is there any reason why you shouldn’t work with me, setting up procedures and getting things organised?’
‘No.’ Luke would be in charge, and that was her safety net. She could refer any difficult decisions back to him.
‘Then this can wait.’ Luke pushed the envelope back across the table towards her. ‘Until you’re ready.’
He was giving her a chance. Taking her at face value and letting her prove herself. This was not what Katya had expected, but it felt okay. It was a place from which she could move forward.
‘Aren’t you curious?’ She almost wanted him to be.
‘Truthfully?’ He grinned. ‘Yes, of course.’
‘But you’re not going to do anything about it?’
‘No. Bruno and I are unanimous in that.’ The old dog looked up at Luke at the mention of his name and started to lick Katya’s hand. ‘See?’
There was little else to do but give in gracefully. ‘Okay.’ Katya sealed the envelope, pushing it back towards Luke. ‘Keep that for me, will you? We might be having this conversation again.’
He took the envelope without a word and stashed it, along with her résumé, in the leather document wallet that lay on the bench beside him.
‘In the meantime, I’ll be giving this job my best. And Olenka can tell you that I’ve no history of trying to strangle my work colleagues.’
He shrugged. ‘That’s okay.’ The delicious sweep of his gaze, up and down her body, made her shudder. ‘I can take care of myself.’
Luke wasn’t so sure about that. Something about her, maybe her obvious vulnerability, which she seemed determined not to give in to, stirred feelings that he would rather forget. Feelings that he’d had no trouble forgetting until a few weeks ago.
He couldn’t go back on what he’d promised her now, though. It was plain that she needed this job, and someone like Katya, with practical nursing experience and willing to take the paltry amount he could offer to pay her, was a godsend for the project that he was trying so hard to get off the ground. If it took a little bravado to make out that he was indifferent to her charms, then so be it.
They talked all through their meal, until the evening chill drove them inside. Then they talked some more, until the pub landlord called time. By then, her eyes were shining with as much enthusiasm as Luke felt.
‘Do I get the job, then?’ She’d waited until they were strolling across the car park towards her car before she asked.
‘Do you want it?’ Being able to tease her, without worrying that she was going to crumple, was something new, which they’d worked their way round to during the course of the evening, and Luke rather liked it.
‘I asked first.’ She tilted her face up towards him in the darkness. For one sweet moment Luke thought that he might kiss her and the shock of how good that felt bounced him back into reality.
‘You got the job about three hours ago. If you get into that car without accepting it, Bruno might have to beg.’ That’s right. Get Bruno to do the dirty work.
‘I’d hate to see that happen. I accept. Thank you.’
‘You might not be saying that in a week or so’s time. There’s a lot on that list we’ve just made.’
‘We’ll get through it.’ She pressed her lips together in thought, and Luke’s head began to swim again. ‘We talked about getting some shirts with the name of the nature reserve on them.’
‘Yeah. I’ll make some calls …’
‘I can speak to the guy who does the polo shirts for the coffee shop, if you’d like. When Olenka ordered some for me she said he was very reasonable and I can get his catalogue for you to look at.’
Luke grinned. He’d made the right choice. ‘That’s okay, I’m sure you’ll pick something suitable.’ He pulled out his wallet and extracted the last couple of notes from it. ‘Will that cover it?’
‘It’s more than enough. I’ll save the receipts for you.’
Accounting had never seemed so delicious. ‘Right. Thanks. If there’s room in the budget, perhaps you can get a couple for me, too.’
She folded the notes, putting them into her bag. ‘Consider it done. What size …?’ In the darkness, Luke couldn’t see whether she was blushing or not, but from the way she suddenly looked away from him she probably was. Something inside him crowed with triumph at the thought. ‘They only come in small, medium and large, so I’ll get large.’
‘That’ll be fine.’ A thought struck him. ‘Is Olenka ever going to speak to me again?’
She laughed. Luke could almost feel her breath on his cheek. It was time to step back, but somehow he couldn’t. ‘Olenka will be fine. She’ll probably give you free coffee for a week for taking me off her hands.’
‘I doubt it.’ How could she think so little of herself? Luke wondered whether the answer to that was in the manila envelope tucked in his notecase. He’d have to lock it away safely somewhere and consider swallowing the key.
She didn’t reply. As she turned to unlock her car, the temptation to take her by the shoulders and shake this nonsense out of her gripped Luke and he stumbled backwards. He wasn’t her lover, her social worker or even really a friend. He was just a guy who’d offered her a three-month contract, and it didn’t matter what either of them thought of each other as long as she did the job.
‘I’ll see you next week, then.’ Maybe he should start as he meant to go on. No popping into the coffee shop just to see her in the meantime.
‘Yes. I’m looking forward to it.’ She grinned at him. ‘Don’t forget your coffee run in the morning.’
‘Um … no, of course not.’ So much for good intentions. When she came to work with him Luke was going to have to do a little better than that.
That wasn’t going to be a problem. He only needed to think about his marriage, and how a woman’s secrets had almost destroyed him, to know that Katya’s personal life would stay locked away in that envelope and that he would stay away from her. Anything else could shatter everything he’d built here, and he wasn’t about to do that.
KATYA HAD BEEN expecting something approaching an induction session on her first day. Or, if anything as grand as a session didn’t seem like Luke’s style, maybe a half-hour chat to give her an idea of where to start with the schemes and ideas they’d talked about. When she arrived at the reserve at eight o’clock sharp, the note on the door of the newly finished barn was distinctly underwhelming.
Meet me by the old bridge.
A hastily drawn map showed the location.
Bring waterproofs if you have them.
She
