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Jarrett.’ Firmly wiping away all trace of tears with the heel of her hand, Sophia rose to her feet and approached the mantelpiece. Leaving her mug of tea on the white marble shelf, she crossed her arms over her navy wool cardigan and turned to face him. ‘I absolutely won’t accept a loan from you. I either find my own way to finance this place or I don’t.’

      ‘It’s admirable that you’re so determined … but if you love this house as much as I’m guessing you do then it makes sense to accept some help when it’s offered, doesn’t it?’

      The emerald eyes flashed. ‘Can’t you see? Can’t you tell that I find the idea of being beholden to anyone for mine and Charlie’s welfare abhorrent?’

      Jarrett could indeed see that, and whilst he understood her very human need to remain independent—and honestly admired it—he guessed things weren’t as simple or straightforward as that. More than once he’d witnessed fear in her eyes … dread even. It made him determined to discover why. He’d already gleaned that her husband hadn’t been the best example of masculinity on earth, but was there more to it than that?

      ‘Putting that topic aside for a minute, what about my getting to know you better?’ He forced himself to ask the question, even though he feared her response wouldn’t be the one he wanted. It had already dented his confidence that she’d refused his offer of a loan. ‘You mean as a friend?’

      ‘That would be a start, I suppose.’ The wry quirk of his lips along with his slightly uneasy tone revealed that he hoped for much more than friendship … so much more.

      Sophia’s mesmerising emerald glance was absolutely steady. ‘If I had met you years ago, Jarrett … before I met my husband Tom … perhaps we would have been a good match. Who knows? You seem to have a lot of the qualities and attributes I used to hope to find in a man. But my experience of being in a relationship has been irredeemably damaged by Charlie’s father. I don’t have the hope or the innocence I once had to trust in another relationship or believe that it could work. Nor do I want you to think that there’s the slightest chance that I’ll change my mind, because I know that I won’t.’

      As Jarrett silently observed the bewitching planes and contours of Sophia’s lovely face in the flickering firelight inside he was cheering—because she’d remarked that if she’d met him before she’d met her husband they might have been a good match. She might also have asserted that she wouldn’t change her mind about entering into a relationship with him, but quite frankly that cut no ice. Because he wouldn’t be deterred … not when he knew that it was the outcome he craved above all else—even above owning High Ridge. And when it came to determination in achieving a goal … any goal … his ability to follow through and not be dissuaded was second to none.

      ‘One day soon,’ he said, ‘I hope that you can tell me exactly what happened between you and your husband. I want to know what put that look of cold dread in your eyes that I sometimes glimpse. It’s my opinion that you deserve to be free of whatever haunts you, Sophia. Not just for your own sake, but for Charlie’s too.’

      Curling her hair behind her ear, she left the ghost of a wan smile briefly curve her lips. ‘Some hurts that we’re haunted by are too deep to ever be free of,’ she answered softly, ‘but I will tell you my story. Not tonight, because it’s getting late and I’m tired, but soon—I promise.’

      ‘Fair enough … How about tomorrow afternoon?’

      Jarrett suggested boldly, somehow knowing that if they left the topic alone for too long she might again retreat into herself and not tell him anything. ‘I’ll bring my cricket bat and teach Charlie how to play, then afterwards you and I can talk.’

      There was a very brief flash of concern in her mesmerising eyes, but then to his relief her expression softened. ‘Okay. Come over tomorrow after lunch—around three o’clock. You can stay for tea.’

      ‘Perfect.’ He grinned. If he’d been on his own Jarrett would have punched the air with joy …

CHAPTER FIVE

      ‘COME in. It’s so good to see you!’ Standing back to allow the tall fair-haired young man entry into the hallway, Sophia smiled up into eyes that reflected the same soft green hue as her own.

      Her brother David hugged her hard, not hesitating to express his heartfelt love and affection. He was without a doubt pleased and happy to see her. He’d rung her on her mobile only a couple of hours ago, to tell her that he was driving down from Suffolk on his way to visit an antiques market in London and wanted to pay her a flying visit to see how she and Charlie were settling into the house—did she mind that it was at such short notice?

      Of course she didn’t.

      Sophia simply felt blessed that she was able to renew their relationship after being separated for so long by the unhappy restrictions of her marriage. Tom had been so possessive of her that towards the latter months of his life he’d even banned David from visiting her. The only reason that her brother hadn’t fought harder for the right to do so was because he’d feared the consequences for her and Charlie if he did.

      ‘I’ve missed you, Sophia … I can’t begin to tell you how much.’ Holding her at arm’s length, so that he could make a thorough reconnaissance of her face, her handsome sibling smiled a dazzling smile that had the look of a child on Christmas morning having just opened the gift he’d been hoping to receive above all others. ‘You’re looking really well … the best I can remember seeing you look for a long time. I’d almost forgotten how pretty you were! Did the two rooms I got ready for you work out all right? I’m sorry that I didn’t have more time to make them a bit more welcoming.’

      ‘They worked out just fine. After what I’d endured, trust me … a tent pitched in a field would have been welcome if no one had access to disturb me or try to control me and tell me what to do.’

      They both knew who she was referring to with that comment, and some of the colour in David’s face drained away a little. He dropped his hands down to his sides.

      ‘I’m so sorry, Soph. So sorry that I didn’t try and get you and Charlie away from him long before the bastard went and died.’

      ‘Please don’t beat yourself up about that. I know you must have been thinking of us. But the truth is the situation was a nightmare, with no easy solutions to bring it to an end. I know you would have done more if you could have. Besides, you had your wife and child to think of—and you know how vindictive Tom could be. I wouldn’t have wanted you or your family to be at risk in any way. Look, let’s not talk about this today, hmm?’ She laid her hand on the soft suede of his jacket sleeve and lightly squeezed his arm. ‘Let’s just enjoy our time together knowing we’ve at last got the freedom to be brother and sister again without interference—agreed?’

      He scraped his fingers through the cropped fair hair that highlighted his strong square-cut jaw and glanced back a little uncertainly into her eyes, as if debating whether anything he ever said or did could help take the sting out of the horrors of the past, no matter how much he wished that they could. ‘Okay … I only want to do whatever makes you feel safe and secure again. God knows that’s long overdue. Why don’t you tell me how you and Charlie are doing? Where is he, by the way?’

      ‘In the garden … he practically lives out there when the weather’s fine. I’ll call him in shortly to come and say hello to you.’

      ‘As long as he’s well and happy—that’s the main thing. This place must seem like a veritable castle to him it’s so big! You’ve certainly got your work cut out if you’re planning on eventually renovating the place.’

      ‘That’s an understatement.’ Sophia grinned. But then she frowned as she remembered something she’d badly wanted to address since being left the house by their relative—something that had been playing on her mind ever since she’d

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