All of which Emma knew.She had obviously drawn her own conclusions about Helena's motives for her uncharacteristic behaviour the previous evening. Conclusions that Bryan, if he learnt of that clause in her grandfather’s will, would no doubt also draw.Emma was right. It didn’t matter what she personally thought of Helena's behaviour the previous evening; it was what Bryan believed that was going to be important…‘Your mother told me I would find you out here.’Helena almost fell over the bucket of feed she had given her horse while she rubbed him down after her morning ride as she heard the grimness of Bryan Smith’s voice just behind her.Bryan was here—at her parents’ home in Gloucestershire?Helena's movements were measured, carefully precise, as she placed the brush down on the straw before straightening to rub her wet hands nervously down the thighs of her jeans and then slowly turn to face Bryan. A Bryan who looked as grim-faced as his tone had implied he was going to be.There
He would too, Helena acknowledged heavily. Even Jet’s restless movements, the stamping of his hooves, wouldn’t deter Bryan if he decided to come in and get her.‘Fine—I’ll walk you back to your car,’ she snapped, giving Jet one last reassuring pat before moving to the stall door. ‘But I really don’t have anything else to say about last Saturday,’ she told him as she let herself out into the yard.It was busy at this time of the day, all the stable lads and girls having returned from their early-morning canter and now rubbing down and feeding their mounts. Their chatter and laughter was at complete odds with the feeling of rapidly increasing doom that held Helena in its grip.‘Emma told me these are your father’s stables,’ Bryan remarked evenly as the two of them left the busy yard and walked in the direction of the huge manor house.Helena eyed him warily. ‘Yes.’&l
Helena winced. It did make things a little awkward, she had to admit, and it was certainly not something that she and Emma would ever be able to laugh about. But surely the awkwardness of the situation was for the two women to work out, not Bryan?‘Hello, there!’Helena flinched as she easily recognised her grandfather’s strident tones, turning slowly to watch him as he strolled down the front steps of Whitelemon Hall.Still tall and erect, his bearing military even though he had retired from the army over twenty years ago, Helenael Boschhad a full head of iron-grey hair and a neatly trimmed moustache. His clothes—a checked jacket over a twill shirt worn with brown corduroys—added to his ‘country squire’ image.‘We’ve been waiting for you to bring your visitor up to the house, Helena,’ he reproved as he joined them in the driveway.Introducing Bryan to any of her family—least of all her tactlessly outspoken grandfather—was not something Helena wanted to do. But in the circumstances it
Bryan became very still as he looked down at her with hooded eyes. ‘Are you threatening me, Helena?’She gave another shake of her head, her smile as humourless as the one he had given her seconds ago. ‘I’m trying to warn you. The Botchs, although you haven’t yet had the chance to witness it, are your typical twenty-first-century dysfunctional family.’Bryan’s mouth quirked. ‘In what way?’‘In every way,’ Helena said impatiently, knowing he wasn’t taking this conversation seriously at all. ‘My mother runs the house and gardens with grace and style. My father is a very successful trainer of racehorses—’‘And you, Helena?’ Bryan taunted. ‘Emma tells me that you are a very successful interior designer.’‘So they say,’ Helena confirmed, choosing to take his words at face value and ignore the sarcasm. ‘But the truth of the matter is that my mother and father do not own Whitelemon Hall and the stables; my grandfather does. And it is something that he never lets his son and daughter-in-law,
Wanted to feel her naked beneath him as he plunged deep inside her, as his hardness stroked rhythmically against her arousal. Wanted to once again feel her heat, her passion, as she convulsed around him in ecstasy.How could Helena even think of denying them that pleasure—?Helena wrenched her mouth away from Bryan’s to look up at him with dark, slightly bruised-looking green eyes, her breathing ragged as she pushed against his chest to be released.‘Let me go, Bryan,’ she told him shakily as he still held her tightly against him. ‘Let me go now!’ she repeated fiercely, her eyes glittering angrily.He blinked once at her vehemence before narrowing his gaze questioningly. His arms slowly fell back to his sides to allow Helena to step back.She was trembling, shaking—more shaken, more aroused than she could ever allow Bryan to know.God knew what would have happened if they hadn’t been standing on a public London street! Her jaw tightened and she looked up at him challengingly. ‘What wa
Wanted to feel her naked beneath him as he plunged deep inside her, as his hardness stroked rhythmically against her arousal. Wanted to once again feel her heat, her passion, as she convulsed around him in ecstasy.How could Helena even think of denying them that pleasure—?Helena wrenched her mouth away from Bryan’s to look up at him with dark, slightly bruised-looking green eyes, her breathing ragged as she pushed against his chest to be released.‘Let me go, Bryan,’ she told him shakily as he still held her tightly against him. ‘Let me go now!’ she repeated fiercely, her eyes glittering angrily.He blinked once at her vehemence before narrowing his gaze questioningly. His arms slowly fell back to his sides to allow Helena to step back.She was trembling, shaking—more shaken, more aroused than she could ever allow Bryan to know.God knew what would have happened if they hadn’t been standing on a public London street! Her jaw tightened and she looked up at him challengingly. ‘What was
‘Helena?’ he prompted impatiently, when she did not even respond to the deliberate provocation of his remark.It was three and a half weeks since he had last seen her. Three and a half weeks during which he had not forgotten a single thing about her or the evening they had made love so beautifully. Three and a half weeks during which he had longed to return to London, but forced himself not to do so to give Helena time. Time, he had hoped, to discover she wanted him as much as he still wanted her.When Melina had told him Helena was here, waiting outside to see him, Bryan had believed that to be the case and had been filled with expectation. But Helena's behaviour since entering the room—her silence, the fact that she had barely glanced at him before moving to stand in front of the window with her back towards him—did not fill him with the same confidence.But by the same token, she could have not have flown to Venice, sought him out at his office, without good reason…She was dressed
Even once she had realised she had missed a period she had dismissed the idea that she might be pregnant as ridiculous; surely it was an old wives’ tale that it only took the once?Apparently it wasn’t!Not convinced by the first test she had done, Helena had used the second test in the box. That had shown a positive result too. Still hopeful that she might have got a faulty testing kit, she had made an emergency appointment to see her doctor, at which point he had calmly and kindly explained to her that neither of the tests was faulty, that she was indeed in the early stages of pregnancy.Which was when complete panic had set in!No doubt her grandfather would be thrilled by the news, but Helena's first instinct had been to run. Her second and third instinct too! As fast and as far from Bryan as she could possibly go.But she had very quickly realised the futility of doing that. She couldn’t just disappear, any more than she could carry on running for ever—and certainly not once the