Sweet Surrender. Catherine George
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Название: Sweet Surrender
Автор: Catherine George
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon Modern
isbn: 9781472031297
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“What are you thinking?”
“I was thinking that if you did want to take me to bed perhaps it might be a good thing,” she said thoughtfully, and felt him tense against her.
“Would you say that again?” he demanded.
“I’m sure I don’t have to.”
“So why do you think it would be a good thing? From my own point of view it’s a ravishing idea, of course, but—”
“I think it would give me closure.”
“Closure?” Alasdair put an ungentle finger under her chin to raise her face to his. “What does that mean?”
Kate looked at him defiantly. “Meeting you again has revived old ghosts. Maybe going to bed with you would lay them for good.”
Sweet Surrender
Catherine George
MILLS & BOON
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER ONE
KATE was about to dismiss her class of lively eight-year-olds for half-term, when the headmaster called her outside into the hall.
Bill Vincent eyed her hopefully. ‘Can you do me an enormous favour, Kate?’
‘Of course, if I can. What’s the problem?’
‘Could you possibly hang on with young Abby Cartwright for a while? Her father’s on the phone from the hospital—’
Kate winced. ‘Not the baby already?’
‘Weeks early, hence the panic. Fortunately the grandparents were arriving today anyway. Abby’s uncle is fetching them from Heathrow, and will collect her on the way back.’
‘Which means Uncle’s not likely to collect Abby any time soon, then,’ she said, resigned.
‘Afraid not. I’ve got a Consortium meeting, or I’d stay myself—’
‘Better if I do it,’ said Kate promptly. ‘I’m her teacher, the one she knows best. She’s new this term, and so shy she’s finding it hard to make friends. I’ll take her home with me.’
The Head smiled, relieved. ‘Thanks a lot, Kate. Will you give Tim Cartwright the glad news? I’ll look after your class.’
Kate picked up the phone in the office to reassure a distraught Tim Cartwright.
‘I’m on a hospital payphone, Miss Dysart, so I’ll be brief,’ he told her. ‘Julia’s desperately worried about Abby and wants me to go home, but I hate the thought of leaving her. Mr Vincent said you’ll take care of Abby, but are you really prepared to do that until my brother-in-law arrives? He could be late.’
‘No problem at all, Mr Cartwright,’ said Kate soothingly. ‘You stay with your wife and tell her not to worry. I’m taking Abby home with me. Laurel Cottage at the end of the village. But could you contact her uncle, please, and give him my phone number?’ Kate waited as he made a note of it, cut short Tim Cartwright’s fervent thanks and went back to her class to report to Bill Vincent that everything was sorted.
When the other children streamed out to join waiting parents Kate called Abby Cartwright from the window. The child turned quickly, her blue eyes anxious behind her spectacles, fine flaxen hair escaping from its bunches.
‘Abby,’ Kate said gently, ‘your father won’t be picking you up today. He’s just taken your mother to the hospital to have the baby—’
‘But he can’t come yet, Miss Dysart, it’s too soon!’ said the child in alarm.
‘You know it’s a boy, then?’ Kate smiled reassuringly. ‘Don’t worry. Baby brother’s in a hurry, that’s all. Your uncle’s coming to collect you on the way back from the airport.’
‘Then he’s gone to fetch Grandma and Grandad,’ said Abby with relief. Her face fell. ‘But do I have to wait here at school until they come?’
‘No. I’ll take you home with me.’
After Kate had collected her belongings and surrendered the classroom to the caretaker who doubled as cleaner, she said goodbye to her colleagues and took Abby out to her car. Because the village school was too short of space for a car park her elderly little runabout was outside in the village street, as usual, and as Kate approached it with Abby a man emerged from a sleek foreign vehicle parked a short distance away.
Kate stared in utter amazement, convinced for a moment that she was seeing things. But Alasdair Drummond, even taller than she remembered in a formal dark suit, was too solid a figure to be an apparition.
‘Hello, Kate.’ He strode towards her, hand outstretched, his smile familiar and self-confident.
Kate touched the hand briefly. ‘This is a surprise, Alasdair. What on earth are you doing here?’
‘I came to see you, Kate.’
He expected her to believe that?
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