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that one, and Gavin was so upset well, he would be, wouldn't he? It was all
his fault, but then he and his father have always quarrelled like dog and cat.'
She gave Donna a rueful smile.
Thoughtfully, Donna asked, 'How did Gavin cause my father's attack?'
'I shouldn't have spoken out of turn, it's not my business,' said Mrs Eyre,
looking agitated. 'It was just another of their arguments. Your father
collapsed and was whisked off to hospital and Gavin didn't eat a thing for
days. He's one of those who brood over everything, isn't he? A funny boy,
he always was.'
Donna went up to her room, frowning. Was that why Gavin hadn't told her
about their father's weak heart?
Guilt? A reluctance to talk about something he secretly felt he had caused?
She looked into his room, but it was empty, the door wide open and no sign
of her brother. When had he got up? She turned back to ask Mrs Eyre where
he was, but at that moment Brodie came out of his own room.
'Oh, you're back early,' she said stupidly, feeling her heart flip over. He had
been gone by the time she got up that morning, and she had been expecting
him back much later. She knew that office hours ended at five- thirty, and
even if he left on time which, being Brodie, he rarely did she had
worked out that it would take him several hours, at least, to get back here
from the city during the rush hour.
'I left after lunch with a client,' he said. 'I'd managed to get through the
backlog on my desk by midday, went off to lunch, then drove back to have a
word with Gavin.'
'Where is he?'
'Oh, he's gone,' Brodie said coolly, walking back into his own room.
Donna followed, startled. 'Gone? What do you mean gone?'
Brodie began unbuttoning his shirt. 'I'm just going to have a shower,' he
said. 'It was damned hot driving back from London.'
'Where's Gavin?' Donna insisted, too agitated to notice at first what Brodie
was doing.
'He's gone to the Midlands he'll be away for a couple of days.' Brodie
shrugged out of his shirt, and her nervous eyes flickered over his smooth,
muscled shoulders, the deep tanned chest, the rough curls of black hair
growing up the centre of it, and the flatmidriff. Brodie might work in an
office at a desk five days a week, but he had the powerful body of an athlete.
In the confined space of the bedroom Donna became intensely conscious of
that fact and backed towards the door and safety.
She swallowed an odd little lump in her throat. Her voice sounded rusty
when it finally came out. 'Why?'
Brodie put a hand to the zip of his trousers. 'Can we talk later? I'm dying for
that shower.'
Hot-cheeked, she spun on her heel and stood with her back to him, saying
crossly, 'Just tell me why Gavin has gone to the Midlands. I thought we'd
agreed that he wasn't to be left alone again until he saw this psychiatrist
friend of yours?'
She heard the zip slide and hurriedly moved even further away, until she
was actually in the doorway.
'Donna, you can't treat Gavin as if he were a child. If he's determined to
gamble, nothing you can do will stop him. But he isn't alone, as it happens.
One of our sales reps was going up to the Midlands this afternoon and Gavin
went with him. George is level-headed, he knows Gavin's problem and he'll
keep a fatherly eye on him. He has a son not much younger than Gavin. He
can deal with it.'
She heard him stepping out of his trousers, and was about to leave when
Brodie said, 'I've made an appointment for Gavin with a small private
glassworks if they like him, they might give him an apprenticeship. It's
mainly stained glass they make, but it isn't a factory, it's an honest-to-God
workshop, and he could learn far more there than he ever would at a
technical school.'
Donna began to turn, then remembered that he was probably naked, and
stopped, her face very flushed.
'That's very good of you, was Gavin thrilled?' she stammered.
She heard Brodie move and tensed as his voice came from right behind her.
'He seemed excited, and he jumped at the chance to leave with George. His
appointment is tomorrow morning and we'll know whether he's got the
apprenticeship by tomorrow night.'
'Oh, good,' she said, shakily, anxious to get away from him, but as she began
to walk off his hands caught her arms and held her back, pulling her against
him.
'What are you doing?' she burst out thickly, a tremor running through her.
His mouth moved against her nape, his breathing stirred her hair. 'Is that all
the thanks I get for going to so much trouble for your brother?'
'I thought you wanted a shower,' she muttered, fiercely aware of his thighs
leaning against the back of her legs.
'It can wait,' he said, his hands sliding down her arms and closing on her
waist, yet still holding her a prisoner.
'I've got a lot to do,' she protested, trying to break free.
His hands had wandered upwards, she felt his fingertips lightly brush her
breasts and that galvanised her into a real struggle. Brodie let her go and
laughed as she tore across the landing and slammed into her room.
She leaned on the door, breathless, angry, hot. How dared he maul her about
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that one, and Gavin was so upset well, he would be, wouldn't he? It was all
his fault, but then he and his father have always quarrelled like dog and cat.'
She gave Donna a rueful smile.
Thoughtfully, Donna asked, 'How did Gavin cause my father's attack?'
'I shouldn't have spoken out of turn, it's not my business,' said Mrs Eyre,
looking agitated. 'It was just another of their arguments. Your father
collapsed and was whisked off to hospital and Gavin didn't eat a thing for
days. He's one of those who brood over everything, isn't he? A funny boy,
he always was.'
Donna went up to her room, frowning. Was that why Gavin hadn't told her
about their father's weak heart?
Guilt? A reluctance to talk about something he secretly felt he had caused?
She looked into his room, but it was empty, the door wide open and no sign
of her brother. When had he got up? She turned back to ask Mrs Eyre where
he was, but at that moment Brodie came out of his own room.
'Oh, you're back early,' she said stupidly, feeling her heart flip over. He had
been gone by the time she got up that morning, and she had been expecting
him back much later. She knew that office hours ended at five- thirty, and
even if he left on time which, being Brodie, he rarely did she had
worked out that it would take him several hours, at least, to get back here
from the city during the rush hour.
'I left after lunch with a client,' he said. 'I'd managed to get through the
backlog on my desk by midday, went off to lunch, then drove back to have a
word with Gavin.'
'Where is he?'
'Oh, he's gone,' Brodie said coolly, walking back into his own room.
Donna followed, startled. 'Gone? What do you mean gone?'
Brodie began unbuttoning his shirt. 'I'm just going to have a shower,' he
said. 'It was damned hot driving back from London.'
'Where's Gavin?' Donna insisted, too agitated to notice at first what Brodie
was doing.
'He's gone to the Midlands he'll be away for a couple of days.' Brodie
shrugged out of his shirt, and her nervous eyes flickered over his smooth,
muscled shoulders, the deep tanned chest, the rough curls of black hair
growing up the centre of it, and the flatmidriff. Brodie might work in an
office at a desk five days a week, but he had the powerful body of an athlete.
In the confined space of the bedroom Donna became intensely conscious of
that fact and backed towards the door and safety.
She swallowed an odd little lump in her throat. Her voice sounded rusty
when it finally came out. 'Why?'
Brodie put a hand to the zip of his trousers. 'Can we talk later? I'm dying for
that shower.'
Hot-cheeked, she spun on her heel and stood with her back to him, saying
crossly, 'Just tell me why Gavin has gone to the Midlands. I thought we'd
agreed that he wasn't to be left alone again until he saw this psychiatrist
friend of yours?'
She heard the zip slide and hurriedly moved even further away, until she
was actually in the doorway.
'Donna, you can't treat Gavin as if he were a child. If he's determined to
gamble, nothing you can do will stop him. But he isn't alone, as it happens.
One of our sales reps was going up to the Midlands this afternoon and Gavin
went with him. George is level-headed, he knows Gavin's problem and he'll
keep a fatherly eye on him. He has a son not much younger than Gavin. He
can deal with it.'
She heard him stepping out of his trousers, and was about to leave when
Brodie said, 'I've made an appointment for Gavin with a small private
glassworks if they like him, they might give him an apprenticeship. It's
mainly stained glass they make, but it isn't a factory, it's an honest-to-God
workshop, and he could learn far more there than he ever would at a
technical school.'
Donna began to turn, then remembered that he was probably naked, and
stopped, her face very flushed.
'That's very good of you, was Gavin thrilled?' she stammered.
She heard Brodie move and tensed as his voice came from right behind her.
'He seemed excited, and he jumped at the chance to leave with George. His
appointment is tomorrow morning and we'll know whether he's got the
apprenticeship by tomorrow night.'
'Oh, good,' she said, shakily, anxious to get away from him, but as she began
to walk off his hands caught her arms and held her back, pulling her against
him.
'What are you doing?' she burst out thickly, a tremor running through her.
His mouth moved against her nape, his breathing stirred her hair. 'Is that all
the thanks I get for going to so much trouble for your brother?'
'I thought you wanted a shower,' she muttered, fiercely aware of his thighs
leaning against the back of her legs.
'It can wait,' he said, his hands sliding down her arms and closing on her
waist, yet still holding her a prisoner.
'I've got a lot to do,' she protested, trying to break free.
His hands had wandered upwards, she felt his fingertips lightly brush her
breasts and that galvanised her into a real struggle. Brodie let her go and
laughed as she tore across the landing and slammed into her room.
She leaned on the door, breathless, angry, hot. How dared he maul her about
like that when he was still having an affair with Christabel Clair? Whatever [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]