her sister smiled. ‘I vaguely remember him. And I read this magazine article about him a few months ago.’
Sian frowned. ‘You never mentioned it.’
‘No, well … To tell you the truth, Sian, I wasn’t sure you would want to know. It was only a small article, and mainly about the company. But there was a lovely photograph of Jarrett along with it.’
Sian moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. ‘How—how did he look?’
‘Gorgeous!’ Bethany grinned dreamily. ‘Really – gorgeous,’ she repeated enthusiastically. ‘His hair has been bleached blonder by the sun, and he has a deep, deep tan. It looks marvellous against his luminous green eyes. As for his body … !’
‘Bethany!’ Sian was deeply shocked by the desire in her sister’s face, especially for a man she knew only too intimately herself.
‘Well, he was wearing this pair of dark green swimming trunks—just,’ Bethany added pointedly. ‘And as it was a full-length photograph it didn’t leave much to the imagination.’
Sian remembered that body only too well, knew what magic it could induce when you least expected it. She had known that seduction herself, and she feared for her impressionably young sister. At nineteen Bethany was still very immature in some ways. Sian knew that that was partly her fault, that she had been over-protective of her sister since their mother died, but she knew that Bethany was much too naïve to cope with the complexities of a man like Jarrett. No one woman was experienced or sophisticated enough to cope with that.
‘He’s too old for you, Bethany,’ she said abruptly.
‘Only thirty-six.’ She gave Sian a sideways glance. ‘You’re only three years older than me, and you didn’t think he was too old for you.’
To explain to Bethany that Jarrett had been the reason for her own growing-up would be to reveal too much. ‘Well, I can tell you now that Daddy won’t approve. Especially if he hears the way you’ve been talking about him!’
‘You aren’t going to tell him?’ her sister groaned. ‘I haven’t even met Jarrett yet. At least give me a chance.’
Sian very much doubted that Jarrett would be interested in Bethany; youth and naïveté were something he had sworn to stay away from when he had walked out on nineteen-year-old Sian. In many ways Bethany was even more immature than she had been three years ago, and surely wouldn’t appeal to a man as jaded as Jarrett.
He sounded as if he had changed little, as if he had remained as lithe and attractive as ever. The local girls of Swannell wouldn’t know what had hit them when he came back to town!
Bethany’s thoughts seemed to be running along the same lines. ‘Of course I’ll have to get in first,’ she frowned. ‘I wonder where he’ll stay?’
Sian served the salad and steak for lunch, putting the hot potatoes in a vegetable bowl in the centre of the table, expecting her father at any moment. He always arrived home from his accountancy office at exactly one-thirty, and she always had his lunch waiting for him.
She shrugged. ‘The Swan,’ she named the local hotel and public house. ‘It’s the only place he can stay.’ Swannell didn’t boast more than the one hotel, although the one they had was of a good quality. The way Jarrett had been living the last three years it would need to be to get his patronage!
‘Mm, I suppose so.’ Bethany chewed thoughtfully on her bottom lip.
Sian sighed. ‘Did it ever occur to you that he might be bringing his wife with him?’
‘Wife?’ Her sister blinked her surprise. ‘But he isn’t married—is he?’ she added uncertainly.
‘How would I know?’ Sian’s tone was tight.
‘Well, I—I just thought you might.’ Bethany frowned.
‘Oh, damn! You don’t think he is, do you?’
‘I have no idea.’
‘Aren’t you interested?’
Interested? In whether or not Jarrett had a wife? Once upon a time Sian would have been very interested. But not any more. Jarrett could have had a dozen wives the last three years—and with his sex drive that was possible!—and she wouldn’t give a damn. She was engaged to Chris, wasn’t interested in Jarrett’s movements any more.
‘No,’ she answered flatly.
‘Well, I would have thought in the circumstances—’
‘Serve the steaks, Bethany,’ she interrupted abruptly. ‘I just heard Daddy come in.’
Their father’s arrival home was a welcome interruption to what was turning out to be a painful conversation, and her smile was bright and welcoming as he came into the kitchen. He was a man in his late fifties, his hair still thick, but iron-grey, his eyes the same deep blue as Bethany’s, his frame leaner than it used to be owing to a heart attack several years ago, the doctor ordering him to lose weight at the time, weight he had never regained. Sian took after her mother, the mother who had died while both girls were still at school.
‘What a welcome sight for any man!’ her father greeted jovially, sitting down at the table.
‘Steak and salad?’ Sian derided.
His smile deepened. ‘No, my two beautiful daughters waiting for me when I get home. Although no one would think you were sisters. I think I’d blame you on the milk man, Bethany, if you didn’t look exactly like my mother.’
It was a long-standing family joke about the difference between the two sisters, Bethany being tiny and explosive, Sian tall and cool, but they all laughed together nonetheless.
together. Yes, they were a very ‘together’ family, and it was something Sian had come to treasure over the years. She had taken care of her father and Bethany since she was fourteen years old, and when she and Chris married they intended to continue living here. Chris had easily fallen in with the idea of staying in the house that was more than big enough for all of them without them tripping over each other every minute of the day.
‘Sian’s more likely to be the result of the milkman,’ Bethany teased. ‘He has red hair!’
‘So he does,’ their father chuckled.
Sian was used to this playful teasing, but knew that with her red hair and hazel eyes she looked exactly like her mother.
As usual lunch was a lighthearted affair, Jarrett King seemingly forgotten by Bethany for a few minutes. Their father left to return to his office at two o’clock, and Bethany disappeared upstairs once they had done the washing-up together.
Sian followed her up a few minutes later, waiting until her sister had come off the telephone before talking to her. ‘Shouldn’t you be getting back?’ She frowned at the chaos that was her sister’s bedroom, clothes and magazines strewn everywhere.
‘Mm.’ Bethany had a self-satisfied smile on her face, unconcerned with the mess about her. ‘I just checked at the Swan. Jarrett’s due there any day now.’
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