The Thorn in His Side. Kim Lawrence

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      The Thorn in his Side

      Kim Lawrence

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      CHAPTER ONE

      LIBBY’S phone rang just as she was taking the exit into the motorway services.

      She pulled into the first convenient parking space and eagerly reached into her pocket. ‘Mum …?’

      ‘Do I sound like your mother?’

      Not unless her mum had developed a strong Irish accent in the two weeks she’d been in New York. ‘Chloe?’

      ‘Libby, love, I was just wondering if you’re going through the village on the way home from work?’

      ‘Actually, I’m not in work. I’m on my way back from the airport.’

      There was a pause before her friend gave a self-recriminatory groan and added, ‘Oh, God, of course you are! Sorry, I forgot.’

      There was a lot of it around, Libby thought with a worried frown. ‘I don’t suppose you’ve seen Mum or Dad, have you, Chloe?’

      ‘Haven’t you? I assumed one of them would be picking you up from the airport.’

      ‘They were meant to,’ Libby admitted. ‘But they were a no show and when I rang I couldn’t get a reply … so I got a hire car.’ She stopped and shook her head, her smooth brow creasing into an anxious frown. ‘It’s just not like them, but I’m sure there’s a perfectly simple explanation …?’ she added, unable to keep the questioning note of doubt from her voice.

      ‘Of course there is,’ Chloe responded soothingly. ‘And it has nothing whatever to do with ambulances or heart attacks, your dad is fine, and don’t deny that’s what you were thinking. I know the way your mind works.’

      Before Libby could respond to this charge a yawn reverberated down the line so loud it made her grin.

      ‘Why does nobody mention that motherhood turns your mind to mush?’ her friend complained.

      Libby gave a sympathetic grimace. ‘You sound exhausted.’

      ‘I was up all night,’ Chloe admitted with another yawn.

      ‘How is my god-daughter?’

      ‘She’s teething or colic or something. I’ve only just got her to sleep. Now how was your trip?’

      ‘Fantastic.’

      ‘And did friend Susie set you up with some gorgeous American hunk?’

      ‘As a matter of fact.’

      There was a squeal of delight at the other end. ‘Tell me all.’

      ‘Nothing to tell, he was nice but—’

      A groan vibrated down the line. ‘Let me guess—not your type. Is anyone your type, Libby?’ Chloe sounded exasperated. ‘Looking the way you do you could have any man—one for every day of the week!’

      ‘You mean I look cheap and tarty?’

      ‘You look about as cheap as vintage champagne, which is why you scare half the men off—too much class.’

      ‘Nice theory but on a more sane note … what did you want me to get you from the village?’ Libby asked, stifling her need to get home. Whatever was happening there, five minutes was not going to make that much difference.

      ‘No, don’t worry about it, it doesn’t matter.’

      After a short argument Libby established that the item Chloe needed picking up was Eustace, their accident-prone Labrador, from the vet’s.

      ‘Someone left the gate open and useless Eustace got out. I swear that dog was an escapologist in another life. Mike found him tangled up in some barbed wire.’

      ‘Ouch! Poor Eustace, but don’t worry, it’s on my way, I’ll—’

      ‘No, it isn’t.’

      Libby ignored the interruption. ‘It’s no bother,’ she lied.

      An hour later Libby was relieved to see the village come into view. The rain that had made motorway driving a nightmare had finally stopped but the puddles on the narrow country lane where she parked were the size of small lakes. By the time she’d brought the Labrador back to the car her shoes were saturated and her legs splashed with mud.

      While the excitable animal strained on his leash Libby fumbled for her keys to open the car СКАЧАТЬ