In Want of a Wife? by Cathy Williams Read Free Book Online Page B

shoulder.’
    ‘From the looks of it, Nicholas is
extremely
sympathetic …’
    ‘That’s different,’ Lizzy muttered. ‘Besides, I wanted to getout of the house. Maisie and Leigh have friends over and they were driving me crazy.’
    She stared out of the window and shivered, only suddenly realising just how cold she was and just how foolish it had been to get on that bike and think she could make it to Crossfeld in near-blizzard conditions.
    She would phone her parents just as soon as she got to Crossfeld. They had never given the impression of ever having been worried about her. About her younger sisters, yes, because they had grown up getting into scrapes, and things had hardly improved, although the scrapes all seemed to involve boys now. And about Vivian, yes, because she was a do-gooder who always managed to find good things to do in very risky places and she didn’t have the sense of humour to be able to laugh herself out of them. And of course about Rose, who was so placid that life and all its messiness seemed a constant threat. But about her, not really. Straddled between three stunningly pretty sisters and one extremely virtuous one, Lizzy had taken hold of the reins of independence from a very young age and had never let go.
    Crossfeld House was now approaching, just an imposing blur through the densely falling snow.
    ‘Is there a great deal of work to do on the place?’ She broke the silence.
    ‘Enough to keep a building crew very busy for at least a year,’ he said, pulling up in front of the house as close as he could possibly get to the front door so as to avoid having to manoeuvre over the treacherous courtyard.
    ‘Good Lord. That’s going to cost a
fortune!’
she exclaimed involuntarily. ‘And to think I shall probably have to dive into my paltry savings to get my bike repaired once it’s been fished out of the snow drifts.’
    ‘The repairs will be on me,’ Louis said drily, wondering whether that was what she had been aiming at with herremark, but the look of horror she shot him was sufficient to tell him that he couldn’t have been further from the truth.
    ‘Don’t be ridiculous. I would never, ever accept a single penny from you.’ Lizzy opened the car door and slammed it behind her. ‘And I hope you didn’t think that I was fishing for hand-outs.’ She folded her arms and stopped to glare at him.
    ‘Accept the offer, Lizzy. If you felt that you had to come rushing over here for Rose, it was because of what I said, so in a peculiar way I’m partly to blame for the fact that your motorcycle is currently in the process of being buried under ten feet of snow. Besides—’ he reached past her to insert his key in the lock of the rather grand oak door ‘—it’s hardly as though it’ll break the bank.’
    ‘Thanks, but no thanks.’
    ‘Well, suit yourself. But pride comes before a fall.’
    ‘I’ve never believed in that old rubbish,’ she retorted, stepping back. ‘If I’m going to fall, I’m more than happy to fall with my pride keeping me company on the way down.’
    Louis looked at her with sudden, vibrant appreciation and a flare of hot colour warmed her face. In the act of pushing open the door, he was so close to her that she could breathe in the woody, clean, masculine scent of him and it filled her head like an exotic, powerful incense.
    She automatically stepped back, blinking like a mole suddenly exposed to bright light, then the door was opening and she was looking at the vast hall that she vaguely remembered from a thousand years ago.
    Crossfeld House had been passed down the generations until its upkeep became too costly. Its glory had gradually faded, a grand old lady with no one rich enough or finally interested enough to give her the attention she deserved.
    From what Lizzy could see, the place wasn’t in bad order. The five-strong golfing conglomerate had obviously had high hopes of bringing it up to standard, but the plummetingeconomy had taken care of