Emma Richmond - One Bride Required!

‘Yes,’ she agreed. ‘I’ll call in to the garage.’

‘And you’ll come back tomorrow?’

Breathing shallow, tension in every line of her, she shook her head. ‘I don’t know. I don’t know,’ she emphasised agitatedly. ‘Don’t push me. Please don’t do that.’

‘All right.’

She gave a perfunctory smile that seemed aimed at the hedge, and climbed into her car.

Quietly closing the car door, he watched her reverse erratically out into the lane and drive away.

A cold shower? he wondered in grim amusement. Except he didn’t have a shower. There was running water in the antiquated bathroom, but the bath looked as though it had been used for dipping sheep. And he wanted her. Couldn’t believe how much he wanted her. Better start practising self-restraint; my friend.

Face showing nothing of his feelings, he returned inside. And if she didn’t come back tomorrow he would go and find her.

He could understand her wariness—but her fear? What was it about him that frightened her so? A new experience for him, he thought wryly, to be unsure of something. Extremely patient when he needed to be, with women he had never needed to be. And that spoiled it. He didn’t really know why women found him so attractive, unless it was his money, he thought cynically. Chrissie had said it was his watchful silences that females found intriguing. But then, Chrissie had said a lot of things.

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