he said softly.
‘I’ve never kicked a dog in my life!’
‘You just had that look about you. But there’s no reason to be incensed over anything,’ he raised an eyebrow, ‘that I know of.’
She set her teeth then unset them. ‘Goodbye, Etienne.’
‘Au revoir, Mel; not quite the same thing.’
CHAPTER THREE
‘YOU didn’t tell me you’d asked Etienne for a job in your holidays, Justin.’
‘I was going to present it to you as a fait accompli.’
The two younger boys were in bed and Mel and Justin were watching television in the den, the one room in the house that had escaped Margot’s make-over. The one room where you didn’t have to be careful of the furniture, could eat snacks and drink drinks with impunity and no one cared if you put your feet up on the battered old leather couch.
‘Why? I mean, why couldn’t you have told me?’
Justin was tall for his age, exceedingly bright and he had Mel’s blue eyes and chestnut hair. He flicked the remote and changed the channel, causing his sister to grit her teeth.
‘You’re not always reasonable on the subject of the Hurst family, beloved,’ he said, and went on flicking through the channels.
Mel grabbed the remote from him and switched the television off.
‘See what I mean?’ Justin offered.
‘That had nothing to do with the Hursts,’ she denied. ‘I can’t stand the way you switch from programme to programme!’
‘Only to avoid the ads.’
‘I like the ads; well, not precisely but,’ she looked heavenwards, ‘whatever, can we just talk?’
‘OK. It occurred to me that we have a few financial problems and that, as the oldest male, I should try and buck in and help.’
‘Fair enough,’ Mel said slowly, ‘but why Etienne?’
‘You may not know this, Mel, but he’s very successful. He took advantage of Gladstone being the largest port in Queensland and the fourth largest in the country to build up a marine-engineering works and a shipping agency.’
‘Granted,’ she said slowly.
Despite only being a medium-sized town in a rural area, the port of Gladstone handled millions of tonnes of coal, bauxite, alumina and other minerals and substances. It offered a deep-water port protected by close offshore islands, it was only ten or twelve days’ distance from the Asia Pacific region and was endowed with plenty of energy resources—water, coal and natural gas.
‘But still—why Etienne?’ she asked.
Justin looked at her ironically. ‘How many other millionaires do we know, Mel? Not only that but he’s also almost part of the family.’
Mel opened her mouth to deny this but closed it immediately.
‘How bad are things, Mel?’ Justin said into the silence.
‘Not good,’ she conceded.
‘Mrs B told me he came to lunch today.’
‘Mrs B invited him to lunch—well, he did come out to see how we were going.’
‘I never could work out what you’ve got against him!’
‘You’re not a girl,’ she retorted.
‘Plenty of girls find him irresistible, so I hear—is that it?’ Justin enquired. ‘Don’t tell me you’ve always had a crush on him!’
‘I have not,’ Mel contradicted. ‘And from what I’ve heard they’re not precisely girls either.’
‘Women, then,’ Justin said, ‘or whatever the technical term is. What have you heard?’
She shrugged. ‘You know that lighthouse he’s leased and renovated? Apparently there’s been a stream of gorgeous, sophisticated, definitely women more than happy to spend time with him up there.’
‘What a glorious thought!’ Justin laid his head on the settee. ‘I’ll have to ask him how he does it.’
‘Justin,’ Mel warned.
Her brother laughed softly. ‘If you could see your face! OK. Is that why you disapprove of him?’
Mel was truly tempted to tell her brother that she had the sneaking suspicion Etienne Hurst had, out of the blue, taken an interest in her along entirely different lines from the fate of his sister’s stepchildren, but she stopped herself.
‘Uh—no. That has nothing to do with me. He…he’s urging me to sell Raspberry Hill, well, not urging exactly but he pointed out today that there may be no other way to go.’ She stopped and sighed.
‘Oh, hell.’ Justin sat up and reached for her hand. ‘I’m sorry, Mel. I knew things weren’t good but I didn’t realise it was that bad. What will we do? I can’t imagine losing this place.’ He looked around.
Not to mention each other, Mel didn’t say, but it was the core problem she always came back to.
‘I’m certainly not going to give up without a fight! The accountant will have a clearer picture in a few days—’
‘I can always leave school right now,’ Justin broke in.
‘No! I mean, no, it hasn’t come to that yet. And don’t pass any of this on to Tosh or Ewan.’
Justin cast her a speaking look. ‘What do you think I am? I know, you’re still thinking of the rum-rampage, but I’ve reformed.’
‘I wasn’t thinking of that at all, but I hope you have!’
He grinned at her, although a touch ashamedly, and presently took himself off to bed, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
She began to tidy up absently, but one thing Justin had said stuck in her mind. It was something she’d never admitted to herself in so many words but there had been a time when Etienne had occupied her dreams. At fifteen, for a while, she’d thought about him rather a lot. However, she’d been so sure she was beneath his notice, it had all died a natural death.
She stopped what she was doing with a tennis racket in one hand and a pair of roller-blades in the other—or had it? Perhaps she’d resented being completely beneath his notice and it had been a contributing factor to her so-called dislike of him?
She put the racket in a wooden locker and the roller-blades on a shelf. Not an edifying thought, she conceded. But did that explain the effect he was having on her at the moment?
She couldn’t come up with an answer so she took herself to bed, not dreaming that she would have to encounter Etienne Hurst the very next day.
