The Bridesmaid's Wedding. Margaret Way

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      “Why, exactly,” he persisted, his lean powerful body tensing as it might against a threat.

      “It’s been that sort of a day.”

      “Something is really bothering you.” He watched her closely, all his old protective feelings coming into play.

      “Lord, Rafe, I’m just a little tired. And overexcited. Sit down and I’ll bring the coffee over.”

      “It might make sense to tell me,” he remarked, his face reflecting his concern. “Do you mind if I have a quick look through the place?”

      “Be my guest,” she answered a little weakly. Her heart was still quaking. “Two bedrooms, one used as a study, two bathrooms, a laundry.”

      “My God!” He sounded amazed anyone could live like that. The cattle baron with his million wild acres.

      Rafe walked down the narrow corridor checking each room in turn. He even looked inside the built-in wardrobes, accepting now some terror large or small was preying on her mind.

      “Well?” She arched a brow. So hard to believe he was here. So wondrous. So real.

      “Everything in order.” He crossed to one of the couches upholstered in some light green fabric and removed a few of the overabundant cushions. “I bet this is nothing like where you live in Sydney?” Ally had tremendous flair. They had spent a lot of time walking round the homestead on Opal planning what they would do to refurbish it after they were married. Opal Downs boasted a marvellous old homestead like Kimbara, but whereas Kimbara homestead had been constantly refurbished and updated, Opal had been caught in a time warp. Nothing much had been changed since his grandfather’s time. His mother had been contemplating a lot of changes in the months before she and his father along with six other passengers, had been killed when the light aircraft they had been travelling in crashed into a hillside in the New Guinea highlands.

      He couldn’t bear to remember that terrible time. The shock and the grief. The last time he and Grant had seen their parents alive they had been laughing and full of life, waving from the charter plane that had taken them away from Opal. Forever.

      “I’ve decorated my apartment. We all do our own things. You’ve gone very quiet.” Ally, as sensitive to him as he was to her, set the tray down on the coffee table.

      “Memories. They come on you without warning.”

      “Yes, they’re the very devil!” Ally agreed, remembering all the times she had to push her own back. “I’m glad we can have this quiet time together, Rafe.”

      She was a siren seducing him into her arms. He could smell the perfume that clung to her, stirring his blood. He had lived almost like a monk for years. The odd go-nowhere affair. But there was a huge difference between having sex and making love to the woman who aroused his every longing. Ally belonged to the category of women one would have to call unforgettable. He was mad to touch her. But he didn’t move, instead saying quietly, “Your hand isn’t shaking any more.”

      “You’re here,” she said, her eyes alive with emerald light. “Stay for a while.” Rafe always had been an intensely strong and reassuring presence.

      “You feel the need to be protected?”

      “Believe it.” She gave a brittle laugh.

      Rafe took a quick gulp of the fragrant black coffee, hot and strong the way he liked it, then set the cup down. “I’m picking up a lot of bad vibes here, Ally. You’re not going to tell me you’re being harassed by some crank? I know it happens to people in the public eye.”

      She was struck by his perception. She knew she flushed.

      “You mean that sort of thing is happening?” he asked, almost incredulously.

      “On and off.” She tried to appear unfazed.

      “Keep talking,” he ordered, his strong handsome face turning grim.

      She sank back into the sofa opposite him, the light glancing off her beautiful satin dress, making all the little crystals on the strapless bodice twinkle like stars. “I’ve had letters, phone calls. The calls must be made from public phones. The police can’t get a trace on them.”

      “Someone speaks? A man?” He gave a dark, forbidding frown.

      “I’m afraid so, though he seems to use a device to disguise his voice. It’s really rather scary.”

      He stared at her, decidedly the object of any man’s desire. “Scary? I’d like to get my hands on him.” His voice rasped. “Does Brod know?”

      Vigorously she shook her sable head. “You think I’d spoil his wedding? His honeymoon? No way! It’s not like this creep is actually doing anything. I’ve never been stalked. At least I don’t think I have.” She realised her characteristic blithe self-confidence was breaking down.

      For a split second Rafe felt even he couldn’t cope with it. “When did it start?” he asked very quietly, his eyes pinned to her expressive face.

      Of course she knew exactly. “Four months ago. The channel is very good to me. They’ve arranged security for me. I have someone to see me to my car.”

      He let out a hard, tight breath. “No wonder you nearly jump out of your skin when you imagine you see a man’s reflection.”

      “Maybe I’m not quite sober.” She tried to make light of it. “I had rather a lot of champagne at the reception. I’m not afraid.”

      “I think you’ve proved you are. And why not? This modern world is turning into a jungle. Have you told Fee?”

      She rubbed her arms. “I’ve told no one in the family. Only you. It’s an occupational hazard, Rafe. I have to live with it.”

      His expression was formidable. “This is really bad, Ally. I don’t like it at all.”

      Her mouth trembled. So he still cared something for her. “I have hundreds, maybe thousands of fans who only wish me well, but this guy is something else.”

      A gust of wind came up and moved the plants on the terrace, causing Ally to lift her hands to her temples. “I thought I’d prefer to stay here rather than a hotel where I’d be recognised.” She leapt to her feet. “Now I’m not so sure. I expect I’m feeling a bit more vulnerable after such an emotional day.”

      “Sit down again,” Rafe said. “Let’s face it, Ally, there’s a decision to be made. You don’t have to spend a single night feeling threatened. Not while I’m around. You mightn’t be my Ally anymore but the Kinrosses and the Camerons go back a whole lot of years.” Brod looked to him to oversee the running of Kimbara in his absence, the idea that his only sister was in any danger would upset him greatly.

      “What I’m offering, Ally, is friendship allied to the age-old tradition of man as a protector. It’s the way of the Outback.” He tossed off the rest of his coffee, watching her slide back on the couch. “I think what I should do, what Brod would want me to do, is stay overnight. I can sleep on this sofa. Maybe shove СКАЧАТЬ