His Mistress For A Week. Melanie Milburne

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      ‘What about you?’ Alistair said. ‘Should I be on the watch out for a jealous lover coming at me with a baseball bat?’

      Clem considered inventing a boyfriend. Someone decent and respectable. Someone who would stand up for her and do all the things she dreamed a man in love with her would do. Someone who would make her feel special, treasured, adored. It seemed pathetic to admit she was single when everyone her age was out having a good time; lately her idea of a good time was a family-sized block of chocolate and a good book. ‘I’m enjoying my independence. Not having to fit in with someone else’s timetable. No waiting for the phone to ring. No boring weekends watching football or fighting over the remote. Bliss.’

      The corner of his mouth lifted. ‘Bliss indeed.’

      ‘Have you ever lived with anyone?’ Why the heck are you asking that?

      ‘No. I too like my independence.’

      ‘So where does Harriet live just now?’

      The tension was back around his mouth. ‘With me, but I’ve booked her into boarding school starting next term.’

      Clem wondered if that was what had triggered the runaway caper. Had Harriet felt shunted aside? How could she not with her mother haring off to chase after some new lover? Being dumped with your mother’s ex’s adult son during the summer holidays was hardly something to be happy about. The poor girl was probably desperate to find a place where she was wanted. It was a pity she had chosen Clem’s brother, however. Jamie wasn’t exactly mature enough to take care of himself, let alone a partner. ‘How did she feel about going to boarding school?’

      ‘She’s a child. I didn’t give her a choice. It’s the best thing for her.’ Bang. Bang. Bang. The words came out like a drill sergeant’s command. No wonder the poor kid had flown the coop. The head honcho wasn’t exactly Mr Let’s Negotiate.

      ‘Maybe you should’ve discussed her options with her,’ Clem said. ‘You know, had a family discussion.’

      The look he gave her would have shrivelled even the hardiest of Yucca plants. ‘She’s not my family. She’s nothing to do with me. But I couldn’t put her out on the street, for God’s sake.’

      ‘Why didn’t you leave her with your father?’

      The question hung in the air between them for a second or two too long. Long enough for Clem to join some dots. Some ugly dots.

      ‘That wasn’t an option.’ Alistair’s tone was curt. Do-not-even-go-there curt.

      Clem had never liked his father. How could she warm to a man who had abandoned his terminally ill wife to hook up with another woman? Lionel Hawthorne was a self-serving charmer, a fact she’d seen on their very first meeting. No amount of money or presents splashed around had changed her opinion of him. But did Alistair’s tone suggest his father was even worse than she had suspected?

      ‘Are there no other relatives?’ Clem asked. ‘Doesn’t she have a father? Or aunts or uncles or grandparents?’

      ‘There’s no one. Apart from her mother, but you can forget about her.’ His cynical tone suggested he had already tried that avenue and failed.

      ‘Where is her mother?’

      His hands were gripping the steering wheel as if he wanted to strangle it or the subject of their conversation. ‘Sunning herself on some beach in Mexico with a drug lord, probably.’

      Clem chewed at her lower lip. This was sounding all too familiar, like her experience of growing up with a mother who’d changed partners faster than other people changed their mind. Some of the men were nice—like the one whose parents owned the cottage outside of Nice. But others were the very opposite of nice. They were nasty. Nasty men who exploited her naïve and trusting mother, encouraging her addictive tendencies without measuring the consequences for her children. Partying, drinking and child-rearing did not mix. Which was why Clem was so determined to keep Jamie from going down that path. ‘What about the authorities? Like Social Services and so on? Have you contacted them to take care of her?’

      ‘Harriet’s been in foster care in the past,’ he said. ‘It didn’t go well. She’s been through several caseworkers as the system is overloaded and underfunded. I thought I’d do the right thing by her and get her into a good school to improve her chances of a future. But did I get any thanks for offering to foot the bill? No.’

      ‘You have to talk to teenagers,’ Clem said. ‘You can’t just issue them with ultimatums or plans set in stone. It’s all about negotiation.’

      He gave her another withering look. ‘Like you’re doing so brilliantly with your brother?’

      Clem felt a blush steal over her cheeks. So? She was a crap stand-in parent. She knew that. Didn’t need to be reminded of it. ‘Teenage boys are hard work. They need a good male role-model. I’m doing my best but I’m well aware it’s not enough. Nowhere near enough.’

      ‘Where’s his father?’

      Clem knew if she didn’t tell him he would make it his business to find out—if he hadn’t already. ‘In jail.’

      ‘For?’

      ‘Armed robbery.’

      ‘Nice.’

      ‘Yep.’ She blew out a jaded breath. ‘Real Father of the Year material.’

      A small silence passed.

      ‘Where’s yours?’ Alistair said.

      ‘Dead.’

      She felt his gaze swing her way but she kept staring straight ahead. ‘How long ago did he die?’ he asked.

      ‘Fifteen years.’

      ‘I’m sorry.’

      Clem gave a grating laugh. ‘Don’t be.’ I just hope he stays ‘dead.’

      ‘Did he have much to do with you while you were growing up?’

      ‘No, he was the epitome of the absent father. Even when he was with us he wasn’t with us, if you get my drift.’

      He turned the car for the parking area at Heathrow. ‘Unfortunately, I do.’

      * * *

      Alistair handed over his keys to the valet-parking attendant and then took Clem’s bag. ‘What have you got in here? It weighs more than the damn hire car.’

      Defiance sparked and swirled in her brown eyes. ‘I’m not a toothbrush and a clean pair of knickers type. I need...stuff.’

      He began to roll the bag but one of the wheels was wonky. He crouched down and fiddled with it but it came off in his hand. He swore under his breath and straightened. ‘We need to get you a new bag.’

      Something flashed in her gaze. Pride...or was it panic? ‘What for? It’ll СКАЧАТЬ