An Unexpected Bonus. Caroline Anderson

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      ‘We’ve got a panto rehearsal tonight,’ Laura reminded her as she joined them at the table. ‘Will you test me on my lines?’

      Jo laughed humourlessly. ‘Just so long as you don’t try and test me—I haven’t had time to look at them since before Christmas.’

      ‘Mother! Roz will skin you alive!’

      ‘Don’t I know it! I’ll try and have a quick scan through after supper—perhaps Grannie will test you.’

      ‘Of course I will, darling. How’s it going?’

      Jo laughed. ‘It was awful before Christmas. We’ll see if anyone has spent the last couple of weeks learning their lines or if they’ve all switched off and forgotten what little they did know. I suspect the latter.’

      ‘Based on personal experience?’ her mother said sagely, and Jo gave a rueful chuckle.

      ‘You guessed. Oh, well, there’s time.’

      ‘Have they got anyone else for the chorus yet?’ Laura asked, tucking into her casserole with huge enthusiasm.

      ‘I don’t know.’

      ‘You ought to ask Dr What’s-his-name—what is his name? The new guy?’

      ‘Latimer—Ed Latimer. I doubt if he’d be interested.’

      ‘You could ask,’ she suggested round a forkful of carrots.

      She could—but she didn’t want to. She didn’t want Ed Latimer any nearer her than he had to be, for any more time than was absolutely necessary. He was too disturbing, too masculine. Too male. Just—too much.

      She finished her meal in silence, listening with half an ear to Laura and her mother chattering, then she loaded the dishwasher and excused herself for a quick shower before the rehearsal. The water was warm and silky and sensuous, sliding over her naked skin and making her aware of herself in a way she’d almost forgotten.

      Her mind turned to Ed again, and she closed her eyes and moaned softly. Why? She’d spent years fending off flirts, and none of them had even so much as ruffled the surface of her peaceful existence.

      And now Ed Latimer had come strolling into her life, his hands shoved casually into his pockets, all testosterone and laughing eyes, and her self-control was lying on the floor, belly-up and grinning like a submissive dog!

      ‘This is awful! What on earth’s the matter with all of you? Two weeks off and you’ve all keeled over and died!’

      There was a chorus of feeble protest, and their hard-pressed producer threw down her script and stalked into the kitchen. Jo met Laura’s eyes and smiled encouragingly, then went into the kitchen after Roz, closing the door quietly.

      ‘Roz?’

      ‘It’s like this every year! I don’t know why I do it! They screech through by the skin of their teeth, just about pulling the thing together by the final dress rehearsal—sometimes not even then! This is the thirteenth year, you realise that? I knew we ought to give it a rest, but they wouldn’t listen. It’ll be fine, they all said, and now look at them! Corpsed, the lot of them, the second you take their scripts away! Well, that’s it. They’re not having their scripts again, any of them, and they can just manage with the prompt!’

      Jo soothed Roz’s ruffled feathers and gave her time to settle down. ‘Perhaps we ought to have our break early and let everyone calm down a bit—the urn’s hot now. Why don’t I make a big pot of tea and open the biscuits and we’ll try again in a little while?’

      Roz stabbed her hands through her hair and gave a stifled scream. ‘They drive me nuts,’ she confessed.

      ‘You love it.’

      ‘I know. I must be a masochist.’

      They shared a smile, and Jo filled the teapot while Roz poured milk into the cups. ‘We still need another man for the chorus—I don’t suppose your new doctor wants to get involved?’ Roz asked her.

      She slopped the tea into a saucer and splashed her hand. ‘Damn,’ she muttered, and put down the pot. ‘I don’t know—why don’t you ask him? I expect he’ll be too busy.’

      ‘Would you ask him for me, as you’ll see him?’

      And, just like that, she was forced into a corner from which there was no escape.

      ‘Hi, there.’

      Shivers ran up Jo’s spine and made her hair tingle against her scalp. She turned, groping for a smile that wasn’t completely idiotic, and forced herself to meet Ed’s eyes. ‘Hi, there, yourself,’ she said, and was very proud of the fact that her voice only croaked the tiniest bit.

      ‘How are things? Any imminent obstetrics for me?’

      ‘Sorry.’ She shook her head and smiled a more natural smile. ‘They’re all hanging on till their due dates.’

      ‘Even your lady the other night?’

      ‘Even her. Sorry. I’ve got an antenatal class at the hospital in a minute—I’ll ask them if they want to get a wriggle on for you, shall I?’

      He chuckled and reached out to test the kettle, and the sun slanting through the window caught his hair, gleaming on the red lights in it and turning it a rich, deep chestnut. It was a lovely colour, much more interesting than plain dark brown, and she wanted to reach out and touch it…

      There should be enough in there for you,’ she told him, dragging her attention back to the kettle. ‘It’s just boiled.’

      Tea for you?’

      ‘I’m OK.’ She held up her full mug to show him, and he nodded and snagged a mug off the draining-board.

      ‘No doubt they’ll all produce in the fullness of time,’ he said, going back to their previous conversation. ‘We’ve had two in the past week—I suppose that’s my ration.’

      ‘Absolutely. I’ve got something to ask you, by the way, talking of producing. The thirteenth annual Yoxburgh panto is short of a male chorus member—Roz asked me to ask you, but I told her you’d be too busy.’

      He turned and met her eyes. ‘Why?’

      ‘Why are they short?’

      ‘Why did you tell her I’d be too busy?’

      She felt a little touch of colour brush her cheeks. ‘I don’t know—I just thought you would be,’ she faltered. ‘It’s quite a punishing rehearsal schedule. It’s up to you. Of course, if you want to do it you’d be more than welcome—I was just trying to give you a way out if you wanted one. It can be pretty tedious.’

      She floundered to a halt and looked up at him again, to find him watching her with understanding.

      ‘If you don’t want me to do it, just say so, Jo,’ he murmured, and his voice was like raw silk, sliding over her nerve endings.

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