Carole Mortimer - A Man To Marry

‘Me?’ she squeaked, at once realising how ridiculous the question sounded. And unsophisticated. As if men didn’t very often invite her out to dinner. But then, that was true…

To make matters worse, Caleb laughed at her obvious surprise! Admittedly that laugh greatly improved his looks, dispelling the arctic chill from his eyes, and his teeth very white and even, dimples very similar to Adam’s now visible beside his mouth. Although on a man in his late thirties they were probably called laughter lines, Cat conceded wryly.

‘Sorry.’ He sobered slowly, lips still quirked with humour. ‘It just wasn’t the usual reaction I get to a dinner invitation!’

She could well imagine that it wasn’t! But, considering he had been a married man until six months ago, how many of these sort of invitations had he made lately?

‘I’m just surprised I’m the person you’re asking out to dinner,’ she told him with her usual blunt honesty.

He raised one dark brow, lifting Adam down from the swing, the three of them walking back to the house now. ‘As opposed to…?’

‘Anyone!’ She grimaced; they had seemed to antagonise each other from the word go!

Caleb chuckled softly. ‘I like your honesty, Cat. One thing I can’t stand in a woman is pretence,’ he explained, a touch of bitterness in his voice now.

She gave him a searching look, but there was nothing to be read from his expression. Not that she had thought there would be. In his field of architectural history, Caleb was—quite literally!—an open book, as she had discovered at the library earlier this evening. As a father he was obviously caring and loving. But as a man—! Caleb Reynolds, the man, was an enigma. And not least because of his invitation to her!

She drew in a deep breath. ‘In that case—’

‘I saw the library books on the table in the hallway,’ he put in quickly. ‘Kate tells me they’re yours?’

He knew damn well that she, with her ‘honesty’, had been about to turn down his dinner invitation! But by mentioning those books in the hallway he had put her in a defensive position. Architecture, especially the history of it, held no interest for her whatsoever, but she hadn’t been able to resist borrowing two books by Caleb that she had found on the library shelves, intending to flick through them later this evening, curious in spite of herself. But she hadn’t expected their author to see them and pass comment!

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