The Rebel and the Heiress. Michelle Douglas

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      ‘Marigolds,’ he said softly.

      She nodded.

      ‘Why didn’t John let you plant marigolds here?’

      ‘Because my mother didn’t like them, remember?’

      ‘Nobody would’ve seen them all the way down the back here.’

      She lifted a shoulder. ‘I found it was always best not to make waves if one could help it.’

      ‘I decided on an opposite course of action.’

      She glanced up with a grin, her green eyes alive with so much impish laughter it made his chest clench. ‘You did at that. I’m going to take a leaf out of your book and fill this entire garden bed with marigolds.’

      Good for her.

      She held the tin out to him. ‘Would you like to do the honours?’

      His mouth went dry. He shook his head. ‘They were your treasures.’ He couldn’t help adding, ‘Besides, you could be wrong and maybe John never knew about the tin.’

      ‘I’m not wrong.’

      Her certainty had his heart beating hard and fast.

      She sent him a small smile. ‘Well, here goes.’ And she prised the lid off.

      An assortment of oddments met his gaze. Silly stuff one would expect a ten-year-old to treasure. And from it all she detached a small gold locket that he recognised immediately. She held it out to him and his heart gave a gigantic kick. ‘When I buried this I swore that if I ever had the chance I’d give it to you.’

      ‘Nell, I couldn’t—’

      She dropped it in his hand. ‘Even now it brings me no joy. It reminds me of the trouble it caused. Throw it away if you want and spare me the bother.’

      His hand closed about it and his heart thumped. In kid-speak their exchange of gifts had been a token of friendship. Not that the adults had seen it that way. But the locket shone as brilliantly for him now as it had back then.

      ‘While I keep this.’

      She held up the tin aeroplane he’d given her and a laugh broke from him. He took it from her and flew it through the air the way he used to do as a boy. ‘You really did keep it.’

      ‘I wasn’t a defiant child. I generally did as I was told.’ Her lips twisted. ‘Or, at least, I tried to. This was the one thing I dug my heels in about.’

      Along with this big old relic of a Victorian mansion. He wondered why it meant so much to her.

      ‘I should’ve dug my heels in harder about the rest of it too, Rick. I’m sorry I didn’t.’

      He handed her back the plane. ‘Forget about it. We were just kids.’ And what chance did a timid ten-year-old have against bullying parents and glaring policemen?

      ‘Hey, I remember those—’ he laughed when she pulled out a host of cheap wire bangles in an assortment of garish colours ‘—the girls at school went mad for them for a while.’

      ‘I know and I coveted them. I managed to sneak into a Two Dollar Shop and buy these when my mother wasn’t looking, but she forbade me from wearing them. Apparently they made me look cheap and she threatened to throw them away.’

      So instead Nell had buried them in this tin where no one could take them away from her...but where she’d never be able to wear them either. Not even in secret.

      She dispensed quickly with a few other knick-knacks—some hair baubles and a Rubik’s Cube—along with some assorted postcards. At the very bottom of the tin were two stark white envelopes. The writing on them was black-inked capitals.

      One for Nell.

      One for him.

      With a, ‘Tsk,’ that robbed the moment of its ominousness, she handed them both to him and then proceeded to pile her ‘treasures’ back into the tin and eased the lid back on. ‘Do we want to rip them open here or does it call for coffee?’

      ‘Coffee?’ His lip curled, although he tried to stop it.

      ‘You’re right. It’s not too early for a drink, is it?’

      ‘Hell, no. It has to be getting onto three o’clock.’

      ‘I don’t have any beer, but I do have half a bottle of cheap Chardonnay in the fridge.’

      ‘Count me in.’

      He carried the spade, the secateurs and the letters. She carried the trowels and the tin. It touched him that she trusted him with her letter. He could simply make off with both letters and try to figure out what game John Cox was playing at. But the gold locket burned a hole in his pocket and he knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

      Besides, Nell had been the one to decipher the clue and dig up the tin. So he helped her stow the garden tools and followed her across the weed-infested lawn, along the terrace and back into the kitchen. He set both letters onto the table. Nell washed her hands, collected two wine glasses and the bottle of wine.

      He took the bottle, glanced at the label and grinned. ‘You weren’t joking when you said cheap, were you?’

      ‘Shut up and pour,’ she said cheerfully. ‘When it’s a choice between cheap wine and no wine...’

      ‘Good choice,’ he agreed, but a burn started up in his chest at all this evidence of the Princess fallen on hard times.

      He handed her a glass, she clinked it with his and sat. He handed her the letter. She didn’t bother with preliminaries. She set her glass down, tore open the envelope, and scanned the enclosed sheet of paper.

      Rick remained standing, his heart thudding.

      With a sound of disgust she thrust it at him. ‘I don’t like these games.’

      Rick read it.

      Dear Miss Nell,

      If you think he’s worth the effort, would you please pass these details on to him?

      Yours sincerely,

      John Cox.

      She leapt up and snatched the letter back. ‘He calls you “him” and “he’s”.’ She slapped the sheet of paper with the back of her hand. ‘He doesn’t even have the courtesy to name you. It’s...it’s...’

      ‘It’s okay.’

      She stared at him. She gave him back the letter. ‘No, it’s not.’ She took her seat again and sipped her wine. She didn’t grimace at its taste as he thought she would. In fact, she looked quite at home with her cheap wine. He’d have smiled except his letter burned a hole in his palm.

      ‘And just so you know,’ СКАЧАТЬ