The Deserving Mistress. Кэрол Мортимер

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       CHAPTER ONE

      ‘ARE you having a heart attack or just resting?’

      May had heard the approach of the car into the farmyard, had even managed to slightly raise one eyelid in order to register the fact that it wasn’t a vehicle she recognised. Which meant her visitor was either lost, or a seed or fertilizer salesman, neither of which raised enough enthusiasm to rouse her from her sitting position on the convenient bale of hay outside the milking shed.

      She managed a grunt of acknowledgement. ‘Which do you think?’

      ‘In all honesty—I’m not sure!’ The man sounded slightly surprised by his own uncertainty, as if it weren’t an emotion that came naturally to him.

      May managed to pry that single eyelid slightly open a second time, just enough to be able to have a look at her unexpected visitor.

      Probably aged in his mid to late thirties, the man was tall, very much so, with thick dark hair that looked inclined to curl, dark brows frowning over piercing grey eyes, an arrogant slash of a nose, his mouth grimly set over a squarely determined chin.

      Uncertainty about anything certainly wouldn’t sit easily on those broad shoulders, either!

      ‘Well, let me know when you’ve made up your mind.’ May sighed wearily, closing her eyelid again.

      ‘Hmm,’ he murmured thoughtfully. ‘I’ve never actually seen anyone have a heart attack, but I’m sure they should be in more pain than you appear to be in. On the other hand, falling asleep sitting outside on a bale of hay, in a temperature that can’t be much above freezing, doesn’t seem too comfortable, either!’ he concluded dryly.

      May gave a dismissive movement of her shoulders. ‘Anywhere is comfortable to СКАЧАТЬ