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you would need,’ he stated thoughtfully, his glance lighting briefly on her long length of leg in the short shorts, ‘is somewhere you can lay your head, and somewhere where at the same time you can stable that—’
‘Her name is Ruby,’ Phinn cut in, starting to bridle. ‘The flea-bitten old nag, as you so delight-fully called her, is Ruby.’
‘I apologise,’ he replied, and that surprised her so much she could only stand there and blink. And blink again when he went on. ‘Do you know, I really don’t think I can allow you to go back to Honeysuckle Farm? It—’
‘How did you know I intended to go there?’ she gasped in amazement. Surely Mickie hadn’t…?
He hadn’t. ‘I didn’t know. That is I wasn’t sure until you just this minute confirmed it.’
‘Clever devil!’ she sniffed. Then quickly realised that she was in a hole that looked like getting bigger and bigger—if she couldn’t do something about it. ‘Look,’ she said, taking a deep breath, ‘I know you’re cross with me—full-time, permanently. But I wouldn’t harm the place. I’d—’
‘Out of the question,’ he cut in forthrightly.
‘Why?’ she demanded, when common sense told her she was going about this in totally the wrong way.
‘There aren’t any services up there for a start.’
‘I won’t need any. I’ve got a supply of candles. And it’s too warm for me to need heating. And…’
‘And what if it rains and the roof leaks?’
‘It doesn’t. I was up there the other…’ Oh, grief—just think before you speak!
‘You’ve been inside?’ he demanded. ‘You still have a key?’
‘Yes and no.’ He looked impatient. She hated him.
‘Yes, I’ve been inside. And, no, I haven’t got a key.’
‘You got in—how?’
It wouldn’t have taken much for her to tell him to get lost, but she was still hopeful of moving back to Honeysuckle Farm tomorrow. ‘I—um—got in through one of the bedroom windows,’ she confessed.
‘You climbed in…’ He shook his head slightly, as if hardly believing this female. ‘You include breaking and entering in your list of skills?’
‘I’m desperate!’ she exclaimed shortly. ‘Ruby’s not well, and—’ She broke off. Damn the man. It must still be shock—she was feeling weepy again. She turned her back on him, wanting to order him out, but ready to swallow her pride and plead with him if she had to.
But then, to her astonishment and to her disbelieving ears, she discovered that she did not have to plead with him at all. Because, staggeringly, Ty Allardyce was stating, ‘I think we can find you somewhere a bit better than the present condition of Honeysuckle Farm to live.’
Things like that just did not happen for people like Delphinnium Hawkins—well, not lately anyhow. She stared at him open-mouthed. He didn’t like her. She definitely didn’t like him. So why? ‘For Ruby too?’ she asked slowly.
‘For Ruby too,’ he confirmed.
‘Where?’ she asked, not believing it but desperately wanting to.
‘Up at the Hall. You could come and live with—’
‘Now, wait a minute!’ she cut in bluntly. ‘I don’t know what you think I am, but let me tell—’
‘Oh, for heaven’s sake!’ He cut her off irritably. Then, taking a steadying breath, let her know that she could not be more wrong. ‘While I’ll acknowledge you may have the best pair of legs I’ve seen in a while—and the rest of you isn’t so bad either…’ She refused to visibly blench, because he must be referring to the sight he’d had of her well-proportioned breasts, pink tips protruding. ‘I have better things to do with my free time than want to bed one of the village locals!’
Village locals! Well, that put her in her place. ‘You should be so lucky!’ she sniffed. But, with Ruby in mind, she could not afford to be offended for very long. ‘Why would you want me living up at the Hall?’
‘Shall we sit down?’ he suggested.
Perhaps her legs would be less on display if she sat down. Phinn moved to one chair and he went and occupied the other one. Then, waiting until she looked ready to listen, he began, ‘You did me a service today that will render me forever in your debt.’
‘Oh, I wouldn’t say that.’ She shrugged off his comment, but realised then that he now knew all about his brother’s attack of cramp. ‘See where trespassing will get you!’
‘Had you not trespassed…had you not been there—’ He broke off. ‘It doesn’t bear thinking about,’ he said, his jaw clenching as if he was getting on top of some emotion.
‘Ash wasn’t to know that that part of the pool is treacherous. That you have to stick strictly to the shallows if you want to swim,’ she attempted lightly.
But Ty was not making light of it, and seemed to know precisely how tragic the consequences could have been. ‘But you knew it. And even so—according to Ash when he was able to reflect back—you did the finest and fastest running racing dive he’d ever seen. He said that you dived straight in, not a moment’s hesitation, to get him out.’
‘Had you arrived a little earlier than you did, I’d have happily let you go in,’ she murmured, starting to feel a touch embarrassed. With relief she saw, unexpectedly, the way Ty’s mouth had picked up at the corners and knew her attempt at humour—her intimation that she would quite happily have let him take his chances on drowning—had reached his own sense of humour.
Though he was not to be drawn away from the seriousness of their discussion it seemed, because he continued. ‘You saved my brother’s life with not a thought for your own, when you knew full well about that treacherous side of the pool. You went straight in.’
‘I did stop to kick my sandals off and yank my dress over my head,’ she reminded him, again attempting to make light of it.
But then wished that she hadn’t, when grey eyes looked straight into hers and he commented, ‘I have not forgotten,’ adding in a low murmur, ‘I doubt I ever shall. I thought you’d been skinny-dipping at first.’ He brought himself up short. ‘Anyhow, Ash—for all he’s lost a lot of weight—is still quite heavy. Had he struggled, you could both have drowned. Dear God—’He broke off again, swallowing down his anguish.
Seeing his mental torment, and even if she didn’t like him, Phinn just had to tell him, ‘Ash didn’t struggle. It wasn’t an attempt at suicide, if that’s what you think. It was cramp, pure and simple. The water’s icy there. There’s a deep shelf…He…’
Ty Allardyce smiled then. It was the first smile he had ever directed at her and her heart went thump. He was so handsome! ‘I know he wasn’t attempting to take his own life,’ he agreed. ‘But from that remark it’s obvious that you’ve observed that my brother is…extremely vulnerable at the moment.’
Phinn nodded. Yes, she knew that. ‘I know you blame me in part, but truthfully there was nothing I could have done to stop it. I mean, I didn’t know that Leanne would—er—break it off with him the way she did.’
‘Perhaps I was unfair to blame you,’ Ty conceded. ‘But to get to other matters—Ash tells me you have a problem, with no job and no home for you and your—Ruby. I,’ he stated, ‘am in a position to offer you both.’
A home and a job? Things like this just did not happen. ‘I don’t want your charity!’ she erupted.
‘My God, you’re touchy!’ Ty bit back. But then, looking keenly at her, ‘You’re not…? Are you in shock? Starting to suffer