Christy McKellen – Bridesmaid with Attitude (страница 6)

‘So, what’s your big secret, then, Theo? Hmm …? Everyone has one? Let me guess.’ She folded her arms, tipped her head to one side and gave him a contemplative stare. ‘A brood of illegitimate children just poised to crawl out of the woodwork? Or perhaps a mad wife stashed away in the attic?’

‘Unlikely to the first guess and not yet to the second, but I’m sure it’s only a matter of time.’

‘Because you’re bound to drive any woman you get involved with round the bend?’

‘Something like that.’

His gaze raked her face for a moment before the corner of his mouth twitched upwards. It was the closest thing she’d seen to a smile since they’d met and a sense of satisfaction warmed her blood.

He must have been uncomfortable with the change in atmosphere, though, because he brought down the frown again, then abruptly turned and walked out of the room, leaving her to hurry after him.

Back out on the landing, he gestured down the corridor, pointing out the other guest bedrooms and bathrooms, then strode off back down the stairs—presumably to make the promised coffee.

She caught up with him as he reached the bottom step and followed him into the kitchen, where he proceeded to set up the coffee-maker.

Turning to look at her once it was gurgling away, he narrowed his eyes, as if deciding how to put his next statement. ‘Not meaning to be insensitive, but we’d better not go into detail about your lack of family harmony in case my mother thinks you’re after me for my money,’ he said finally.

She snorted and crossed her arms. ‘I don’t need your money. Not with the job I have.’

‘What job is that?’ he asked, leaning back against the counter.

‘You really don’t recognise me? Emily Applegate from Treasure Trail? It’s one of the most popular shows on TV at the minute.’

At least it was on the second-rate channel it ran on—but, to be fair, it was soon to be promoted to the big league. There was no need to mention the small hiccup of the threat of being dropped from the show to him, though. It would only complicate matters, and they’d agreed to keep their stories simple.

He scowled. ‘Never heard of it. I don’t watch television.’

‘You don’t watch television?’ She took an exaggerated step back and threw out her hands in mock shock.

He grunted in response and turned away to pour them both a mug of coffee. ‘I have better things to do with my time,’ he said over his shoulder.

‘Like tinkering with your tools?’

He turned back and handed her a mug, which she took gratefully, inhaling the wonderful aroma deep into her lungs.

‘Like making equipment for people with mobility issues to help give them some freedom,’ he said.

That brought her up short. ‘Impressive.’

He shrugged the compliment off as if it meant nothing and gestured for them both to sit down at the large oak table in the middle of the room.

‘So what led you to the business of making mobility aids?’ she asked, once they were settled.

‘I had an older brother who had severe mobility issues. I used to invent things to help him get around and carry out what we think of as easy day-to-day tasks so he didn’t feel so trapped and frustrated. I found I was good at it, and I enjoyed it, so I went on to study engineering at university.’

‘And your mother was okay with that?’ she asked, blowing across the top of her drink to cool it down before taking a sip.

‘Not really. She wanted me to go into politics. But I studied at Cambridge, and appeared to be rubbing shoulders with the right people, so she let it slide.’

‘Where’s your brother now?’

‘He died when I was twenty. He had a lot of health issues so it was always on the cards.’

‘Sorry to hear that.’

He shrugged and looked down at his coffee. ‘Life can be cruel.’

‘But you’re actively doing something to make a difference to people who’ve caught a bad break—that’s admirable.’

He took a long sip of his drink, his brow furrowed as if he was thinking about what she’d said. ‘I’d like to do more but it’s a long game, building up a business in this tough financial environment. I do a lot of work pro bono, because the people who need help the most are usually the ones that can’t afford it. They often need things custom-made to suit the ergonomics of their house. Everyone’s needs are different. Occupational therapists do a wonderful job, but there’s only so much they can achieve with their limited funding.’

‘Is that why you’ve been hiring this place out for weddings?’

‘Yeah—in an attempt to keep up with the running costs of this place, and my living expenses, until the business starts making money. And also because I like to see the place full of life. It seems perverse for me to be rattling around in it on my own all the time.’

‘If you’re so worried about it being too big and expensive for you why don’t you move out to somewhere smaller?’ she asked, taking another gulp of coffee, enjoying the smoky taste of it on her tongue.

He looked at her as though she was mad. ‘Because this is my ancestral home. It’s been in the Berkeley family for four hundred years. My mother’s not interested in living here any more, and if I wasn’t here she’d probably sell it to the highest bidder. I’m not about to let some money-focused developer get their grubby hands on it and turn it into apartments or a golfing hotel.’ He pulled his face into a grimace.

‘Not a big fan of golfing?’

‘No.’

‘Balls too small?’ She couldn’t stop a wide grin from spreading across her face.

He gave her a warning frown. ‘You’re going to have to watch your mouth around my mother—she’s pretty uptight.’

‘Don’t sweat it. I will,’ she said, draining the last drop of her drink and managing to spill a bit on her top.

‘And you’re going to have to scrub up your appearance in order to impress her,’ he said, indicating her torn jeans, biker boots and the wide-necked T-shirt hanging off one shoulder, flashing her bra strap.

Emily waved a breezy hand in the air. ‘Not a problem. Don’t worry, I’ll have her wrapped around my little finger in half a day, max.’

‘You’re very sure of yourself.’

‘Why, yes I am.’

An expression of approval flashed across his face. ‘I like it.’

She leant forward, narrowing her eyes and forcing her lips into a soft pout. ‘I know you do.’

His approval was quickly replaced with a frown. ‘I’m not going to sleep with you, Emily.’

She let her mouth fall open in exaggerated shock, hoping like mad that he hadn’t caught on to the mortified disappointment that had flashed through her at his abrupt rejection.

‘Why ever not? Surely that’s one of the perks of our arrangement?’

He leant back in his chair and crossed his arms. ‘I don’t make it a habit to sleep with women I’ve just met.’

She gave him a scrutinising look, brazening it out despite the unfamiliar turmoil she was struggling to deal with. Surely she hadn’t lost her touch when it came to charming men? It had never deserted her before. Sex was the one area of her life where she felt she had absolute control, and she wasn’t about to let him chip into it.

‘You mean with women you don’t trust?’

His expression didn’t flicker, but she could tell he was holding something in. It was there in the rigidity of his jaw.

‘What happened to you?’ she asked.

‘Nothing I want to talk to you about.’ He got up and dumped his coffee mug in the sink.

She stood up too and followed him over to the sink, putting her mug next to his and standing a little closer than was absolutely necessary, just to see if she could get another rise out of him. She was having some trouble holding her nerve in the face of his steely resistance, but there was no way she was backing down from it.

Looking up into his face, she gave him a wry smile. ‘Women, huh? We’re nothing but a bunch of harpies and hangers-on.’

The corner of his mouth twitched—she was sure of it.

Score.

‘What are you afraid of?’ she asked, putting her hand on his arm and feeling his tricep tense.

‘I’m not afraid of anything. I just prefer to get to know someone before I have sex with them. It’s a matter of principle.’

She gave a mock teasing pout. ‘Damn your principles.’

He fixed her with a long, hard stare that made her quiver inside.

‘I’m sure you’ll be able to control yourself. And, while we’re discussing it, I want you to agree not to get involved with anyone else while we’re doing this thing.’

‘What?’