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Being Yours BOOK 4
'You know what kids are,' he went on evenly.Yes, she knew. 'But why?' Remembering her thoughts of a moment ago, she glanced again at the little figure on the desk. 'I can see now that you do look Malian in some ways . . .''Peule,' he put in absently.Amy stared at him in bewilderment. 'Pearl? What on earth . . .''Or Fulani. It's the name of our particular African race.''I see.' She nodded sideways at the statue. 'Like that?''That's a stylized version of how a lot of us look, yes.''But not you, or only in -' she paused, looking for the right phrase - 'in sort of secondary ways. And you're no darker than many Europeans,' she added, remembering what he had just told her, 'so why Darky?''My father came to visit me once, early on.''And?''He's ... he was,' Paul corrected himself, 'much darker than me.''Little beasts. And Owen?' she asked. 'Inky?''From the day he started, he was Chinky.'Amy silently contemplated the boundless cruelty of children.'So we got together and worked ou
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For a long time they lay like that without speaking. Then he shifted his weight off her and lay beside her, still close, still without speaking, and raised himself on one elbow. She put a finger on the hard, wonderful curve of his shoulder, and traced a line down to the swell of his biceps, which moved and rippled as his hand played some delightful game with her navel.'I thought you didn't like me,' she said at last.His hand stole from her navel to her breasts. 'I . . . like you very much.''I thought after you met Robert . . .''Amy, darling, living is making mistakes. I've made them too.''With women?'He didn't answer, but his hand left her breasts and pushed her damp hair away from her face.'Grand'mere,' Amy said, 'told me to ask you about someone called Carol.'He turned abruptly away from her and sat up against the old-fashioned mahogany bedhead. 'She was nobody. It was a long time ago.'Amy lay back, staring up at his straight, strong profile. Something had happened to her i
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'So you won't make it?''I will. Luckily this lot were blank, or it would be more complicated.' She gestured uncertainly down at the phone. 'I hope you don't mind . . .''Of course not.''Thank you,' she said, meaning it. 'I've been ringing round the staff, finding who's got blanks to spare.''And?''Sue Norman at Faversham has, and Jane Gordon at Whitstable, and Dennis Hirst at Grove Ferry.' She paused, working out the best way to make the journey. 'If I drive to Faversham first, then to Whitstable, then to Grove Ferry . . .''That's some drive. Can I do any of it for you?'Amy shook her head. 'Thanks, but there's still my place to be checked.' She paused and glanced up at him, accepting that his day as well as hers had been wrecked. 'Would you mind going to Stribble on your own again?'She could have wept for their bright plans. She had so much looked forward to the time when, reports safely written and packed away, she would go back to her cottage with Paul late in the morning. The
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So he's up there, she thought, whoever he is, and wanting the place dark so as to get away without being seen.She tried the lights a third time. Nothing happened; she presumed that whoever was in the lighting booth had turned off the master switch. From now on, the studio would stay dark.How huge it felt, a whole lightless world of space. Somewhere in the vast limbo she heard a quiet click which must be the lighting booth door opening. Then came a patter of feet on the steps, and with them a weird rustling and slithering like the movements of a giant snake. The smell of mothballs and linseed oil and vinegar was suddenly overwhelming.The coat, Amy thought. He has Paul's coat.The pattering and the slithering went on, coming lower and nearer while adrenalin-fuelled ideas zigzagged across her mind like lightning flashes. She must get some light in here somehow. Apart from this main entrance where she stood, the studio had several other ways out, she must get a look at this person befo
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Debby gave her a timid, grateful smile. 'But then Col says it ain't fair to Jim, an' then Jim's 'urt, an' then Jill Gann next door . . .''Jill?' Amy had a brief vision of the lanky thirteen-year-old who last Monday in the drama room had eaten the crisps which were her entire lunch. 'How is she?' Amy asked, knowing now that the poor child had to eat for two.Debby shrugged. 'All right.' As well as can be expected, she meant. 'She memorized your address from a envelope you threw away.''Why did she do that?''She thought she'd write to you if she got desperate.' Debby's forefinger drew sunwise patterns on the black shine of the table. 'Seeing you're a soft touch . . .''A what}' Outraged, Amy jerked upright in her chair. 'I am no such thing!' She turned on Paul. 'What are you smiling at?''Nothing. Maybe,' he told Debby, 'you could have put that a bit more tactfully.'The girl stared back at him, out of her depth. 'Miss gave Jill a pound . . .''She was hungry,' Amy said.'She spent it
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He didn’t like her. One look told Lynne Castle that her hope for this company’s sponsorship during her articling year was about to be shot right out of the sky because Cliff Foreman, the junior partner, had taken an instant dislike to her. He stood there, tall, with an olive complexion, dark curly hair, and eyes a shade of brown verging on black, and glared at her from behind his affable partner, Grant Simpkins. Mr Simpkins, somewhere in his fifties, with a round, cherubic face and a few strands of ginger hair combed carefully across his © bald spot, smiled warmly at her. “Take a seat, Miss Castle,’ he said, waving her to a chair then sinking back into his own, which creaked. His partner remained standing, leaning against the wall, arms folded, one ankle crossed over the other, body language saying, Keep away from me. ‘Cliff here and I have both read your résumé, and are impressed with the grades you’ve maintained. We did notice, though, that it took you nearly six years to attain y
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On Monday morning, Cliff heard her laughter before he saw her and his head snapped back with enough force to jar him. The joyful sound of that laughter sliced into him, and, though he’d never heard her laugh before, he knew exactly who was in the corridor. Even his second of advance warning wasn’t enough to prepare him adequately. Grant, entering after a brief knock, ushered her in, beaming as if he’d personally followed the rainbow and located the pot of gold. ‘Look who’s joining us after all,’ he said to Cliff. Cliff rose to his feet. ‘Miss Castle,’ he said, wishing his voice had sounded stronger, hoping its ragged edge hadn’t given away the strength o the jolt the sight of her had produced. How could merely looking at her make him dizzy? Dammit, it hadn’t. His immediate and potent response to this woman ... woman? — hell, she was scarcely deserving of the term — this girl, could be put down to his having stood too abruptly, or having overslept and missed breakfast. It had nothi
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“It's going to be great, guys!’ Lynne flopped back on her motel room bed following her first day at work. Her brother and sister-in-law, each of whom was on an extension phone in their home, tried to speak at once, but Lynne cut them off. ‘After I accepted the job, I had lunch with the junior partner, then spent the rest of the day getting my office organized.’ She laughed. “Though “‘office’”’ is something of an exaggeration, I have to admit. There’s room for a small desk, a computer, a visitor’s chair, and me and not much else. But at least it has a window.’ ‘With a view?’ Ann asked. In the background Lynne heard baby Mandy fussing. ‘A view of a perfectly gorgeous gray concrete wall,’ Lynne said. ‘I’m hoping some enterprising artist will paint a beautiful scene on it, but I’m not holding my breath.’ She laughed. ‘Even some graffiti would be an improvement, but unless it was so innocuous as to be totally uninteresting, I’m sure Cliff Foreman would personally paint over it. He’s as
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George Dixon watched the large crocodile of people emerge from the intermediary house by the east wall.As the owner of fifteen per cent of the Orchid House, he’d been asked to attend the full day’s festivities, of course, but he’d only just decided to put in an appearance.It was three-fifteen p.m.The extra waiters and waitresses hired for the lunch had been circulating in the grounds all afternoon, laden with trays of champagne, fruit juice and little nibbles. He hijacked a waiter and grabbed a glass of cold Moet et Chandon and a few smoked salmon pastries that melted in the mouth.He was lounging against the fountain that was the centre-piece of the outer grounds. Round, made of stone, and full of fish and water-lilies, it shot a fountain of water nearly thirty feet into the air.It was cooler there.George didn’t much like the heat. He was a small but very fat man, with a round belly and short, stocky legs. He could only imagine what the heat must be like inside the hot-houses.G
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King Koki’Hana reached the end of the welcoming line, and finally shook hands with the last person to be presented - a tall, thin Portuguese man, whom Electra had introduced as their head groundsman. It was his job to keep the gardens outside the glasshouses looking good.Koki’Hana quite liked meeting the people who made businesses tick. Oahu, like all the islands, was a large ethnic mix of people - Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Filipino, Polynesians, Portuguese and American. Here at the Orchid House, he was pleased to see that Electra Stapleton’s only criterion for picking her staff was their having the right qualifications for the job. He operated a similar policy where his own business affairs were concerned.‘Well, Alii Koki’Hana, I’m sure you can see now why the Orchid House is such a success,’ Electra said quietly. ‘My staff are simply the best in the world.’ She said with it quiet pride but total sincerity.King Koki’Hana nodded. ‘So I see. And you are rapidly expanding, I underst
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Bevis expertly aligned the small light aircraft with the portable runway lights Electra had lit ten minutes ago, and lightly touched down. He taxied neatly to the end of the runway, turned, and then parked the plane near a stand of hua trees, where it was partially hidden.He went through his checklist, making sure all the systems were shut down, then locked the cockpit, grabbed his overnight bag, and jumped lithely to the ground.At thirty-eight, he looked a good ten years younger, and still retained the well-built but fat-free body that would be the envy of many men his age. His short hair was still as dark as a raven’s wing, with not a hint of grey at the temples.He gathered up the landing lights, turning them off as he went, and stowed them away in their small wooden shed, hidden in the small copse of trees, padlocking the door after him.During the short walk to Electra’s luxurious bungalow, ‘Makai Hale’, he ran a tired hand through his hair. It was good to have a break from the
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Electra stroked the damp copper hair off his forehead and looked around desperately. There was only the diminishing storm, darkness and fear. She couldn’t move him - she wasn’t strong enough to get him into her car. Besides., she didn’t know if she should move him, and wished she knew more basic First Aid.She felt as if she’d been cradling the stranger in her arms forever, but it had actually been less than five minutes since the lightning strike.The rain had been gradually dwindling, and now had stopped altogether, but she could still hear the distant rumble of thunder, away to the east, as the storm headed out to sea.Suddenly another sound began to impinge on her mind, and she looked up hopefully as a small set of lights dipped and disappeared in the distance.A car! At last!Coming from the same direction as she had been. Somewhat belatedly, she realized her own car was still blocking the road, and she carefully lowered the stranger’s head to the ground and got to her feet.Her
Being Yours BOOK 9
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Being Yours BOOK 9
Electra Stapleton turned the last page of the contract she was reading, and initialled it in the right-hand corner. She’d made a few important changes, and she made a mental note to herself to get one of her lawyers to draw up a revised draft.Not that Nationwide Flowers Inc. would complain. She’d given them all they wanted, but had cleverly slipped in a few little goodies that would be beneficial to the Orchid House too.For instance, ensuring that their chain of florists used one of the Orchid House’s flowered wrapping sheets whenever they sold one of their orchids. The free publicity that would generate would save her hundreds of thousands of dollars. And cost Nationwide Flowers not a penny.She was a bit worried about the shipment date, though; it was rather tight. She reached for her computer keyboard and punched up the details on the company’s regular transporters. Before she’d taken over, the Orchid House had had only one - a privately owned aeroplane company that had shipped a
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Haldane Fox glanced up as the oddly melodious 4 ping 5 echoed around the cabin.‘Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. We are now beginning our descent to Honolulu Airport. Please observe the “No Smoking” signs, and “Fasten Seat-belts” signs. Your cabin crew will be around to help anyone having difficulty with their belts. I trust you enjoyed your flight with us, and wish you all a pleasant stay on Oahu. Aloha'Haldane sighed wearily and reached for his seatbelt. It had been a long flight, from London to New York for a short stopover, then on to LA for yet another stopover before the long haul across the mighty Pacific Ocean to the fabled Hawaiian Islands.He yawned widely, trying to shrug off the fast-approaching affects of the dreaded jet-lag.A stewardess, the same one who’d been serving him throughout the flight across the pacific, lingered by the side of his seat.‘Everything alright, sir?’The soft voice made him spin his head and look up. The stewardess’s smile caught in her th
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By the time they arrived at the hotel, the security gate had been forced open, and a fire engine and two police cars were in the parking area. Apart from the fact that the firemen had broken down the main door, to all other outward appearances the Alcaszar appeared to be untouched. It wasn’t enough to stop Matt from leaping from the car and running across to the main doors where a group of firemen was standing, though.By the time Alex joined them, however, he appeared to be calm. “It’s only damaged the courtyard,” he told her. “Apparently it started among the wood that was stacked there, probably caused by a careless cigarette butt. They say it’s probably been smoldering for hours.”From the tone of his voice Alex knew immediately that he didn’t believe it was accidental but that he wasn’t prepared to talk to the police about his suspicions. She glanced up at him. His eyes had darkened to the steely gray that she now knew from experience was a sign that he was very angry. She took hi
