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“I’m prepared to do anything.”
Jonah eyed her steadily. “Anything?” he questioned. “You said anything?”
Of course, anything. He had saved her parents from having to move out from Beamhurst Court. “Anything,” she agreed. But added quickly, “Anything legal, that is.”
His mouth picked up at the corners, involuntarily, she rather thought. But he sobered, and asked, “How old are you?”
She was sure he knew how old she was, but answered, “Twenty-three. Why?”
He shrugged. “Just making sure that anything I propose is quite legal—amongst consenting adults.”
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A Paper Marriage
Jessica Steele
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
LYDIE was in worried mood as she drove her car in the direction of Buckinghamshire to her family home. Something was wrong, very wrong. She had known it the moment she had heard her mother’s voice over the telephone.
Her mother never rang her. It was always she who rang her mother. Lydie had held back from asking what was wrong—her mother would tell her soon enough. ‘I want you to come home straight away,’ Hilary Pearson had said almost before their greeting was over.
‘I’m coming next Tuesday for Oliver’s wedding on Saturday,’ Lydie reminded her.
‘I want you here before then,’ her mother stated sharply.
‘You need my help in some way?’
‘Yes, I do!’
‘Oliver…’ Lydie began.
‘It has nothing to do with your brother or his wedding!’ her mother snapped sharply. ‘The Ward-Watsons are more than capable of seeing to it that their only daughter gets married in style.’
‘Dad!’ Lydie cried in alarm. ‘He’s not ill?’ She thought the world of her father. She occasionally felt that fate had dealt him a raw deal when it had selected her sometimes acid-tongued mother for the mild-mannered man.
‘Physically he’s as fit as he always has been.’
‘You’re saying he has a mental health problem?’ Lydie asked in alarm.
‘Good heavens, no! He’s just worried, not sleeping well, he’s…’
‘What’s he worried about?’
There was a moment or two of silence. ‘I’ll tell you that when you get here,’ her mother eventually replied.
‘Why can’t you tell me now?’ Lydie pressed.
‘When you get here.’
‘You can’t leave it there!’ Lydie protested.
‘I’m certainly not going to discuss it over the phone.’
Oh, for heaven’s sake! Who did her mother think was listening in? ‘I’ll ring Dad at his office,’ Lydie decided.
‘Don’t you dare! He’s not to know I’ve been in touch with you.’
‘But…’
‘And anyway, your father no longer has an office.’
‘He…’
