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Cinderella And The Billionaire. Marion Lennox
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isbn 9781474091251
Автор произведения Marion Lennox
Серия Mills & Boon True Love
Издательство HarperCollins
‘She seems no-nonsense,’ Matt told her. ‘Charlie assured me—and I assured Peggy—that we’d be there before dark. I’m thinking she’ll contact the rescue services soon after. This is her grandson, after all.’
‘Does she want him?’ Her gaze moved to Henry. The little boy had found a shallow rock pool. He was pointing to something in its depths and Boof, bless his doggy heart, was paying attention.
It’d be minnows. The thought almost made her smile. Years of devoted hunting, and Boof had never caught one.
She watched kid and dog watching the fish darting below the surface. Matt was watching, too.
‘Does his grandmother want him?’ she asked again.
‘I think so.’
‘You think so?’ That jolted her. What the...? ‘You bring him all the way here—and you think so?’
‘There’s no choice,’ he said, heavily now. He wasn’t taking his eyes off the child. ‘Amanda’s will left him in the care of his grandmother. Peggy’s expressed willingness to take him.’
‘But she wouldn’t fetch him.’
‘No.’
‘Does he even know her?’
‘They write,’ he said. ‘He tells me he gets a letter every week, old-style, in an envelope with a stamp. She sends Polaroid pictures of the island. That’s what’s in his backpack—letters and pictures she’s been sending for years. I’ve seen them. She also makes radio telephone calls when she can. He feels like he knows her and there’s no doubt she cares.’
That was something at least, but she hadn’t finished probing.
‘Has he ever met her?’
‘Will you cut it out?’ His voice was suddenly laced with anger. ‘The paperwork’s in order. It’s your job to get us there safely, and might I remind you that you’re doing an appalling job of it.’
‘And so are you,’ she snapped back. ‘Your job’s to get him to his grandma, so we’ve both failed. Get over it.’
‘I’m over it. Just don’t make me responsible...’
‘For what?’
‘For bringing him here.’ He closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair, a gesture of total fatigue. ‘Look, this is a no-win situation,’ he said. ‘Amanda was an excellent lawyer but an appalling mother. According to office gossip, when she turned forty she decided she wanted a child like some people decide they want a puppy. She’s been paying as little as she could get away with for child care. During term breaks Henry would be alone in her office for hours. Now she’s dead and she has no friends close enough to care. Henry has a grandma he’s never met and no one else.’
‘So how come he’s never met her?’
‘Because Peggy hasn’t seen Amanda for years, either,’ he said wearily. ‘Peggy told me the outline when I contacted her. She’s Australian. She was married to an American. He died a couple of years back, but the marriage broke up when Amanda was in her teens. Peggy came home to Australia. She says she tried to keep in contact, but Amanda wasn’t interested. When Henry was born Peggy doubled her efforts. Maybe she knew what sort of mother Amanda would make. I gather Amanda allowed Peggy to write to him and speak to him occasionally via her not very satisfactory radio connection, but that’s all. Now she’s all he has.’
‘He has you, though,’ Meg said, thinking what she was hearing wasn’t weariness. This was desolation for a child left with nothing.
Desolation from a high-flying businessman who’d dropped everything to bring a kid to his grandma.
Her first impression of this guy had been arrogance. He’d reacted with astonishment when she’d questioned his right to bring Henry to the island, and what he was paying Charlie was astounding. He was obviously accustomed to throwing money and watching minions jump.
But now... Yes, the need to control was still there, but despite it she was starting to like what she saw around the edges. Even before the fire she’d been sensing helplessness in the way he was caring for Henry. Now he was stranded, shaken from his controlled world, his desolation was exposed, and it touched something deep within.
‘It’s okay.’ Her hand went to his shoulder, a touch of reassurance. ‘I bet Peggy’s lovely. Writing real letters every week... That’s awesome. We’ll land on the island, she’ll love him to bits and they’ll live happily ever after.’
‘Yeah,’ he said. She’d tugged her hand back but the look he gave her... It was as if he couldn’t figure her out. ‘But meanwhile...’
‘Meanwhile we collect driftwood before it starts getting dark,’ she said. ‘A fire will cheer us up. It’s a warm night. With the seats removed from the boat we have a comfy bed, and we have thermal blankets. We have the means to make a fire and we have food.’
‘Muesli bars?’ he said dubiously, stooping to check her bag.
‘Yes, but some of them have chocolate coating. Yay.’ She investigated with him. ‘Plus, here’s a fishing line and a lure. By the time you have the fire going, I’ll have fish to cook.’
‘Right,’ he said dryly.
‘You doubt me? I may not be able to deliver you to your island without sending you up in flames but I was born with a fishing line in my hands. Watch this space.’
‘And we’d cook it how?’
‘Seaweed and ash,’ she said. ‘Don’t they teach you anything in law school?’
‘Apparently not,’ he said faintly. ‘Henry,’ he called. ‘Do you want to help me make a fire, or watch Meg fish?’
And that was a no-brainer. Henry headed straight for Meg. And as dog and boy clambered over the rocks toward them, Matt thought, He looks almost happy.
He’d never seen Henry look happy.
It was almost enough to make a burned boat and a night on a deserted island worthwhile.
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