The Baby Swap Miracle by Caroline Anderson Read Free Book Online

was crazy. She met his eyes. ‘Not without money—and before you say it, I can’t just sponge off you, Sam—and even if I could, what would I do all day?’ she argued, trying to be logical in the face of rising panic. ‘I can’t just sit about. How is that sensible? I’ve got over four months before the baby comes. I have to do something to earn my keep.’ Even if I am unemployable…
    Sam scanned her face, saw the flicker of anxiety that she tried to mask, and knew before he opened his mouth that he’d regret this.
    ‘Can you cook?’
    ‘ Cook? Why?’
    He shrugged, regretting it already and backpedalling. ‘Just an idea. I thought you could pay your way by taking that over, if you really feel you have to, but it’s not very exciting. Forget it.’
    Her brow pleated. ‘Cooking for you? A few minutes a day? No, you’re right, it’s not especially exciting and it’s not much of a deal for you, I’m a rubbish cook. And anyway, I’ve done a bit of supply teaching recently to stop me going crazy, so my police checks are up to date. Maybe I’ll contact the local education authority and ask them if I can go on the supply list. There must be schools around here. Maybe one of them needs some cover.’
    She wouldn’t be underfoot. He felt relief like a physical wave—and as the wave ebbed, regret. Ridiculous. He was being ridiculous. He didn’t want her here.
    But he wanted the baby. He’d said so, in as many words,yesterday, and she seemed to be taking it on board. And of course that meant she’d be around, and he’d have to live with the consequences—
    ‘Tell me about the garden,’ she said now, cutting through his troubling train of thought. ‘Who looks after it?’
    He laughed, more than happy to change the subject for a minute. ‘Nobody. Couldn’t you tell by the weeds in the cattle grid?’
    ‘Have you tried to find someone?’
    He shrugged. ‘There’s a lad from the village who’s done a bit. He helps from time to time when it gets too bad. And I cut the grass—hence the dirty hands. I had to rebuild the mower again this morning. I hit something.’
    ‘Something?’
    He shrugged again. ‘A branch? Who knows. It was out in the wilds a bit, and I was cracking on, because it’s a heck of a task, even with a ride-on mower. There’s a lot of it.’
    ‘How much?’
    He shrugged. ‘Fifteen acres? Not all cultivated,’ he added hastily as her eyes widened. ‘There’s the old knot garden on the terrace, the kitchen garden and the walled garden by the house. That’s my favourite—it opens off my study and the sitting room we were in last night, but it’s a real mess. And then there’s the laburnum walk and the crumbling old orangery which is way down the list, sadly. The rest is just parkland—or it used to be. None of it’s been managed for years and it’s all just run wild.’
    ‘Can we look?’
    ‘Yes. Come on, I’ll show you around, if you’re interested. Daisy’s always game for a walk.’ He pushed back his chair and led her out of the front door into the sunshine, Daisy trotting at his heels, and they strolled along the weedy path at the top of the terrace, past the knot garden thatdesperately needed clipping back into shape, to a crooked, elderly door in a high brick wall at the end.
    It yielded to his shoulder and creaked out of the way, and ducking under the arms of an old rambling rose, he led her through into the most wonderful garden she’d ever seen in her life…

CHAPTER THREE
    I T WAS a mess, of course—overgrown, with climbers hanging off the walls and the old gravelled paths swamped with weeds and grass, but under the chaos she could see it had once been beautiful.
    Old shrub roses in the wide borders were smothered in buds, and she could see some already starting to open. There was a lilac on the point of bursting, and amongst the weeds, perennials were struggling towards the sun.
    She closed her eyes and let her other senses take over. The low hum of bees,