A Savage Adoration

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'I'm sorry, my dear, but you know what these farmers are like. If Harry Forbes says he wants to talk to me about his will this afternoon, then he means this afternoon or never. I'll have to go.'

'But we were supposed to be going to view these houses with the others,' exclaimed Christy, who had persuaded her father that she did not want to go alone.

'Well, you can still go. Give Dominic a ring, and tell him that you'll need a lift after all… or if you don't want to do that, you can always take your mother's car,' her father added diplomatically, seeing the look on her face. 'The roads are still slightly icy, though, and you'll have to take care. I shouldn't be surprised if we have more snow before the month's out.'

Given the choice of lowering her pride and begging Dominic for a lift or driving her mother's car, there was really only one option she could go for, Christy thought acidly. It would have to be her mother's car. It was just her luck that her father should get called away urgently like this, but there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

Knowing that because of his detour to pick up Lady Anthony and Amanda, Dominic would have to set out early, Christy waited until she had seen his car go down the lane before she went out to the garage that housed her mother's small Renault.

Luckily the car started first time, and was relatively easy to handle. Even so, she took extra care as she drove down the lane, dreading the sensation of feeling control of the vehicle slide away from her.

It was bitterly cold day, with an east wind blowing that could have cut glass. The sky was grey with lowering clouds, and she was glad that she had brought along the hooded fox jacket that David and Meryl had given her the previous year as a Christmas present. She glanced at it as she negotiated the narrow streets of Setondale. She should have guessed then what David had had in mind. It was a very extravagant gift for a mere assistant, no matter how highly thought of, but although the gift had surprised her, it had never occurred to her that it was to be the prelude to David's covert courtship.

She found the houses easily enough and parked the Renault at the side of the road, huddling into the fur before getting out. For comfort she had worn a pair of stretch cords in a soft butterscotch colour, and chestnut brown boots she had bought in a sale from a shop on Bond Street The amber-gold pelts of her jacket, its hood pulled up against the wind, set off her creamy redhead's skin to perfection. Shivering in the icy blast, Christy locked the car, and curled her hands into her pockets before hurrying towards the buildings.

The Major, John Howard and Peter Bryant were already there, and greeted her with varying degrees of warmth as she explained her father's absence.

'A solicitor who's prepared to work on a Sunday, eh?' Peter Bryant commented. 'Sounds like a man after my own heart. I shall have to see if we can't put some of my business his way, eh, John?' Peter Bryant was looking at her in a way she had learned to recognise during her years in London, but she fielded it with a pleasantly distancing smile and stepped back from him, straight into Dominic, although when she first felt the wall of solid muscle against her back she had no idea who he was.

She whirled round in instinctive shock, the words of apology dying on her lips.

The wind caught her hood and blew it back, her hair tangling wildly round her face. She lifted an impatient hand to push it away, and found she was standing so close to Dominic that one more step would have brought their bodies into physical contact. Beyond him she could see Lady Anthony and Amanda, the latter glaring at her with compressed lips and icy eyes. Christy told herself that it was the cold that was making her shiver so much, her balance suddenly ridiculously insecure.

'Are you OK?'

Even through the warmth of her coat she could feel the pressure of his fingers on her arm, steadying her.

She took a deep lungful of air and nearly choked on it. For some reason it was impossible for her to meet his eyes, and equally impossible for her to drag her own away from his face. He had cut himself slightly shaving, and her fingers itched to touch the small wound. Her mouth had gone terribly dry. She licked her lips nervously, instinctively shielding her eyes from him by dropping her lashes.

'That's a beautiful jacket you're wearing, Christy.'

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hankfully Christy stepped back from him as Lady Anthony's voice broke the spell that had held her transfixed to the ground. 'Yes… yes… it was a present.'

'From your parents?' Amanda questioned with what Christy thought was rather rude curiosity.

Always brought up to be honest, it was impossible for her not to say, 'No… no, actually I was given it by my ex-boss…'

'And his wife,' she had been about to say, but she wasn't given any opportunity to do so, because Amanda's sharp blue eyes had rounded spitefully and before Christy could finish her sentence she was saying, 'My goodness, he must have thought an awful lot about you! Of course one hears about bosses who buy their secretaries fur coats, but I always thought they were just a joke.'

There was a small unpleasant silence, when Christy would have given the world not to have to look into Dominic's face. She read the condemnation in his eyes with a kind of sick awareness of what he was thinking, that was in no way mitigated by her own knowledge that he was wrong. What made it worse was that Amanda's unpleasant allegation had at least some basis for truth. David had wanted to make her his mistress, but she had been too naïve to realise it, until, at least as far as her jacket went, it was too late to do anything about it. Perhaps if she hadn't worked so much overtime that autumn she might have queried the expense of such a lavish gift, but David and Meryl were both extravagantly generous, and so she had simply accepted the gift at face value.

But she could hardly explain all of this to Dominic, and anyway, why should she want to? she asked wrathfully of herself as she stepped away from him and went over to join the others, who hadn't heard their conversation. What on earth did it matter to her what Dominic Savage thought of her?

'Dominic, let's get inside, it's freezing out here.' Slipping her hand through his arm, Amanda swept past Christy's motionless figure with a triumphant smile.

Once they were inside the house, Christy put Dominic out of her mind and tried to concentrate on her role as note-taker. She had brought her notebook with her, and listened attentively as Dominic explained his plans for the two buildings.

'It would be impossible for us to do everything we wanted to do all at once, but the scope is here. There is over half an acre of land with these houses, enough for a car park and extensions.'

They toured both houses from top to bottom while Christy made notes. Dominic knew exactly what he wanted and had the knack of putting it across in a way that the layman could easily understand, and almost against her will Christy found herself being fired with some of his enthusiasm for his project. There was no doubt that it was a worthwhile one, and the others evidently thought so too.

Busy with her notes, Christy didn't realise that she and Dominic were alone in one of the rooms until she glanced up and saw him watching her with a curiously pensive, almost brooding expression.

'He must know you very well to have chosen this for you.' His fingers reached out and touched the soft fur of her jacket. 'I'd never thought you'd grow up to be the sort of woman who would be content playing second fiddle, Christy. I thought you'd have too much pride.'