Katie Oliver - The Trouble With Emma

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There’s a fine line between matchmaking and meddling…Stuck in a boring job, living at home with her parents and without even a glimmer of romance on the horizon, Emma Bennet’s life isn’t turning out how she planned. And since hit reality show Mind Your Manors started being filmed at the Bennet household, she’s felt more like a spare part than ever.Matchmaking her assistant, Martine, is just the distraction Emma needs – and, whether Martine likes it or not, Emma is determined to see her coupled up before long! But when she meets Mark Knightley, the genius behind Mind Your Manors, Emma finds her own heart on the line...Mark is everything Emma isn’t: quiet, reserved…and forever minding his own business! And suddenly, Emma is determined to prove to Mark that she’s ready to stop thinking about other people’s love lives – and focus on her own.Look out for more in The Jane Austen Factor series:1. What Would Lizzy Bennet Do?2. The Trouble with Emma3. Who Needs Mr Willougby?What reviewers are saying about Katie Oliver‘…delightful story filled with lots of twists, turns and obstacles along the way.’ – Splashes into Books on And the Bride Wore Prada‘a quick and fantastic read that I couldn't stop myself from turning pages. Katie's writing is fresh, witty and so charming.’ – Chick Lit Club on  Love and Liability‘Prada and Prejudice isn’t just a book, it is an adventure.’ – Elder Park Book Reviews‘Katie Oliver has written a fun and lovely novel for modern day Jane Austen fans.’ – Good Books and a Cup of Tea on And the Bride Wore Prada

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You’re not being fair , she scolded herself. You don’t even know Isabella . You’re just – admit it! – a tiny bit jealous. Still – there was something about the girl, a vague air of secretiveness that struck her straight away.

Isabella Fairfax was keeping something back, she was sure of it.

Elton finished his wee, and they resumed their walk. The shop windows boasted ‘end-of-season SALE’ and ‘half off!’ signs as the swimsuits and beach totes, the cheap plastic sunglasses and flip-flops were cleared out to make way for the autumn inventory. It wouldn’t be long before the first chill invaded the air and leaves rimed with frost crunched beneath their feet.

But for now, the sun was warm and the sky was blue and cloudless – it was a perfect late-summer day by the sea.

Almost as if she were drawn to it, Emma found herself once again standing at the far end of Mulberry Street, gazing up at Crossley Hall. The workmen were already up there; she could hear the sound of band saws and nail guns, hammering, and the faint strains of Radio 1 coming from someone’s portable Roberts.

“What do you say we go up and have a closer look, Mr E?” Emma asked, and glanced down at the pug. He wagged his curly tail enthusiastically in answer.

She set off with the dog up the hill, until, a short time later, they arrived in front of the Hall. The gates were firmly shut. Emma peered through and gazed up at the house, curious to see more; but the tall windows looked down on her, revealing nothing of their secrets, and the shrubbery and hedges prevented her seeing anything of interest.

Her hand closed over one of the palings as she – gingerly – tried to push the gate open. But it didn’t budge.

“Oh, well, Elton,” she said, and turned away, “our curiosity will have to wait. It’s time we headed back home.”

But the dog planted his paws firmly on the pavement and refused to move. A low, menacing growl emanated from his throat and his eyes were fixed on something he saw on the other side of the gate. Every hair bristled.

Emma followed his gaze. “It’s only a squirrel, you silly boy. Come on.”

She tugged gently at the lead, but Elton didn’t budge. He wanted that squirrel.

“Come on, Mr E,” she said again, and tugged at his lead a bit more firmly. “You can’t go in there. Let’s go home.”

But he strained and barked as the squirrel darted across the drive and away through the grass, nearly yanking Emma’s arm from its socket as he lunged forward at the gate.

Suddenly, to Emma’s horror, the lead went slack. The dog got loose and, before she could stop him, wriggled his way through the gate and up the drive. In a flash he was gone.

“Elton!” she cried.

The lead’s a little wonky. Sometimes the clip comes loose.

That’s what Charli had said, Emma remembered, the day she’d brought the dog home to Litchfield Manor.

She gripped the iron palings of the gate now and shouted, “Hello? Is anyone there? My dog’s got through the gate! Can someone help me, please? Hello!”

But there was no answer. Of course there wouldn’t be, she realised with a sinking heart; the whine of saws and banging of hammers, and the drone of a tractor somewhere behind the house all served to drown her voice out.

Emma stepped back and eyed the hedgerows and ivy-choked stone wall that surrounded the property with misgivings. There was only one thing to do.

She walked along the length of the wall until she found a likely spot, ignoring the ‘NO TRESPASSING’ signs posted at regular intervals, and reached out to brush the ivy aside and gripped the rough stones for a foothold.

With a deep breath and a silent prayer that a pack of vicious guard dogs didn’t wait on the other side of the wall to tear her apart, Emma climbed up, balanced precariously on the top for a moment, then dropped down over the other side, and onto the grounds of Crossley Hall.

Chapter 11

The minute her feet hit the ground, Emma lost her balance and fell backwards, arms cartwheeling as she landed in a patch of mud and brambles. She got to her feet and looked at her scratched, mud-smeared legs and clothing in disgust.

“Bloody dog,” she muttered. “Bloody Charli!”

Although she longed to wipe the mud away, doing so would only make matters worse, so she gritted her teeth and turned round to survey the tangle of grass and shrubbery stretching away before her.

“Elton!” she shouted. “Elton, where are you?”

There was no sign of the pug. Not a rustle, not a crackling twig, nothing gave his location away. How, she thought darkly, could such a tiny dog be such a colossal pain in the arse?

Emma blundered forward for some minutes, muttering and cursing and calling out the dog’s name, until she paused for breath. Where in God’s name was he? He couldn’t have gone far. She must be in the garden, she realised, as the house was nowhere to be seen in this thicket of greenery.

“Mr Elton!” she snapped. “You little beast! Where are you?”

She forged ahead, and found herself on a path. Gravel crunched under her feet. The shrubbery had thinned somewhat, and she could make out flowerbeds on either side of the path. Bags of mulch were stacked under a greengage tree.

With a grunt, Emma ran straight into a wall. But as the wall reached out and gripped her by the shoulders, she realised she’d run smack into a person, not a wall. She blinked.

It was a man. The man from the bakery shop…

“You!” she said, her tone vaguely accusatory.

“Yes, me.” He regarded her in bemusement. “I’m not Mr Elton, obviously. Suppose I’m rather glad; it’s less than flattering, answering to ‘little beast’, isn’t it?”

Today he wore jeans, and a white knit polo shirt that did nothing to hide his nicely defined chest.

She looked down at her own muddy, scratched legs and back up at him. Embarrassment warmed her cheeks. “Elton is my dog,” she said. “My sister’s dog, that is. He got loose from his lead and squeezed in through the front gates, and I can’t seem to find him.”

“He’s probably with one of the workmen,” he remarked, “being fed quantities of Wotsits and beef jerky even as we speak.” He thrust out his hand. “James Churchill.”

“Emma Bennet.” She placed her hand in his and it was immediately swallowed up in his brief but firm grip.

“I remember you,” he added. “You sold me a dozen doughnuts yesterday,” he told her. “I understand they were quite good.”

She was surprised he remembered. “You understand –? Didn’t you try one for yourself?”

“No, I bought them for the crew.” He indicated several work vans, parked nearby and just visible through the foliage. “I should’ve got two dozen, though. Bloody hell but those men can eat.”

Emma managed a smile despite her discomfiture. “I won’t keep you, then. I need to find Elton before he wees on a priceless statue or something.”

He laughed. “Sorry, but I have no statues, priceless or otherwise, to be weed on.” He glanced at the tangle of tree limbs and hedges and sighed. “Just a lot of rubbish to be cleared off, inside and out.”

“Well, I’ll leave you to it and be on my way, Mr Churchill, just as soon as I find my dog.”

“James, please, and I’ll go with you,” he said, and motioned her to follow him. “I think I know just where he might be.”

Curious, Emma followed him down the path until the trees and brush thinned out around them and they arrived at a clearing. A lawn, green and recently mowed, stretched away behind the house. From their vantage point atop the hill, Longbourne Bay was visible.

“Oh, how lovely!” she exclaimed, and stepped forward to admire the view. “I’ve never been up here before. I’d no idea you could see the bay from this point.” She watched as a sailboat, white against blue, skimmed through the waves.

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