A Family of His Own by Liz Fielding

Author:Liz Fielding [Fielding, Liz]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2004-12-01T23:00:00+00:00

Kay scarcely noticed the walk home. Someone spoke to her and she replied, but could not have said who, or what was said. Only that a few minutes later she found herself at her gate.

How was it that after a really intense kiss she’d felt safe enough, sufficiently in control to contemplate working for Dominic Ravenscar, yet that single touch to his hand had felt like the most dangerous thing she’d ever done?

Even now, the tips of her fingers tingled and she curled them hard against the palm of her hand in a vain attempt to put a stop to the disturbing sensation before it spread up her arm and escaped into the rest of her body. Tingling like that could cause total havoc in a confined space. Such as the heart.

Amy had tried to warn her that the situation was explosive; if she hadn’t gone quite so far as to declare that it would all end in tears, her restrained silence had been a master class in eloquence.

But had she been listening? No. Well, yes…but all she’d heard was the doubt in Amy’s voice. Or had it been fear that she’d get hurt? Or, worse, that Polly might suffer from any emotional backlash? She had every right…

She’d just have to be more careful in future. No touching. Not even thinking about touching. Definitely no tingling.

She’d just get on with the job, work at getting her fledgling business off the ground and into the air. And she’d be herself. A good neighbour. Maybe that would be enough.

Kay’s confused train of thought was distracted by a basket tucked under the bench in her back porch. She put Sara Ravenscar’s notebooks on the bench and pulled it out.

There was an envelope tucked into the handle, but she didn’t need a note to tell her who had left it. It was one of the expensive gift baskets from the “Amaryllis Jones” aromatherapy range, produced by Amy’s company and sold in the chain of shops she controlled. Although she always went to London on a Monday, she’d still found the time to call and make her peace…

She withdrew the card and read, “Kay, darling, you might find these useful. With love, Amy.”

Useful?

Opening the basket, she saw that it wasn’t an off-the-shelf package with pampering creams and soaps, but a rather more workmanlike range of essential oils. She picked one of them out of the basket. Bergamot. Like all the citrus oils, it was uplifting, alleviated depression. She knew that much. There was camomile, too. And rose absolute, one of Amy’s favourites. She used it to relieve emotional distress. Had used it on her…

Useful.

‘Oh, I see,’ she said. Clever Amy. Kind Amy. This wasn’t a simple peace offering, but a purely practical gift. A reminder that if she wanted to help Dominic, she should be thinking laterally.

How she was going to use it to help him was another matter entirely. She didn’t think that anything as direct as offering him a massage would be well received.

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