have enjoyed the meal and the lively conversation, during which she learned that Marcus had recently joined the legal chambers near her offices in Broad Street. But with James’s arm brushing hers from time to time, and waves of hostility sizzling across the table from Claudia, it was a relief when Moira finally suggested they all adjourn to the conservatory for coffee.
‘Harriet and I will have ours in the study, love,’ said James.
‘Thank you for a delicious meal, Mrs Graveney,’ said Harriet, surprised to see a look of sympathy in Moira’s distinctive hazel eyes.
‘Do call me Moira. But you weren’t hungry, were you?’
‘On a diet?’ said Claudia sweetly.
‘No. Just a bit tired.’
‘Unlike some people, lazybones, Harriet’s been slaving away all day,’ said Lily in typical sister fashion. ‘And you’re the one on a diet—not that it’s working.’
‘Now then, girls,’ said their brother, and waved them away. ‘You carry on, James. I’ll send coffee in for you.’
James led Harriet to a very masculine panelled room. ‘This is Marcus’s retreat, where sermons were written in the past. When they moved here shortly after their marriage earlier this year, a study was his top priority. Moira’s was the large garden we never had when we were young.’
Harriet sat down in the big leather chair he held out for her and got to the point. ‘So have you brought me in here to read me a sermon, James?’
He held up a hand and went to the door to let in Claudia with a tray. ‘Thanks, sweetheart.’
She reached up and tapped his cheek with a red-tipped finger. ‘Don’t be long.’
Harriet smiled politely as James handed her a cup of coffee. ‘Thank you. So what did you want to talk about?’
He sat behind the desk, the dark-rimmed hazel irises spearing hers. ‘No sermon, but I want some information before I meet your father—for the first time, incidentally, even though he tried to get me sacked from Combe Computers. Does he know who he’s dealing with?’
Harriet raised an eyebrow. ‘Tried?’
He nodded. ‘George Lassiter didn’t actually sack me all those years ago, Harriet. He merely transferred me up to his Newcastle outfit, which got me far away from you, as your father wanted, but kept me very firmly on George’s payroll. He even gave me a rise. I was really good at my job, remember. Or had you forgotten?’
‘No. I hadn’t forgotten.’ Anything. She looked at him steadily. ‘I haven’t told my father who you are other than the client paying good money to hire River House for a party.’
He eyed her grimly. ‘So when I introduce myself he might cancel the whole idea!’
Harriet shook her head. ‘It’s all signed and sealed. My father can’t back out.’ Nor would he if it meant losing such easy money.
‘When Ms Brewster suggested River House as a location I thought I was hearing things.’ James’s smile sent shivers down her spine. ‘It was just too good to pass up.’
‘For payback?’
‘What else?’ He frowned. ‘Yet you don’t actually live in the house any more. What the devil are you doing alone at the Lodge?’
‘I wanted a place of my own.’
‘I can understand that, but if that was your goal why not live down in the town? Or couldn’t you bear to be too far away from Daddy?’ When she made no response to that he eyed her curiously. ‘I thought you’d be married by now.’
‘Ditto!’
He shook his head. ‘After the treatment you dished out, Miss Wilde, I gave up on relationships and concentrated on the really important things in life—success and money.’
‘With spectacular results. I congratulate you.’ She stood up. ‘If that’s all you wanted I’ll go home now, and let you get back to Claudia.’
He laughed. ‘She’s jealous as hell of you, Harriet.’
She eyed him blankly. ‘Really? Why?’
‘I told her that you and I had a fling together once upon a time.’
‘A fling?’ she said with distaste.
He raised a mocking eyebrow. ‘How else would you describe something so unimportant?’
She dropped her eyes. ‘I never thought of it that way.’
‘I’m surprised you ever thought of it at all!’ he said caustically.
‘Are you?’ She looked at her watch. ‘I really must go. Does ten on Saturday work for you?’
‘Perfectly.’ He opened the door for her.
Harriet caught a whiff of soap and expensive wool as she passed him; and something else that was so familiar and singularly James she felt dizzy.
‘Hey,’ he said quickly, ‘are you all right?’
She forced a smile. ‘Too much coffee, and too many late nights.’
‘You’re as white as a sheet,’ he said roughly. ‘Let me drive you home. I’ll get your car back to you tomorrow.’
‘No! Please, I’m fine. I just need to get to bed.’ And, please God, sleep when she got there.
James eyed her closely as they made for the conservatory. ‘You obviously work too hard,’ he said, the familiar husky tone in his voice more pronounced. ‘No change there; you always did, even as a teenager.’
Moira got up with a welcoming smile as they joined the others. ‘You weren’t long.’
‘Mission accomplished,’ said Harriet, and returned the smile warmly. ‘It’s been such a pleasure to meet you. Thank you again for the delicious dinner.’
Moira’s face fell. ‘Surely you’re not leaving already, dear? It’s early, and I’ve had no chance to talk to you!’
Marcus came to stand by his wife. ‘They obviously work you too hard at your firm, Harriet.’
From the look on Claudia’s face, this plainly meant she looked like a hag. Harriet smiled brightly. ‘It’s a busy time right now.’
‘It’s been lovely to meet you. Please come again,’ said Lily eagerly. ‘We don’t know anyone here.’
‘And never likely to out in the wilds like this,’ complained her sister, and pouted at Marcus. ‘All right for you newly-weds, but not much fun for us.’
He gave her a quelling look and put an arm round his wife. ‘Since you city girls only come here on flying visits it’s hardly a problem.’
Time to go, thought Harriet. I get enough angst with my own family.
