superior strength, and leaning across, reined Marnie in beside him.
‘Right,’ he said, ‘let’s talk, shall we? Pleasant as this is, I do have work to do.’
Helen hesitated a moment and then pointed to the thin ribbon of water flowing over rocks some few yards ahead of them. ‘Let’s dismount and sit by the stream,’ she suggested, already digging her heels into Marnie’s sides to urge him forward, and after a brief pause Heath followed her.
‘All right,’ he said, ‘if this suits you. Personally, I’d prefer to stay in the saddle. The grass is wet.’
‘It’s only dew,’ exclaimed Helen, sliding down from Marnie’s back. ‘Hmm, it smells delicious. Don’t you think so?’
Heath shrugged, swinging his leg across the pommel and jumping down beside her. ‘I can think of sweeter things,’ he remarked drily, avoiding some wild creature’s droppings, and walking to the edge of the water. ‘You know I used to fish here, when I was little. I never could understand why I never caught anything.’
‘Perhaps you used the wrong bait,’ said Helen, coming to stand beside him. ‘I used to paddle here, when Mrs Gittens would let me.’ She grinned up at him. ‘She was once livid because I stripped all my clothes off.’
Heath looked down at her drily. ‘You have a habit of doing that, don’t you?’ he observed, and her cheeks turned pink. ‘It’s one of the things I’m hoping Angela will cure you of. That, and a few other practices we won’t go into now.’
Helen pursed her lips. ‘Is that why you brought me here? To talk about Angela Patterson?’
‘Among other things,’ he conceded, ignoring her sudden tension. ‘You must have guessed that was what I wanted. I think you need to understand the situation.’
‘Oh, I understand the situation all right,’ muttered Helen tautly. ‘You made it perfectly clear last night. I’m to learn to do as I’m told and keep my mouth shut. Isn’t that a fair description of the situation?’
‘No, it’s not.’ Heath spoke with some heat. ‘Helen, you’re not trying to be reasonable. I invited Angela Patterson to Matlock Edge to teach you the things a mother might have taught you—to help you to dress, how to act in company, how to behave like the lady I thought I’d brought you up to be. It wasn’t intended to deteriorate into a slanging competition. I’d hoped you might like one another. And I still have hopes of that, even though you tried last night to make Angela look stupid!’
‘I didn’t have to try very hard, did I?’ demanded Helen tensely, aware that the tears she had shed yesterday had by no means drained the reservoir. ‘You can’t believe all that stuff she told you about jobs and everything! I don’t believe she’s even looked for one. She was just waiting for someone like you.’
‘It really doesn’t matter whether I believe it or not,’ said Heath surprisingly, pushing his hands into the pockets of his pants.
‘What do you mean?’
‘Angela Patterson’s history is of no particular interest to me.’
Helen frowned. ‘But if she was lying—–’
‘Helen!’ He turned to her then, shaking his head half impatiently when he saw the tears glistening in her eyes. ‘I know all about Angela. You don’t imagine I’d let a stranger come to live in my house without checking her out first?’
‘You mean—–’
‘I mean I want you to listen to her. I want you to learn from her. And the first thing I want you to do is go with her to Manchester and let her choose you some new clothes. Feminine clothes,’ he added, surveying the dungarees with evident distaste. ‘I’ve neglected my duties too long. I should never have let you persuade me to let you leave school.’
Helen felt a glimmer of hope. ‘You mean you’re going to spend more time with me?’ she asked, allowing her slim fingers to curve impulsively about his sleeve. ‘Oh, Heath I’m sorry if I’ve made a fool of myself. I didn’t realise what you were doing.’ And then, before he could draw his hands out of his pockets to prevent her, or step back out of reach, she stretched up on her toes and kissed him, her eager lips seeking and finding his startled mouth.
Because he had been about to speak, his lips were parted, and she had to part her lips, too, to accommodate them. It was intended to be a kiss of gratitude, no more, a simple pressure to show him she intended to turn over a new leaf and behave as he wanted, but it didn’t turn out that way. His lips were so firm and dry, utterly unlike Miles Ormerod’s wet mouth, and the impulsive salutation was more pleasing than she had imagined. Instinctively, her own lips moved and deepened under his.
She heard Heath groan deep in his throat, and she thought for a moment he was in pain. But the sudden pressure that met her tentative caress seemed to negate such a suspicion, and the hands torn from his pockets reached for her, not to push her away.
Her head swam beneath that expert response. His mouth was hard now, and intimate, his hand at her nape holding her there, bruising the sensitive skin. It was not like the times Miles had kissed her, not like the way Heath had kissed her in the past. But she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted him to go on and on, and her hands clung desperately to the lapels of his jerkin.
‘God!’
She didn’t know how long it was before Heath thrust her away from him. It had seemed like minutes, but she suspected it was only seconds. From the expression on his face, she doubted he could have prolonged the incident, and for the first time in her life she was too embarrassed to look at him.
‘Who taught you to do that?’ he asked her harshly, after a few moments, grasping her roughly by the chin and forcing her to look up at him. ‘Ormerod, I suppose. God Almighty, and I thought you were only a child!’
Helen quivered. ‘Miles didn’t teach me,’ she mumbled indignantly, but Heath was unconvinced.
‘Who, then?’ he demanded. ‘Have there been other young men I don’t know about? For God’s sake, Helen, tell me, before I break your bloody neck!’
‘Jealous?’
Helen spoke recklessly, hating him when he treated her like this, and Heath’s expression darkened angrily. ‘No,’ he said grimly. ‘No, I’m not jealous. How could I be jealous of a provocative teenager? But the next time you try something like that, I really will put you over my knee!’
Helen pulled her chin out of his grasp. ‘I don’t know what you’re making all the fuss about,’ she exclaimed chokingly. ‘No harm’s done.’
‘Isn’t there?’ Heath grasped Niko’s reins and swung himself up into the saddle. ‘You’re already making me regret my decision to bring Miss Patterson to Matlock Edge. I should have sent you to Switzerland as my mother suggested. At least there, you wouldn’t have been my responsibility!’
Helen sniffed. ‘I thought you liked it,’ she muttered almost under her breath, but he heard her.
‘I won’t answer that,’ he grated, turning his mount around. ‘Come on, let’s get back to the house. Perhaps Angela Patterson will succeed where I’ve failed.’
In the past, Helen had only ever
