Kids Included. Caroline Anderson

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СКАЧАТЬ the open, friendly smile a little distractedly, and made her escape. She couldn’t believe he didn’t hate her. It had been the most dreadful party.

      She gave a little moan of anguish at the memory, just as her kids came running up. ‘We’ve got orange lollies,’ her son said. Her daughter gave her a keen look.

      ‘Are you all right? You made a funny noise, and you’re a very strange colour.’

      She pasted on a smile. ‘I’m fine. Come on, guys, we’ve got to find out where you need to be in the morning, and we have to go back and unpack, and then maybe we’ll have time for a swim—’

      She was gabbling, running off at the mouth a mile a minute, but it was all his fault. He just turned her inside out with that knowing, sexy smile and those laughing eyes—

      ‘Damn.’

      ‘Mummy!’

      She hadn’t realised she’d said it out loud. She threw an apologetic glance at her son. He was looking mildly scandalised and a little fascinated, because she simply didn’t swear—at least, not aloud, and certainly not in front of them. ‘Sorry, Philip. Right, let’s go and pay for this lot and we can go back to our cabin.’

      Unloading the shopping half an hour later was a chastening experience. Bread, but no butter or marge. Peanut butter—they all hated peanut butter; she hadn’t bought it since David left—oven chips, a small pepperoni pizza, a pint of skimmed milk, not semi-skimmed as usual—the list of oddities and inconsistencies rambled on. Blue cheese, a tin of tuna, no salad or teabags—the man had distracted her so badly she couldn’t think.

      ‘So, what’s for supper?’ Philip asked curiously, eyeing the collection with distaste.

      ‘Um—I’m not sure. I’ve forgotten one or two things.’

      ‘We could eat out—they’ve got a pizza place in the square,’ Cassie was kind enough to point out.

      ‘Yeah, can we?’ Philip asked, his eyes wide and hopeful. They never ate out.

      Molly, who cooked for a living, thought it sounded a very good idea all of a sudden. ‘Fine. I’ll put this lot in the fridge and we’ll go and swim, sort out where we all have to be and then have supper.’

      The pool was wonderful. There was a wave machine, a flume, wild water rapids, a swirly river thing that swept you round an island, and, best of all, a hot whirlpool tub. The kids were strong swimmers, and sensible, so after they’d explored the pool complex together, she sent them off with strict instructions to keep an eye on each other and wallowed in the hot tub, watching out for them as they climbed the steps to the top of the flume.

      ‘Mind if I join you?’

      Her heart jolted wildly, and she looked up to be treated to acres of muscular, hairy thigh and lean washboard abs that made her want to moan out loud.

      ‘Feel free,’ she croaked, shuffling up a little, and he squeezed in beside her. They were hardly alone, there were two other couples in the big round tub, and Molly was intensely grateful for them. Safety in numbers, she thought a little hysterically, and then wondered what on earth she was worried about. He thought she was a complete twit. Who wouldn’t, after the way she’d performed?

      He settled in beside her with a big sigh, and she was enormously aware of him just inches away. His foot brushed hers, and she jumped as if she’d been bitten and shuffled a little further away.

      He smiled knowingly. ‘Sorry,’ he murmured, but she knew he wasn’t. Damn.

      They sat in silence, cosseted by the bubbles, while she tried not to think about his lean and very masculine body, so close she could reach out and touch it—and then the other couples climbed out and left them.

      Molly scooted round a bit, not quite opposite him but not so close, either. ‘Where are the children?’ she asked to fill the silence and to quell the riot in her mind.

      ‘Seb’s keeping an eye on them. They all swim like fish, even Nicky, but he’s got her in the paddling pool and the others are going on the flume. I thought I’d take five, and Seb knows where I am.’ He propped his head back and closed his eyes with a sigh. ‘Are you here on your own?’ he asked lazily.

      ‘No—I’ve got the children with me.’

      His eyes flew open. ‘Children?’

      ‘Yes, children. You know, those little bits of DNA that grow up to persecute us?’

      He chuckled. ‘Them,’ he said with a smile, and studied her searchingly. ‘I didn’t realise you had children. You look too young. Are they in the crèche?’

      She laughed a little wildly. ‘You have to be kidding. They’d skin me alive before they let me put them in there.’

      He glanced around. ‘So are they with your husband?’

      ‘Um—no. I—ah—we’re here alone. They’re swimming.’

      His eyes widened. ‘They can’t be old enough! Not unless you started at ten.’

      Her laugh was getting a little hysterical. ‘You are too kind. I think you also need your eyes checked. I have grey hairs, and bald bits where I’ve yanked the grey out, and wrinkles you could hide inside!’

      ‘And I’ve parked my Zimmer just round that rock.’

      She laughed again, softly this time. ‘I’m thirty-one—and you’re a million miles from needing a walking frame.’

      He grinned. ‘At the moment, but I have a hideous feeling that’s all going to change. I’m doing a mountain-bike ride with Nicky on the back tomorrow morning that will probably kill me, even though it’s supposed to be gentle, and then in the afternoon for my sins I’m abseiling with Seb while the others do canoeing and finger painting variously.’

      ‘Let me guess—the baby’s finger painting.’

      ‘Yup. I hate to think what state she’ll come back in.’

      ‘She’ll be fine—send her in something old and tatty.’ Molly shifted a little so she could see him better. ‘So, where’s your wife while all this is going on?’

      He met her eyes with a clear, level gaze. ‘I don’t have a wife. Where’s your husband?’

      And that was direct! She filed the information about his wife and answered him frankly. ‘Australia—dodging the maintenance payments.’

      ‘Ah. Hence the magic act.’

      ‘No, not at all. That was to help out a friend.’

      ‘You were good.’

      ‘I was awful.’

      ‘I thought you were very funny.’

      She gave a strangled laugh. ‘It was meant to be slick and fast and magical—not a take-off of Tommy Cooper.’

      He tipped his head and grinned. ‘I could see you in a fez. I don’t suppose you want to do a repeat СКАЧАТЬ