Caroline. Anne Mather

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      Caroline answered it and let in Ron Cartwright. As usual he looked cheekily pleased with himself, but he stopped dead at the sight of Amanda.

      ‘Blimey!’ he exclaimed, taking a step back. ‘Marley’s ghost!’

      Amanda looked gloomily at Caroline. ‘Ha…ha,’ she said, with a forced smile.

      ‘Hey, really, doll,’ went on Ron, ‘you do look a sketch. What’s wrong?’

      ‘She’s got flu,’ said Caroline. ‘I’m sure you don’t want to catch it, do you?’ this last very pointedly.

      Ron shrugged. ‘Well, there’s a thing,’ he commented, flinging himself on to the couch. ‘I guess the flicks is out for us, then.’

      Caroline winced at his language and looked at Amanda with raised eyebrows. Amanda took the hint.

      ‘Yes. I’m going back to bed.’

      ‘I see,’ Ron turned his gaze speculatively on Caroline. ‘How about you and me taking in a show?’ he asked brightly.

      Amanda gasped. ‘Don’t mind me!’ she snorted, and flounced into the bedroom slamming the door.

      ‘What’s bitten her?’ asked Ron blandly. ‘Well, Caroline? What about it?’

      ‘You must be joking,’ said Caroline, a look of distaste on her face.

      Ron was undaunted. ‘You know I always fancied a date with you,’ he said, standing up. He tried to grasp her wrist playfully, but she twisted away from him.

      ‘Don’t you dare to touch me!’ she exclaimed furiously. ‘You can leave just as soon as you like, Mr Cartwright!’

      Ron shrugged, still confidently unabashed. ‘Okay, doll. I’m going. Nobody can say that Ron Cartwright forces his attentions where they’re not wanted. It’s not necessary, chum. I can date a dozen like you just as easily as that.’ He snapped his fingers in her face.

      ‘Then go and find one,’ retorted Caroline wearily. ‘Really, you overgrown approved-schoolboys appal me!’

      That caught him on a sore spot, for he flung her a baleful glance before sauntering out.

      Caroline closed the door after him and went into the bedroom to find Amanda. She was back in bed and surprisingly was smiling.

      ‘I heard,’ she said before Caroline could speak. ‘I guess we’ve seen the last of him.’

      ‘Well, honestly,’ exclaimed Caroline ruefully, ‘how you could become involved with anyone like him amazes me. He’s so boring.’

      Amanda shrugged. ‘Beggars can’t be choosers,’ she replied, sighing. ‘You may find out one day. Girls like you and me just don’t meet up with the cream of the male population.’

      Caroline flushed scarlet. She had not told Amanda about her second meeting with Adam Steinbeck or their subsequent lunch together. She realised with a sense of shock that comparing Ron Cartwright with Adam was like comparing tomato juice with champagne.

      Amanda had noticed her heightened colour, however, and said perceptively: ‘Have you seen that dreamboat from the lift again, by any chance?’

      Caroline moved restlessly, now she had no choice but to tell Amanda.

      ‘As a matter of fact,’ she said casually, ‘I saw him at lunch time.’

      ‘Oh, really?’ Amanda’s eyes were huge. ‘How?’

      ‘Well, actually, I bumped into him outside the offices and when I told him I was rushing home he offered me a lift in his car.’

      Amanda gasped. ‘Caroline Sinclair,’ she exclaimed accusingly. ‘You weren’t going to tell me this, were you?’

      ‘Of course,’ retorted Caroline. ‘I’ve not had the chance before. Anyway, he brought me home. That’s how I was so early.’

      ‘Indeed. Weren’t you being rather reckless? After all, you don’t know the man. Did you find out his name?’

      Caroline hesitated. ‘Well, yes. He’s Adam Steinbeck.’ It came out with a rush and Amanda’s face was a picture, registering astonishment, incredulity and finally disbelief with lightning rapidity.

      ‘Are you serious?’ she gasped, a hand to her cheek. ‘The Adam Steinbeck?’

      Caroline sighed, feeling slightly overawed herself. ‘Yes. It was a surprise to me too.’

      ‘Surprise?’ cried Amanda. ‘It’s nothing short of a miracle. No wonder poor old Ron got the cold shoulder. You’re playing for higher stakes.’

      Caroline frowned. ‘It’s not like that at all,’ she said irritably.

      Amanda shook her head, bewildered. ‘And you were serious that day when you said you didn’t know who he was?’

      ‘Of course. Good heavens, Amanda, I’ve only been there three weeks. How could I possibly recognise him? Anyway, I didn’t.’

      ‘It really is fantastic. And you say he’s an attractive man?’

      ‘He’s fabulous,’ exclaimed Caroline, hugging herself suddenly. ‘By the way, he took me to lunch at a roadhouse called the Copper Kettle.’

      If it had been possible for Amanda to look even more shocked she would have done so.’

      ‘He’s a very nice person,’ went on Caroline. ‘He made me feel at ease. I didn’t get back to work until three-thirty and Miss Morgan was as nice as pie.’ She smiled. ‘Yes, he’s very nice indeed.’

      Amanda looked wryly at her. ‘Millionaires couldn’t be anything else in my book,’ she said, sighing. ‘Boy, do you have all the luck!’

      ‘His money doesn’t particularly appeal to me,’ replied Caroline lazily, flinging herself on the foot of her bed. ‘I’d probably be better pleased if he was just a two-thousand-a-year clerk. At least he might seriously be interested in me then. As it is…’

      ‘Now, hold on,’ exclaimed Amanda sitting up. ‘Lunch is all right, dinner maybe, but as for getting seriously involved with a man of his age, well, you must be joking!’

      Caroline flushed. ‘Don’t say that,’ she said tensely.

      Amanda frowned. ‘Why not? Someone’s got to. Think, Caroline! He probably eats girls like you for breakfast. Men like Steinbeck can have their pick of any woman, and I mean any woman. Be your age. Besides, he’s probably married with half a dozen kids.’

      Caroline rolled on to her suddenly churning stomach.

      ‘He said he wasn’t married,’ she muttered quietly. ‘I can easily find out if he’s lying, so why should he lie?’

      Amanda shrugged. ‘Okay, he’s not married. СКАЧАТЬ