Marriage On Trial. Lee WilkinsonЧитать онлайн книгу.
agreed, coming to stand behind her shoulder.
Awkwardly, she went on, ‘So don’t you think it would make sense to—?’
‘You’re quite right,’ he broke in smoothly. ‘Rather than risk an accident, it would make more sense to stay here.’
‘N-no, I didn’t mean that,’ she stammered. ‘You can’t possibly stay here. There’s only one bedroom.’
‘I’m quite willing to sleep on the couch.’
Panic-stricken, she cried, ‘No, I don’t want you to do that…’
His brows shot up. ‘I see! Well, if you want me to share your bed, I’ll be happy to stand in for Beaumont.’
‘That wasn’t what I meant!’
He sighed. ‘Pity. For a moment I thought—’
‘And you know quite well it wasn’t.’
His grin confirming that he’d just been baiting her, he said with mock resignation, ‘So the couch it is.’
With growing desperation, she clutched at straws. ‘But you don’t have any night things… And surely your hotel can’t be too far away?’
‘I do have some night things,’ he contradicted her calmly. ‘What I don’t have is a hotel. You see, I hadn’t planned on staying in town. My intention was to go on to Saltmarsh.’
‘Saltmarsh?’ The word was only a whisper.
Unbidden, her mind produced a series of vivid pictures. The town of Saltmarsh, with its narrow streets and half-timbered houses, its air of time standing still… Saltmarsh Island, some mile long by half a mile wide, connected to the mainland by a causeway which was only passable at low tide… Saltmarsh House, the beautiful old house that dominated the island…
‘It’s in Essex. Have you ever been there?’ Quinn’s glance was searching.
Her mind still full of images, she shook her head mutely.
‘It was once a thriving coastal town; now it’s a sleepy backwater with a population of a few thousand. My father used to live just off shore, on an island connected by a causeway.’
Used to? Henry Durville had once told her he would never willingly leave his home.
Had he become too ill to remain there? She saw Quinn’s eyes narrow, and for one frightening second thought she’d asked the question aloud.
But of course she hadn’t. Making an effort to pull herself together, Elizabeth went back to the real issue. ‘I’m quite sure you could find a hotel. There are several not too far away.’
‘I’m quite sure you’re right,’ he agreed easily. ‘But, taking everything into consideration, I’d rather stay here.’
She found herself begging. ‘No… Please…’
‘What are you so scared of? Don’t you trust me not to wander in the night?’
It wasn’t that. By his own admission he was married, and she was oddly convinced that he was a man who wouldn’t cheat on his wife.
As she began to shake her head, he went on, ‘If that’s it, I promise I won’t move off the couch.’
‘No, it isn’t.’
A gleam in his eye, he suggested, ‘You’re scared that with such a build-up of frustration you’ll wander?’
‘Nothing of the kind!’
‘Then why are you so against me staying until morning?’
She wanted him to go now. At once. Wanted never to have to see him again. The thought of him being here under her roof until morning was unendurable.
Hoarsely, she said, ‘Richard would be furious if he found out.’
‘Then we won’t tell him. Now, if you could just rustle up a spare pillow and a blanket, I’ll fetch my things in.’
Shrugging into his jacket, he went out to the car, leaving the door slightly ajar.
Feeling sick and helpless, she stood rooted to the spot, watching swirls of fog drifting into the room and disappearing like wraiths in the warmer air.
A moment or two later she heard the boot lid being closed. Only then, as though some part of her mind had just kicked in, she hurried to the door and slammed it shut. If he couldn’t see to drive, he could walk to the nearest hotel.
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