Married For Real. Lindsay Armstrong
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Название: Married For Real

Автор: Lindsay Armstrong

Издательство: HarperCollins

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СКАЧАТЬ she murmured, gesturing. ‘We keep it for that rather difficult hour to fill between bath time and dinner time.’

      ‘Yes,’ Daisy said earnestly. ‘We’re not allowed to touch it until we’ve had our baths.’

      ‘That’s why we’ve been so slow,’ Richard said ruefully. ‘We could have finished it weeks ago, couldn’t we, Sarah?’

      ‘Sure could.’ Sarah didn’t raise her head, so engrossed was she.

      ‘But that wouldn’t have been right,’ Daisy began.

      Whereupon both the twins raised their heads and said exasperatedly, ‘Daisy, don’t start.’

      ‘I only mean—’

      ‘Come and have a drink,’ Arizona said wryly to Declan Holmes.

      ‘With pleasure.’ And when they were sitting in the lounge with their drinks, he said, ‘How do you cope with her?’

      ‘With patience and humour and just sometimes a desire to tear my hair out. Ben—’ She stopped.

      ‘Go on.’

      ‘Ben,’ she said after a moment, ‘is finding it particularly hard to take at the moment, but then he’s finding it all hard to take. I suppose—’ she bent her head and paused in thought then shrugged. ‘I don’t know. But I’m worried about Ben. I can’t get through to him.’

      ‘I’ll have a chat to him when he gets home.’ He stretched his legs out and looked at her reflectively. ‘In some respects you’re amazingly mature, Arizona.’

      ‘And in other respects?’ she countered coolly.

      ‘That wasn’t meant as an insult.’

      ‘Perhaps I’m so used to them from you I just expect them.’

      ‘Or perhaps you’re determined to turn everything I say into one. But before—’ his lips twisted ‘—this degenerates into a slanging match, I meant that for someone of only twenty-three you’re—capable. You run this place well, you look after the children well.’

      ‘That still doesn’t explain what you meant by in some respects.’

      ‘At times,’ he said slowly, ‘your attitude to me is, well—’ he shrugged quite naive. And sometimes, very rarely, you look young and untouched—but that’s only when I catch you off guard.’

      Arizona stared at him and felt an odd prickle beneath her skin. She was saved having to make a reply by Cloris announcing dinner.

      

      

      ‘For a mince-on-toast type of dinner, that was excellent,’ Declan murmured to her after they’d partaken of roast lamb with mint sauce, roast potatoes, pumpkin and sweet potato, baby green peas and rich gravy followed by an apple crumble and cream.

      Her mouth curved into a fleeting smile. ‘I would dearly have loved to serve you mince on toast tonight but of course I didn’t reckon on Cloris.’

      ‘Mince on toast!’ Cloris said right on cue and in a scandalized manner. ‘I only ever give you that for breakfast. What could you have been thinking of, Arizona?’

      ‘Don’t worry about it, Cloris,’ Arizona murmured with a wry look. ‘Just me being foolish, or is it naive? Okay, kids.’ She stood up. ‘One hour of television since it’s Friday night and your favourite program is due to start in ten minutes, which will give you time to give Cloris a hand! And we could take our coffee into the office, Declan. There are a few things you might be interested to see.’

      Declan Holmes stood up. ‘Unfortunately I have a few calls to make, Arizona. May I use the office for those first? And your fax? We can have our little get-together when I’m finished.’

      ‘By all means,’ Arizona replied airily, although she was actually seething inside. ‘I have a million things to do myself—in fact I have a better idea. Let’s leave it until tomorrow!’

      ‘Oh, no,’ he said smoothly. ‘Later this evening will do fine.’ And he further infuriated her by helping Cloris and the children clear the table.

      

      It was nine o’clock—she’d spun out the bedtime stories and rituals as long as she could, consoling herself that it was Friday night—before they came together again. And this time he was waiting for her in the lounge when she came downstairs, slightly dishevelled, after an energetic romp with the children before putting their lights out firmly.

      ‘How about that coffee now, Arizona?’ he drawled and indicated the trolley with a bubbling percolator that Cloris had left.

      ‘Thank you, yes.’ She walked over to the mirror above the fireplace and ran her fingers through her hair.

      ‘All bedded down and correct?’ he queried as he poured. She turned away from the mirror.

      ‘Hopefully.’

      ‘Lucky kids,’ he commented and handed her a cup.

      She sat down in her usual chair, wondered what to say but before she had a chance to wonder much, he said, ‘There are a couple of things we ought to discuss, Arizona.’ And sat down opposite her.

      ‘I’m sure there are.’ She shrugged. ‘I don’t feel much like it at the moment, though.’

      ‘Well—’ he paused and looked at her wryly ‘—perhaps that’s what we should discuss first.’

      ‘I don’t know what you mean,’ she murmured and smothered a yawn.

      ‘I mean, taking the first step towards—putting you in the mood for everything we need to sort out.’

      ‘I still don’t know what you mean,’ she said and stopped abruptly.

      ‘My dear Arizona,’ he said a little dryly, ‘we’re going to have to start somewhere and some time.’

      ‘If you’re talking about going to bed—’

      ‘By no means,’ he interrupted with an amused, mocking little look. ‘Just getting to know each other a little better. I certainly wouldn’t expect you to sleep with me without some sort of a—courtship beforehand.’

      ‘Declan, if you expect me to indulge in some petting with you,’ she said witheringly, ‘you’re wasting your time!’

      ‘Don’t you go in for that sort of thing? I don’t blame you,’ he said ruefully. ‘It sounds awful.’

      ‘Then what?’ she demanded.

      ‘We could try something a bit more sophisticated,’ he suggested.

      ‘Along the same lines but by a different name?’ she said bitterly. ‘No, thanks.’

      ‘So you object to it by any name,’ he murmured. ‘Only with me?’

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