. You would have meant something to her, and I’m not having you talking as if—’

      ‘So she told your mother I was the child’s father?’ He cut through her tirade.

      Leyne counted to ten. ‘Max did not have to tell her. You were the only man my sister was dating at the time!’

      ‘I see,’ he said, but was obviously just mulling over in his mind what Leyne had just told him. ‘Then it seems to me,’ he concluded, ‘that I had better come and have a word with your mother.’

      ‘What for?’ All of Leyne’s protective hackles rose up. ‘My mother doesn’t live with us. But, anyway, my mother has never met you.’

      ‘I never called at your home for your sister?’

      ‘You know you did! Only you never came into the house.’

      ‘Did I never meet your father either?’ He was starting to sound sceptical—as he had last Monday.

      ‘I don’t think so. It was around that time that my father fell ill—he died less than a year later.’

      There was a brief pause, then Jack Dangerfield threw her completely with his next question. ‘Who do you live with?’ he wanted to know.

      ‘Who…?’ She just wasn’t with him.

      ‘You said you didn’t live with your mother,’ he replied patiently—as though she were the eleven-year-old under discussion. ‘Are you living with someone—some man?’

      ‘No!’ she answered abruptly. ‘It’s just Pip and me, and Max when she’s home. We live in the family home—my mother’s home. She thought it best that we stayed put when she remarried four years ago.’ Thanks to their mother allowing them to live there rent-free, they were able to cope financially most of the time. ‘But this isn’t getting anything settled and…’

      ‘And I’m a busy man.’

      He could run if he thought she was going to apologise for interrupting his day. ‘So too am I busy!’ she snapped.

      ‘You work and look after the—Philippa?’

      ‘It’s no hardship, and I’m able to work from home when necessary,’ she replied. And, as a sudden dreadful thought struck her, ‘I’m not after your money!’ she told him hurriedly. ‘Please don’t think that for a minute. Pip has everything she needs, I promise you. It’s just that…’ her voice softened ‘…that she’s reached an age where her mind is starting to be more enquiring. And what she wants to know more than anything is who her father is.’ Leyne gave a heartfelt sigh. ‘It could not have come at a worse time.’

      ‘I can see that,’ Jack Dangerfield commented, and sounded as if he understood.

      So much so that Leyne found she was telling him, ‘Not only that, but Pip wants to meet him.’

      Instantly Jack Dangerfield’s tone changed. ‘You can count me out on that one!’ he rapped sharply.

      ‘Trust me, I’d want to know a lot more about you before I let you within a mile of her!’ Leyne retorted.

      ‘Good!’ he barked. But sounded a touch more polite when he enquired, ‘So what is it you want from me, Miss Rowberry?’

      ‘I want to be able to tell my niece the name of her father.’

      ‘Can’t you just tell her he died? That he fell off a cliff or something?’

      ‘I’m not going to lie about something like that!’ Leyne gasped, appalled at the very suggestion. But, realising belatedly that he probably already knew that, and was most likely just winding her up, ‘You are just not taking this seriously,’ she flared, starting to get furious with this man.

      ‘Believe me, I find it very difficult to take any of this too seriously,’ he shot back at her. And, before she could say another word, ‘Tell me, where is your sister—correction, your half-sister—now?’

      ‘I’ve told you. Abroad. She’s a photographer. She’s working all over on this trip.’

      ‘She frequently travels overseas?’

      ‘No,’ Leyne admitted. ‘This is her biggest opportunity. When she was asked to assist Ben Turnbull, Max—’

      ‘She’s with Ben Turnbull? She must be good,’ Jack Dangerfield cut in, clearly having heard of him.

      ‘She is. She said she wouldn’t go at first. But neither Pip nor I would hear of that.’

      ‘So she went—and left you to rear her child.’

      ‘It’s not like that!’ Leyne flew, not liking the way he was making it sound as though Max was running out on her responsibilities. ‘I’ve lived with and helped look after Pip since she was born. She’s almost as much a part of me as she is my sister. It just isn’t any problem taking care of her.’

      ‘It sounds to me as though you do have a problem.’

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