Denim and Diamond. Moyra Tarling

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СКАЧАТЬ suddenly clogged Piper’s throat threatening to choke her. “There isn’t going to be a wedding,” she told him. “Wes is dead. He was killed in an accident in Asia while I was here at your wedding. I didn’t find out about it till I got back to London.”

      Spencer’s shock was evident on his face. “Piper…My God! I’m so sorry.” He hauled her into his arms and held her for several long seconds before pulling away to look at her once more. “I don’t remember seeing anything in the papers.”

      Piper’s smile held a hint of bitterness. “His family had it hushed up.”

      “Why? What happened?”

      “Apparently he’d been drinking with a group of young militant students,” she began. “You know Wes, always looking for a new angle, always trying to pry information from someone, somehow. Billy Brown, another reporter chasing the same story, came to see me in London after I got back. He told me the students had challenged Wes to a drag race.”

      “And, of course, he accepted.”

      Piper nodded. “Wes could never turn down a challenge.”

      “But, how…?”

      “He missed a turn and drove off the road. And because of the circumstances surrounding the accident, all that appeared in print was a small announcement saying he’d died in a car accident.”

      “You should have called us.”

      “And say what?” Piper countered. “Besides, you and Maura were on your honeymoon, and I needed time to deal with the news in my own way.”

      “But you shouldn’t have had to go through it alone,” he chided softly. “That’s what families are for, to help you through the bad times.”

      Piper couldn’t speak as emotions she’d been trying hard to keep in check threatened to bubble to the surface.

      She hadn’t told her brother about the terrible row she’d had prior to Wes’s departure for Asia. Though the discovery of her pregnancy had been a shock initially, she hoped that carrying his child would help bridge the gap steadily forming between them.

      Her announcement, however, had the opposite effect. Piper doubted she’d ever forget the look of icy disdain on Wes’s face when he’d asked if she was sure the child was his. At the memory, fresh tears, never far from the surface these days, gathered in her eyes.

      “Awe, pip-squeak,” Spencer said, using the nickname he’d bestowed on her when she was a little girl desperately trying to keep up with her bigger, older brothers. Pulling her into his arms, he held her tightly. “We love you, you know that. We’re here for you no matter what.”

      She eased out of his arms. “Why do you think I came home?” she replied, her voice thick with emotion.

      “Oh…here comes Kyle.”

      Piper hurriedly brushed the moisture from her eyes and turned to watch Kyle approach, noting as she did that he hadn’t changed much in the past eight years.

      Slowly she let her gaze travel over his six-foot frame from his jeans-clad legs and powerful thighs, his flat stomach to his big, broad shoulders, hidden under a black T-shirt. Silently she acknowledged that he was still the most handsome man she’d ever known.

      “Everything all right with Firefly?” Spencer asked.

      “She’s in great shape,” Kyle assured him. “I’ll be back to check on her again next week.”

      “Fine. See you then. Oh…good luck in your hunt for a receptionist,” Spencer said.

      “Thanks.” Kyle smiled ruefully. “Right about now, I’d settle for someone willing to come in for a couple of hours a day, just so I can get caught up with the paperwork.”

      “Maybe Piper could help you out,” Spencer said turning to her. “What do you say, Sis?”

      Startled, Piper couldn’t think of a suitable response. The air seemed to crackle with tension.

      Kyle broke the silence. “Thanks, Spencer, but I’m sure your sister doesn’t appreciate you volunteering her services.”

      “Nonsense!” Spencer replied. “Besides, she could use the distraction. Isn’t that right?”

      Both men turned to her, and she felt her face grow warm as they waited for her to speak.

      “Well, I…” she began, her thoughts in chaos as she tried to frame a polite refusal. She met Kyle’s steady gaze and knew by the resigned look in his gray eyes that he was expecting her to brush him off. “I’d be happy to help out, on a temporary basis, of course.” With some satisfaction, Piper noted the flicker of surprise that danced across Kyle’s handsome features.

      It was Kyle’s turn to stutter. “Uh…well, thanks, but I couldn’t impose. Besides, I really need someone with accounting experience.”

      “Piper’s your gal,” Spencer assured him. “She and a friend are partners in a small photo studio in London. Piper knows all about bookkeeping. Isn’t that right?”

      “Yes, I do,” Piper replied.

      “Really,” Kyle commented, though he didn’t sound in the least impressed. “I appreciate the offer, but I—”

      “I thought you said you’d be glad to have someone to help. Besides, you’d be doing me a favor,” Piper said, annoyed that he’d been about to turn her down. She flashed what she hoped was a winning smile. “The baby isn’t due for another eight weeks, and as Spencer said, I could use the distraction,” she added suddenly realizing it was true.

      “I…well…” Kyle ground to a halt, and Piper almost laughed out loud at his expression.

      Spencer slapped his friend on the back. “I’ll leave you two to sort out the details. I have to get back to the stables. See you next week,” he added, before heading off.

      “So, when would you like me to start?” Piper asked sweetly, knowing by the tightening of his jaw that Kyle wasn’t exactly pleased with the way things had turned out.

      “Are you sure your husband will approve of you taking on a job, especially this late in your pregnancy?”

      At his cutting words Piper drew a sharp breath. She knew she’d annoyed him, and that was the reason for his gibe, but the knowledge did little to diminish the pain and sadness washing over her.

      “There is no husband to approve or disapprove. The baby’s father is dead,” she announced in a voice that wavered slightly.

      “I’m sorry,” he said, his tone contrite.

      “So, when would you like me to start?” she asked in a challenging tone.

      “The clinic is open every weekday from nine to noon.”

      “Fine. I’ll see you tomorrow morning at eight-thirty.” Turning away she climbed the stairs to the veranda.

      It was eight-fifteen the next morning when Piper pulled СКАЧАТЬ