‘Liar.’ He left the car before she could retort, walking round the bonnet and helping her out of the low sleek vehicle with a solicitous hand at her elbow.
It was the tranquillity of her surroundings that hit Toni immediately, that and the sound of birdsong in the trees. She breathed in the crisp frosty air that smelt different from the fuel-laden fumes of the city and then gazed up at the house. It was beautiful, stunning, the quintessence of old-world charm. England at its best. She swallowed hard. ‘How old is it?’
‘Sixteenth century. At least the original part of the house is, but it’s been extended. It sits in two acres and has magnificent views at the back. It even has its own small wood with resident badgers.’ He smiled at her rapt expression. ‘You like it, then? It meets with your artistic approval?’
‘Who wouldn’t like it? It’s wonderful.’
‘Reserve your opinion until you’ve seen inside. The setting is perfect but the house itself needs some work doing to it. The kitchen’s small and outdated and the house itself is tired. I’ve got some ideas but I’d like your take on it.’
Toni nodded. She didn’t care what the inside was like; this house was the sort of place dreams were made of.
Once inside she could see what Steel meant, but she could also envisage the house as it could be if it was sympathetically restored and the layout reworked a little. Downstairs there were a number of rooms but the kitchen was indeed very small. Upstairs there were eight good-size bedrooms but only one bathroom. It was clear nothing had been done to the house for decades. The view from the ground at the back of the property was breathtaking. She hadn’t realised they were on a hill, but the lawns and flowerbeds and mature bushes and trees gently sloped down to the wood Steel had spoken of, and beyond that was rolling countryside for miles and miles.
‘Spectacular, eh?’
They were standing outside the French doors leading from the main reception room on a patio that had seen better days. The blue sky above, the white sparkling world beneath and, not least, Steel standing so close she was vitally aware of the height and breadth and faint delicious smell emanating from the big frame caused her voice to wobble slightly as she said, ‘Utterly.’
‘So, can you see me here, Toni?’ His voice was level, almost flat, and he didn’t look at her as he spoke, keeping his eyes on the countryside spread out in front of them like an enormous beautiful picture.
She didn’t reply immediately, considering exactly what to say. ‘Yes,’ she said at last, ‘but—’
‘But?’ He gazed at her with hooded eyes. ‘Always a but.’
‘This is an enormous house for just one person. Wouldn’t it be better to consider either a smaller property or an apartment somewhere outside the city, if that’s what you want?’
He didn’t reply to this. ‘But you think I could suit this house?’
It was a strange way to put it. Normally one would ask if the house could suit them, but in this case he was absolutely right, Toni thought. This house was so special and so beautiful it shouldn’t have to fit in with anyone—the boot had to be on the other foot. And the fact he’d put it that way made her voice firm when she said, ‘Yes, I do. You’ve fallen in love with it, haven’t you?’
He was very still for a moment. ‘I’ve never been in love before but, yes, I think I am.’
Toni nodded. ‘Then all the work and changes will be worth it. You must go with your heart for once.’
‘My thoughts exactly.’ Steel’s silver-blue gaze followed a magpie that had just swooped over the trees onto the lawn carrying a morsel of something or other in its beak, which it now proceeded to eat. Six months and this woman had turned his life upside down and she was completely unaware of it. It had taken him weeks, probably a couple of months to adjust to the knowledge that Toni George was different.
Women abounded in London; beautiful, available and willing women, and he’d had his share until the day she had walked into his apartment and he’d looked into her eyes. Strange, but he couldn’t put his finger on what made her special. She was very lovely, intelligent and gutsy, but those attributes could be laid at the feet of several women he knew. Women who carried no baggage and who definitely didn’t have four-year-old twins in tow.
He’d sent the little girls a present each on their birthday—which he knew had taken Toni aback—and received in return two handmade cards of people with sticks for arms and legs and two scrawls at the bottom of the cards that were apparently their names. After that he had tried to take a big step backwards but it hadn’t worked; nothing had. The more he’d got to know her, the more he had wanted her, which was a first for him. Normally he slept with a woman and then got to know her, which finished with him not wanting her. And now he was faced with the prospect of loving someone who certainly didn’t love him back and who had no intention of letting a man into her life or anywhere near her family.
Steel smiled to himself. How many of his exes would take secret satisfaction in his predicament? The love-'em-and-leave-'em Steel Landry hoisted by his own petard. But he was damned if he was going to roll over and accept the situation. She’d responded to him sexually that night in June, which was a start, and she’d wanted him as much as he’d wanted her. He could make her love him. He’d been patient for months now, preparing the ground; this was the next stage. And to hell with the rule that he didn’t mix work and pleasure. Being the boss had to mean something and in this case it was that rules were breakable.
One of the things that had amazed him about her was the lack of bitterness about her former husband. In spite of the way he’d treated her, she didn’t hate the louse. True, it had made her wary and suspicious of the opposite sex, but that was to his advantage in a way. It kept the other wolves at bay.
He glanced down at her now, reaching out a hand and brushing a strand of hair from the silky skin of her cheek. He heard her quickly indrawn breath and his heart thumped crazily. Yes, she was far from indifferent to him as a man, but he didn’t want to just take this woman to bed. He wanted her. ‘Let’s go and get some lunch and you can tell me some of the ideas I know are already buzzing about in that clever little head of yours,’ he said smoothly. ‘I noticed a nice pub shortly before we turned off into this side road, which is called
Magpie Lane, incidentally. Appropriate address for a family house, don’t you think?’
It was a moment before she shrugged. ‘Magpies are quite vicious birds, aren’t they? Part of the crow family, I believe.’
‘They do what’s necessary to get by. Same as the rest of us. All’s fair in love and war.’
‘That’s such a male reply,’ she said stiffly.
‘But I am a male, Toni, and don’t tell me you haven’t noticed, an observant, intelligent woman like you. I’m very much a male and I make no apology for it.’ He opened the French doors as he spoke and when she stepped past him into the house he heard a muffled ‘Huh', which made the corners of his mouth twitch. He had no illusions winning her over was going to be easy; she was as prickly as a cactus with as many spikes for keeping him at bay, but he was going to strip those little spines away one by one until he got what he wanted, which was her, naked and pliant in his arms and wholly his, soul, mind and body.
CHAPTER SEVEN
THE PUB WAS ALL BRASSES and oak beams. Toni was not unaware of the little stir Steel