The Millionaire's Chosen Bride. Susanne James
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      ‘Mmm… You’re a fund manager, you said?’ he went on. ‘It must be fun, playing around with other people’s money.’ He’d only made the remark to annoy her. He realised only too well what a highly skilled and specialised job it was.

      ‘Oh, it’s great fun. A real laugh,’ Melody said dryly. ‘We all sit there, playing Monopoly with millions and millions of pounds which don’t belong to us.’ She paused. ‘For your information, we spend hundreds of hours researching the companies we invest in on behalf of others, going over and over it until we’re satisfied. Being in charge of pension schemes, where we’re fully aware how we affect people’s future well-being, is a nail-biting process which is taken very seriously.’ Her eyes flashed as she spoke, as she relived just how much effort everyone had put in during the year to keep pace with the country’s fluctuating economy and prospects.

      After a few moments she calmed down. He’d made a flippant remark which she’d taken too seriously, she reasoned. She had the distinct impression that he’d only said it to get her going—and she’d taken the bait!

      Adam had been watching her closely as she’d been speaking. ‘Do you like what you do? Do you enjoy it?’ he asked casually.

      ‘Yes, of course! I wouldn’t do it otherwise. I can’t see myself doing anything else, ever.’

      Well, he’d known she was a career woman. She was not going to tear herself away and come all the way down here just for a few days now and then. It was a total waste for her to own this cottage, he thought. It was like a spoilt child, seeing something in a shop window that he thought he wanted but which would never leave the toy cupboard.

      ‘Anyway,’ she said, ‘I don’t want to think about work—there are other things on my mind! I need to hire someone to clean the cottage from top to bottom. I expect there are locals who might be glad of some work?’

      ‘Oh, don’t count on that,’ he said bluntly. ‘Casual labour isn’t that easy to come by—just ask Fee! All the guesthouses use up most of what’s on offer.’ He paused. ‘And I’m afraid we don’t run to agencies here, to cope with such demands.’ He grinned. ‘I’d hazard a guess that it’s going to be just you and me, Mel!’ Looking at her soft hands and beautifully manicured nails, he smiled inwardly. She might be a whiz-kid at what she did for a living, but he somehow couldn’t imagine the woman down on her knees with a scrubbing brush!

      Melody shrugged. ‘Well, in that case the first thing will be to buy cleaning materials,’ she said, fielding his remark briskly. She knew very well what he was thinking: that she wasn’t used to domestic labour. Well, he’d got another thing wrong, she thought. Even though her mother had always put education at the top of the list for her daughter, Frances had also encouraged Melody to help with everything in the house—and she had. And when Frances had been unwell, which had been the case often in the years before the woman’s untimely death six years ago, Melody had taken over. Shopping, cooking a nourishing meal and baking a cake were no problem!

      ‘And what about you and your extended holiday?’ Melody asked suddenly. ‘I suppose being the privileged son in a family business means you have all the perks—which obviously means lots of time off. I wonder what the other staff think of that!’

      ‘Oh, the staff don’t have any problems with that,’ he said, unperturbed at her remarks. ‘In fact, they are extremely happy with their lot. They’ve never had it so good, and they’re grateful.’

      Suddenly a light footstep outside heralded Fee’s appearance, and she popped her head in through the open door, beaming at Melody.

      ‘I just had to call by and say welcome to our new neighbour,’ she said, and Melody was struck by Fee’s kind enthusiasm—which was more than generous in view of the circumstances.

      She came in and looked around her, and Adam immediately stood up.

      ‘Come and sit down on this lovely upholstered seat, Fee,’ he said jovially. ‘Not quite up to modern standards, but needs must.’ He pulled the woman gently towards him on to the box he’d been sitting on, and just then his mobile rang. He wandered outside to answer it. Fee looked across at Melody.

      ‘You must be thrilled, Mel,’ she said simply. ‘This is going to be such a lovely change from your home in London.’

      ‘Yes, of course…’ Melody replied quickly, feeling slightly awkward. ‘You run a marvellous guesthouse, Fee,’ she said hurriedly. ‘Everything seems to run like clockwork. Which means, of course, that someone—you—works extremely hard all the time. Success at anything never happens by chance, does it? It’s always hard graft in the end.’

      Fee sighed, wiping her forehead with a tissue, and closing her eyes briefly. ‘I’m used to hard work.’

      Melody looked at her quickly. ‘Are you all right, Fee?’ she said. ‘You do look rather warm…’

      ‘Oh, yes—I’m fine,’ Fee said, smiling briefly. ‘As a matter of fact… Oh…it doesn’t matter…’

      ‘Go on,’ Melody said gently, sensing that the woman wanted to talk.

      Fee waited a moment before going on. ‘It’s just that I’m pregnant, Mel—after all this time, after all the false alarms and disappointments.’

      ‘But that’s terrific—fantastic, Fee!’ Melody said enthusiastically. She had no doubt that Callum and Fee would make the most wonderful parents.

      ‘We’ve not told anyone yet—not even Adam,’ Fee said, lowering her voice, and Melody thought Adam must be a very special friend if he was usually privy to all their important news. ‘He’s known all about my past problems,’ Fee went on, ‘but it’s a bit soon, and I don’t want anyone to get excited on our behalf. Not until I’ve passed the three-month stage—which isn’t quite yet.’

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