Mr Right All Along. Natalie Anderson

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       Table of Contents

       Cover

       Excerpt

       Title Page

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       Copyright

CHAPTER ONE

      ‘THANKS for the lift, Nick.’

      ‘It’s the least I can do, considering you turned up at six this morning to go over those figures with me.’ Nick Jefferson lifted Veronica’s small suitcase from the boot. ‘Call me when you know which train you’re catching back tomorrow and I’ll pick you up. In fact, why don’t you come to supper? Cassie’s working on a new recipe; I know she’d welcome a totally unbiased opinion, and you haven’t been near her in weeks.’

      ‘Your wife should be putting her feet up with the baby so near,’ Veronica replied quickly. ‘Not slaving over a hot stove for any Tom, Dick or Jane you invite home.’

      ‘Come to supper and you can tell her yourself to take it easy, along with your opinion on her recipe,’ he informed her. ‘Maybe she’ll listen to you.’

      ‘I doubt it.’ Veronica relieved him of her case. ‘Besides, there’s more than one way to keep a lady in bed, Nick. Offer to rub her back … or something.’

      He grinned. ‘Now why didn’t I think of that? Hey, don’t forget your hatbox.’ She pulled a face. ‘Anyone would think you don’t want to go to this wedding.’

      ‘I don’t much,’ she said. ‘I love my cousin dearly, but family weddings are fairly close to the bottom of my list of favourite events. One above going to the dentist. Maybe. My dentist makes me laugh.’

      ‘Then why go? It’s not compulsory, is it?’

      Veronica offered Nick a wry smile. ‘My family take weddings seriously; you’re expected to turn up unless you’ve got a doctor’s note confirming the plague.’ She regarded the hatbox with dislike. ‘You don’t happen to know a bribable doctor, do you?’

      ‘I’m afraid not. Would a note from the boss do? “Veronica can’t come out to play until she’s finished a report on the marketing of our latest line in camp fridges to Eskimos—”’

      She laughed. ‘Heaven forbid. I get enough grief from my mother about putting my career first as it is.’ She took the cumbersome hatbox from him. ‘I’d better go. Missing the train would not be an acceptable excuse either.’

      Fortunately, the eight-fifteen had a dining car—the six o’clock start had left her feeling hollow, and it was going to be a long day. The steward smiled as he spotted her. ‘Morning, Miss Grant. Here, let me take your bag.’

      ‘Thank you, Peter,’ she said, surrendering her small suitcase and dropping her hatbox onto the vacant chair at the two-seater table before settling herself in the opposite seat, glancing out at the platform in that still moment of expectancy while the guard glanced along the length of the train to make sure all was clear. Then, as the man raised his whistle to his lips, his attention, and hers, was caught by the brisk, sharp sound of leather-shod feet pounding up the stone steps.

      ‘Hold that door!’

      The latecomer had called out with the confident ring of someone used to instant obedience. He got it, and Veronica found herself holding her breath as a tall, lithe figure sprinted across the platform and boarded the train. The door banged shut, the whistle blew, the train slid seamlessly from the station.

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