Marriage On Command. Lindsay Armstrong

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      Damien watched her for a long, intent moment.

      “There is one way to hold on to Plover Park.”

      “What’s that?” Lee asked without too much hope.

      “We could get married.”

      I’ve died and gone to heaven. Lee’s lips parted incredulously as the thought shot across her mind. Then sanity prevailed.

       “Not a real marriage, I take it?”

      “Would you like it to be?”

      Marriage on Command

      Lindsay Armstrong

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      Contents

      CHAPTER ONE

      CHAPTER TWO

      CHAPTER THREE

      CHAPTER FOUR

      CHAPTER FIVE

      CHAPTER SIX

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      CHAPTER EIGHT

      CHAPTER NINE

      CHAPTER TEN

      CHAPTER ONE

      DAMIEN MOORE was tall, dark and unimpressed, Lee Westwood decided as he raised an enigmatic eyebrow after scanning her thoroughly.

      True, she acknowledged inwardly as she sat in the chair he had waved a negligent hand towards, she was not as formally dressed as those who worked in the hushed and hallowed legal offices of Moore & Moore. But her newest pair of jeans, although not that new, were sharply pressed, her short brown boots were shining and her green blouse had been carefully chosen to match her eyes. In fact she couldn’t remember taking as much care to co-ordinate her appearance for quite some time. Her shoulder-length auburn hair shone, as it always did, and was tied back neatly.

      The one slightly jarring note was her old string bag, which she looped over the arm of the chair—she’d forgotten to change it for something more chic and, as usual, it bulged.

      True, too, she reflected, that she had expected the senior partner of Moore & Moore to be older. This man was in his middle thirties at the most, she judged. Nor had it entered her expectations that he would be quite as devastatingly attractive, with lean lines, broad shoulders, clever dark eyes set in an intelligent face and a definite air of command. Well, perhaps that was to be expected, she amended her thoughts as he sat down behind a hugely impressive desk.

      However, she wasn’t going to allow this extremely good-looking but superior lawyer to intimidate her for any reason. And she said coolly, ‘I need some legal advice, Mr Moore.’

      He sat back in his exquisitely tailored charcoal suit and made a steeple of his fingers. ‘So you informed my secretary on many an occasion, I gather,’ he replied dryly.

      ‘It’s not easy to get an appointment with you,’ Lee shot back. ‘It’s obvious you value yourself very highly, Mr Moore,’ she added tartly.

      A stray glint of amusement lit his fine dark eyes for a moment. ‘My fees certainly don’t come cheap,’ he said, ‘but if that’s a problem for you I’m not sure why you persevered to the extent of driving my secretary up the wall, Miss…uh—’ he consulted the file in front of him ‘—Westwood?’

      ‘Well, I’ll tell you, Mr—uh—Moore,’ Lee parodied, ‘I did some research and it seems to me that you are the best in the business. It’s that simple.’ She shrugged her slim shoulders, as if to say it was incomprehensible to her at the moment, but she would go along with it anyway, and added, ‘I’ve got the strong feeling that’s what I need, you see. On the subject of your fees, incidentally, I have a nest egg that should take care of them.’

      Damien Moore resisted the urge to smile as he studied the snippy redhead seated opposite him. She had driven his secretary mad—no mean feat—and he got the strange feeling his wisest course would be to pack her off before she drove him mad. But really, he mused, how could a thin, young—twenty-three?—redhead, who appeared to have all her possessions packed into a bulging string bag, do that?

      He sat up abruptly. ‘All right, Miss Westwood, tell me what kind of trouble you’ve got yourself into.’

      Lee looked pained. ‘I haven’t got myself into any trouble at all—I’m extremely law abiding!’

      ‘So why are you here?’ he asked impatiently.

      ‘My grandparents…’ She paused to collect her thoughts. ‘They were persuaded to invest their life savings into a dubious investment scheme. Not only did they get no return for their money, but the principal has disappeared into thin air—the scheme was a scam right from the start,’ she said intensely.

      Damien Moore twirled a silver pen in his fingers and looked sceptical. ‘Firstly, why am I not dealing with your grandparents?’

      ‘They…’ Lee hesitated. ‘They’re the salt of the earth—they brought me up when my parents died in a car accident when I was six—but…well, they’re rather unworldly. I guess,’ she said awkwardly, ‘that’s why they fell for it in the first place.’ Her expression hardened. ‘But I intend to get back every penny they lost!’

      ‘I see. That’s where I come in, I presume?’

      ‘To be honest—’ Lee looked wry for a moment ‘—I was hoping to be able to achieve it on my own. I didn’t succeed.’

      ‘I hesitate to ask this, but what means have you already undertaken to get back your grandparents’ life savings?’ he enquired.

      Lee threaded her fingers together and took her time about replying. ‘I went to the police, but they seemed to think if there was any problem it was a civil matter. The contract contained the fine print

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