A Reason For Marriage. PENNY JORDAN
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Название: A Reason For Marriage
Автор: PENNY JORDAN
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современная зарубежная литература
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Like the rest of the house the room was decorated in yellows, and French-blues, but in this room the yellow was toned down to buttermilk, the creamy glazed cotton fabric that covered the bed and windows sprigged with small flowers. Draped curtains hung from a circlet in the ceiling to frame the bedhead, both curtains and bedspread edged in a plain blue fabric that matched the carpet exactly. Jamie had spent weeks hunting for that particular shade of blue, and she was very pleased with the effect, although she knew her bedroom hinted at a more frivolous and feminine personality than most people thought she had.
On one wall, fitted wardrobes were cleverly concealed by panels covered in the floral fabric, the wall-lights casting a warm golden glow on the room.
The house only had two bedrooms but each had its own bathroom. Jamie had opted for plain golds and yellows in hers to tone in with her bedroom, while the guestroom had a rather more ambitious traditional Victorian brass and mahogany decor that suited the high-ceilinged room.
Her evening ritual was always the same, and it struck her as she took off her clothes and quickly showered that she was becoming set in her ways, old-maidish almost. Shrugging the thought aside—she had no desire to marry—she dried herself and dressed again in a bright green tracksuit.
Downstairs in the kitchen she prepared herself a snack of scrambled eggs and a mug of coffee, taking it on a tray into the small study-cum-sitting-room at the back of the house.
Curling up into a comfortable easy chair, she ate her supper, absently watching television.
It was only here in her own domain that she was able to relax, but even here she didn’t feel as safe as she once had. Safe? The thought made her frown. What on earth was she frightened of? Jake? There was no need, surely. All right, so he was forcing her to go home for Christmas, but not for his benefit. Jake had no desire for her company. She had nothing to fear from him in either the emotional or the sexual sense because she already knew he didn’t want her.
No, what she had to fear was herself, she acknowledged wryly. That and her dread that she would not be able to keep her feelings for him to herself if she was forced into his company too often. That was the real reason she could not go home, it had nothing to do with resentment or dislike, and everything to do with the fact that no matter how much she tried, she simply could not dislodge him from her heart.
She was just on the point of deciding she would have an early night when the front doorbell rang.
Since she was not expecting anyone she frowned, a mental image of Jake flashing through her brain, as though somehow by thinking about him she had conjured him up outside her door.
Only it wasn’t Jake who faced her when she opened the door. It was Amanda, and she barely had time to recognise her sharp disappointment before the younger girl erupted into a frantic plea to be allowed to come in.
As she automatically stepped back, Jamie’s eyes widened as she took in the girl’s soaking jeans and jacket. Her blonde hair was plastered to her skull. Remembering her suggestion that she come and visit her while she and her mother were shopping, for a moment Jamie was nonplussed by the younger girl’s appearance. From what she had learned of Amanda’s parents, she didn’t think her mother was the sort of woman who would take her daughter out shopping dressed in faded jeans and an old anorak.
‘I had to come. There wasn’t anywhere else.’ A shiver interrupted the frantic high-pitched words, and Jamie felt her initial astonishment harden into sharp unease. Now that she looked more closely she saw that Amanda was close to hysteria, alternately shivering and crying.
Gently she led her into the study, sitting her down by the fire while she went upstairs to get clean warm towels.
‘Dry your hair and get out of those wet things,’ she instructed calmly, handing her a towelling robe and the towels. ‘I’ll go and make us both a cup of coffee.’
By the time she came back with the two mugs, Amanda was huddled in front of the fire in the robe. As she handed her her coffee Jamie saw how her fingers trembled. She had lost weight too, she thought, studying her, and there was a tension in her blue eyes that hadn’t been there before.
‘I take it that you aren’t in London shopping with your mother,’ she said wryly, sitting down opposite her.
Amanda shot her a look of guilty despair before shaking her head. ‘No. I’ve…I’ve left home.’
Left home! Why on earth should she be so surprised? Jamie wondered ironically. She ought to have guessed the moment she opened the door to her.
‘I see.’ She was thinking quickly. ‘Do your parents know where you are?’
Again Amanda shook her head. ‘No. And I don’t want them to know, otherwise they’ll come for me and my father will make me marry Jake.’
More tears fell, while Jamie tried to assimilate this last bombshell.
‘Make you…’
‘Yes. We had the most terrible argument about it last week. I like Jake, Jamie, but I don’t want to marry him. I don’t want to marry anyone yet, I want to be free, to travel, to make something of myself. My father just can’t see that I don’t want to be a pampered, cushioned doll like my mother. I’m not that sort, I want to be independent.’
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