bent to open the car door but Laura hung back. ‘We can walk home from here. It isn’t far. It was very kind of you to drive me here but I don’t want to take up any more of your time.’
He straightened slowly and there was a wariness about him all of a sudden. ‘You aren’t, but I won’t force you to accept my offer if it isn’t what you want, Laura.’
‘I…I’m not sure if it’s a good idea,’ she admitted, then wished she hadn’t said that because it was too revealing. Surely it wasn’t wise to let Mark know how confused she felt?
‘Neither am I,’ he stated quietly, making her gasp. He suddenly grinned, making an obvious effort to lighten the mood. ‘I think that makes us even, don’t you? So, come on, let’s be brave and take a chance. I’ll drive you and Robbie home, you can thank me sweetly, then I’ll leave. Sounds safe enough to me—how about you?’
Put like that, it seemed silly to refuse, especially as the snow was falling harder than ever. Laura nodded, waiting while Mark strapped Robbie into the back of the car. He seemed to think it was a huge adventure, going in a strange car, and made excited vroom-vroom noises as Mark started the engine.
It took about fifteen minutes to reach her house, thanks to the snow, and as soon as they drew up Laura knew something was wrong. She always left a light to come on in the sitting room, but the house was in darkness when they pulled up.
‘Something’s wrong,’ she explained when Mark shot her a questioning look as she hurriedly undid her seat belt. ‘I always leave a lamp on a time switch.…’
‘Give me the keys and I’ll take a look,’ he ordered in a tone that brooked no arguments. Taking the keys from her, he opened the car door then paused. ‘You and Robbie stay here while I check things out.’
Laura shivered as a blast of icy air flowed into the car before the door was slammed shut. She watched Mark go inside the house, wondering fearfully what he would find. He reappeared a few minutes later, looking very grim.
She got out of the car and her legs felt like jelly as she went to meet him. The wind was whistling along the road, blasting icy flakes of snow into her face, and he exclaimed in concern as he turned her round so that he could shelter her from the onslaught of the storm.
‘What’s happened?’ she demanded, her stomach churning with nerves.
‘I’m afraid you’ve had a burst pipe. There’s water pouring down the stairs from the loft,’ he explained gently. He put his arms around her when she gave a small cry of dismay. ‘I hate to add to the scene of woe but obviously water has got into the wiring, which is why the lights aren’t working.’
‘How…how bad is it?’ she asked in a wobbly voice, and felt him shrug.
‘Bad enough that you won’t be able to stay there tonight. If you tell me where the stopcock is I can turn off the water, but you’re going to need a plumber and an electrician to check things out.’
‘That will cost a fortune! And then there’s all the carpets…I expect they’re ruined.’ Laura shook her head but there was no escaping the pictures that were rapidly filling it. It had been hard enough just making ends meet in the eighteen months since Ian had died, so where she would find the money for expensive repairs she had no idea.
Numbly she explained how to turn off the water then went back to the car. Obviously, there was little she could do about the house that night. Instead, she had to concentrate on finding somewhere for her and Robbie to stay. She didn’t have enough money for a hotel and she couldn’t impose on Claire at such short notice.…
‘Right, there’s nothing else we can do until the morning.’ Mark got back in the car and started the engine, shuddering appreciatively as a blast of warm air flowed from the heater. He pulled carefully into the road and headed back the way they’d come.
Laura stared miserably out of the window as her mind raced this way and that, so that it was a moment before she thought to question what was happening. ‘Where are we going?’
‘Home. To my house, that is.’ He barely spared her a glance as he concentrated on the appalling road conditions. The snow had caught everyone unawares and many drivers had abandoned their cars, making driving even more hazardous for other road users.
‘Your house? Oh, but we can’t! I mean, it’s very kind of you but I really can’t impose like that. If you could just take us to…to…’ She couldn’t continue for the simple reason that there wasn’t anywhere she could think of.
‘The only place I’m taking you is to my house.’ Mark’s tone was grim all of a sudden and she shivered as she heard the underlying note of steel it held. It was obvious that once Mark made up his mind he wouldn’t be easily swayed. ‘In case you haven’t noticed, there’s a blizzard blowing and I have no intention of driving round this damned town all night long.’
His voice suddenly softened. ‘Anyway, you won’t be imposing, Laura. I’m happy to have you spend the night with us.’ He gave the softest chuckle. ‘And Lucy will be delighted to see you, I promise.’
Lucy? Was that the name of his wife or his girlfriend even? For some reason she hadn’t given any thought to the fact that Mark might have someone waiting at home for him. Now it seemed to occupy her mind to the exclusion of everything else, even the worry about how she would find the money to pay for the repairs to the house. Yet why should the idea that Mark might be involved in a relationship seem so unpalatable?
Laura had no idea neither did she spend time trying to work it out. She had a feeling that she might find the answer even less to her liking!
‘THIS is Lucy. Isn’t she beautiful?’
There was a note in Mark’s voice that made Laura suspect that he’d guessed what she’d been thinking on the drive to his home. She shot him a quick look, wondering if he’d deliberately set out to tease her, before it struck her how ridiculous that idea was. It was no business of hers if Mark Dawson kept a whole harem in his flat, and they both knew that!
She bent and ran a gentle hand over the white cat’s silky fur as it began to twine around her legs, deeming it wiser to concentrate her thoughts on a safer subject. ‘She’s lovely. Have you had her long?’
‘A couple of years. I found her wandering the streets close to where I used to live in Colchester. She was starving and had obviously been in an accident.’ He shrugged. ‘The vet said that eight out of ten pure white cats are deaf, like Lucy, and most end up getting run over because they can’t hear traffic. I contacted the police but nobody came forward to claim her so I adopted her. She doesn’t go out and seems content to be a house cat.’
He drew Robbie forward, crouching down so that he was level with the child. ‘Come and say hello to Lucy, Robbie. If you stroke her like this…nice and gently…then she’ll be your friend.’
Robbie tentatively ran his hand over the cat’s fur then smiled his delight as Lucy began to twine around his legs. ‘Pretty pussycat,’ he said, kneeling down so that he could tickle her tummy as she rolled onto her back.
‘She is pretty, isn’t she? And she likes you. I can tell.’ Mark hunkered down on his heels, gently running his large hand over the animal’s
