Stranded With Her Rescuer. Nikki Logan

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СКАЧАТЬ below, Kitty laughed as one dog got the better of her. She arched back when Quest reared up and placed his paws on her slight shoulders, her face turned up to the gentle morning light—twisted away from Quest’s errant tongue—and the magic of her laughter cascaded like water down the terraced hillside.

      And like warm breath down his spine.

      Ugh... Moments like this one didn’t help his resolve. Looking at those wide grey eyes in perfect pale skin and not wanting to just...dive right in to see what curiosities lay behind them. Sitting up late at night by the fire, hovering on the precipice of the kind of conversations he missed so desperately, lying to himself that he could get a handle on the feelings that had been escalating ever since she arrived ten short days ago to film her series of freelance pieces in Nepal.

      Ten long days knowing that Marcella was the kind of woman he’d always wanted—glamorous, talented, creative—but beginning to fear that Kitty was the kind he actually needed.

      And he didn’t want to need anything from anyone who wasn’t his wife.

      Eleven months ago he’d given Marcella his promise along with his heart, and he was not about to betray either of those. If he had to break his word to a woman, it wasn’t going to be the one he had pledged himself to in front of God.

      They could make this marriage work—he could make it work.

      Will shoved the ache down deep inside as he withdrew from the window. Kitty Callaghan needed to go. She didn’t have to leave Nepal—she could finish up her work—she just had to get out of this house. This town.

      This marriage.

      And she needed to do it soon, before the questions her presence raised began to eat away at the foundations of his already shaky relationship.

      Will balled his fingers into fists and headed for the stairs.

      He wasn’t even halfway down before his heart started hardening against her.

      * * *

      The slow rise of her head, the easy, surprised-to-see-you smile she offered him... It was all fake. Kitty knew the precise moment Will stepped out of his house, even as she had her back to him and the massive Annapurnas towering up behind him. She didn’t need Quest’s excited stare to tell her he was approaching, either.

      She could feel him.

      She could always feel him; in the tickle of her neck hairs and the tightening of her belly. Some kind of primitive intuition doing its thing. Still, she gave him her brightest, most welcoming smile. Because it was something she could do. A gesture that celebrated the bond she’d formed with him, in a perfectly appropriate way. One that said she knew exactly how lucky she was to be here.

      ‘Morning, Will.’

      ‘Got a moment, Kitty?’

      There was something in the hard shadow in his eyes, the stiff way he was holding himself. The same way he did when one of his dogs indicated positive on a shard of clothing during a missing-hiker search. His tension infected her, too, and Quest fell away from their game, disappointed but accepting.

      ‘Sure.’

      Will held a courteous hand low to her back as he guided her out of the dog yard, then seemed to think better of it and tucked it down behind his own body. As if she were tainted.

      ‘Something wrong? Is Marcella okay?’

      Because some mornings his wife really wasn’t. Those mornings she looked as if she hadn’t slept more than an hour. If at all. And not in a good, first-year-of-marriage, up-all-night kind of way.

      ‘Marcella’s fine. I just need to speak to you.’

      Instinct told her to get ahead of this conversation, to get some control over it. She spun to face him and he nearly barrelled into her. He caught himself just before impact, then stepped back as though—again—she were infected with something nasty. He backed up a little further for good measure.

      That extra step particularly hurt.

      ‘Something you didn’t want the dogs to hear?’ she joked, though it cost her.

      ‘Kitty, I...’ He glanced out at the mountains all around them for inspiration. This wasn’t like him. The two of them had had nothing but easy conversations in the ten days she’d been in Nepal. Easy, deep, fabulous talks that felt as if they were continuing old exchanges from years ago.

      ‘You’re making me nervous, Will. What’s going on?’

      ‘I need to ask you to leave,’ he blurted.

      How embarrassing that her first response was to misunderstand him. She frowned and glanced back at the dogs. ‘The yard? I thought it would be okay to—’

      ‘Pokhara, Kitty. It’s time for you to go.’

      She blinked at him. ‘No, it’s not. I have nearly three weeks before it’s time.’

      And, boy, she was not looking forward to that day.

      ‘Marcella shouldn’t have invited you to stay the whole month. It’s...’ He gazed back at the mountains. ‘It’s too much, Kitty. Too long.’

      An awful kind of humiliation washed through her. That she had presumed he would be okay with it just because his wife was. Or seemed to be.

      ‘You said I was welcome,’ she breathed.

      In his own words, with no one twisting his arm.

      ‘That’s what you do say, in this situation, isn’t it?’

      When someone makes a horrendous presumption, did he mean?

      ‘So...’ Her head spun, and not just from the altitude. ‘Was I never welcome or am I no longer welcome?’

      She didn’t really want to know the answer, either way, but she absolutely wanted to hear it from his lips.

      ‘You’ve finished filming our rescue operation...’

      Part of the heat that rushed up her throat was because, to an extent, Will was right. She’d finished the main filming for the dogs, she’d been enjoying Pokhara and getting a feel for the country since then. Imagining what a fantastic piece it was going to make, visually.

      And spinning out her time with him.

      ‘And we’ve got too much going on—’

      ‘No, you don’t.’

      Marcella barely painted, never went out if she could avoid it; she lurked around their property alternating between long bouts of flat melancholy and excited bursts of energy. Meanwhile, Will trained every day but he had a comfortable routine that didn’t wear the dogs out. And only two emergency calls in the ten days she’d been here.

      His lips thinned as he stared at her. The first time he’d made actual eye contact.

      ‘Kitty—’

      ‘I СКАЧАТЬ