Sharon Kendrik - His Baby!

He was due back from the States for a short holiday and his mother had decided to throw a summer ball in his honour at Hamilton House. Since he’d gone to live in New York after graduating his visits had been few and far between and they’d all missed him terribly, Daisy especially.

She was over the moon with excitement. Her first ball, and, much more importantly, Matt was to be there . . .

She was in a real panic about what to wear, and eventually her mother sewed her a dress, made from an old ballgown of her own. Her first really grownup dress.

Daisy twirled around in front of the mirror, admiring the pale blue gauzy voile of the skirt which floated over a stiffened petticoat down to her slim ankles. The bodice of the dress was in the same silvery blue, but made of satin, and it was strapless and clung to the faint swell of her burgeoning breasts. It wasn’t a particularly fashionable dress, but she loved it.

The strappy silver sandals were borrowed from a schoolfriend and her hair swung neatly to her small chin in a glossy bob, two boot-lace strands of silver ribbon catching it up at the sides so that it didn’t fall all over her face. She wore a lick of mascara which emphasised the dark lashes which framed her hazel eyes, and a brush of gloss on her lips. For a girl who had never dressed up she felt like Cinderella as she waited for Matt to arrive.

But Matt was late; he phoned from the airport to say that his flight was delayed, and Daisy, who’d been hovering by the door waiting for him, took the call, her heart plummeting with disappointment when she heard his words.

‘I’ll try and be there by ten,’ he promised.

She looked up at the grandfather clock in the hall, biting her lip as she did so. Ten! But that was nearly two hours away!

She tried to make the time go faster. She ate some salmon and then some strawberries and cream which she didn’t really want. She drank one glass of champagne, danced with all kinds of young men she had no desire to dance with, and all the time her gaze darted anxiously to the door, just waiting for the moment when Matt would appear, and he would see her and . . .

Well, she wasn’t sure what would happen then, because in her innocently youthful fantasies she had never got beyond that particular moment when his eyes would light up with delighted fascination as he saw just how much she’d grown up . . .

As it happened, he arrived without her seeing him. She was at the far end of the room when she heard a split second’s silence, followed by a buzz of excitement, and Daisy turned around to see the tall, elegant figure in a superbly cut dinner jacket which emphasised the breadth of his shoulders, the light from the chandeliers setting the ruffled dark hair gleaming.

He must have sensed that someone was staring at him, because the brilliant grey eyes sought her out immediately, and they narrowed for a moment with an appreciative yet frowning intensity which for some reason made her skin come out in goose-bumps. She honestly thought that she might run the full length of the room and into his arms when something stopped her.

He wasn’t alone.

By his side stood the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. She looked astonishingly and disturbingly familiar, thought Daisy, frowning as she tried to think of when or where she’d seen her before.

The woman had a riot of shiny blue-black curls snaking exotically all the way down her back, and eyes which were greener than an avocado. Her unbelievably tiny-hipped body was clothed in a long, tight sheath of emerald sequins, so that she resembled some fresh and slim blade of grass. The dress was completely backless and slit on both sides right up to the woman’s thighs, leaving no one in the ballroom in any doubt that she had the most superb body that most men would ever see in a lifetime.

Daisy heard a shocked choke from behind her as one of the guests almost spat his champagne out to exclaim, ‘Good grief! Trust Matt Hamilton to have all the blasted luck! That’s Patti Page with him, isn’t it?’

Daisy stared even more and so did everyone else in the room, drawn to that startling, exotic beauty like moths to a light bulb. No wonder the woman had looked so familiar, but also no wonder Daisy had failed to recognise her. Because you didn’t expect to see a world-famous rock singer attending what was simply a provincial summer ball!

Matt began to move forward, introducing the beauty on his arm to all and sundry, and Daisy turned away and stumbled out onto the moonlit terrace, knowing that the overwhelming disappointment she felt was totally unreasonable, but unable to shake it off all the same.

He was twenty-seven , for heaven’s sake, and she was seventeen. He lived and worked in New York, and she was at the local school. He was a sophisticated, successful man of the world who had always had legions of women clamouring for his attention, and she had never even had a single boyfriend. So what had she been expecting? That Matt would take one look at her in her finery tonight and then tell her dramatically that he would wait for her, for just as long as it took?

‘Hello, Daisy,’ came a deep, familiar voice, and Daisy whirled round to stare longingly up at that magnificent face.

‘H-hello, Matt,’ she stumbled.

‘You’re looking very beautiful tonight,’ he said gravely as the grey eyes slowly looked her up and down. ‘Although I expect that a lot of people have already told you that.’

No one else who mattered, she thought. ‘Wh-where’s—your girlfriend?’ she managed, and in all the best fantasies Matt would have said, with a frown, ‘My girlfriend? Oh, Patti’s not my girlfriend —she’s going out with my best friend/colleague/the man I met on the plane ... ’

The trouble was that he didn’t say any of those things. ‘Patti?’ He smiled, and Daisy was old enough to recognise the speculative sexual glint which came into his eyes. He’s sleeping with her, she recognised, with a pain that kicked her in the stomach with the force of a sledgehammer.

‘Oh, Patti’s gone to repair her make-up. That generally takes something in the region of half an hour, so I just thought I’d come and steal a dance with you while I was waiting.’

He didn’t even give her a chance to say no, although afterwards she wished he had. Because one moment in Matt’s arms was enough to give her a taste of a forbidden paradise, and she knew that she would never be quite the same again.

Just for that one dance, Daisy closed her eyes and let herself go, drifting with him in time to the music and letting her feelings guide her rather than her judgement. She melted into his embrace, entwined her arms around his neck as though it was the most natural thing in the world. And she found that her body was drawn so sinuously close to his that it was difficult for her to breathe.

She could feel him stiffen with a sudden tension, and she was tightening her arms ecstatically around his neck when she heard him say, very abruptly, ‘Easy, Daisy. Easy,’ he repeated, frowning, a glimmer of surprise and remonstration in his voice as he loosened his hands, which had been holding her waist. And then the spell was broken.

‘Matt?’ It was a drawled, sexy American accent, and Matt and Daisy drew apart to find the green goddess standing next to them, scrutinising them with those magnificent avocado eyes. ‘My, my, Matt,’ came her acidly amused comment. ‘What’s this—cradle-snatching? She’s just a little young for you, isn’t she, honey?’

Matt laughed easily and let Daisy go, taking hold of the American woman’s strong, slim hand and lifting it briefly to his mouth. The gesture stabbed at Daisy’s heart like a stiletto. ‘This is Daisy,’ he smiled, ‘whom I’ve known since she was a little girl—she’s my honorary sister, aren’t you, Daisy?’