A Nurse to Trust by Margaret O'Neill

Author:Margaret O'Neill
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-09-08T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

IT WAS a couple of weeks later that Daniel took Clare out for a meal and to see a play at a small theatre near Minehead. The theatre, with a restaurant attached, only held a couple of hundred people, but it was in a superb setting on a small hill in the shadows of ancient castle ruins.

Daniel pointed to the castle as they got out of the car. ‘That was one of the last Royalist strongholds in the West Country. As you can see, it was pretty well shot to pieces and then left to crumble away.’

‘The ruins look incredibly romantic against the mellow evening sunshine,’ said Clare. ‘It was my favourite period in history when I was at school.’ She touched the velvet sleeve of Daniel’s black evening jacket, which he was wearing over a colourful waistcoat and a tangerine-coloured silk shirt. ‘What side would you have been on, had you been caught up in the Civil War?’

‘The Royalists, of course. I always fancied being a Cavalier,’ he said with a broad smile. ‘I’d have loved to have had a wide-brimmed hat with a socking great big feather in the hatband, to doff to the ladies.’ He sketched a parody of a bow, bending double in front her, pointing a toe and mimicking flourishing a large hat.

No wonder he was dressed rather flamboyantly. ‘You would have looked gorgeous in knee breeches,’ said Clare with a laugh, ‘with a nicely turned ankle and buckled shoes. And as a matter of fact, you look pretty good tonight. Very chic,’ she added.

‘Here, aren’t I supposed to be saying all this to you? A gentleman must compliment his escort, but you’re not giving me the chance.’

His hazel eyes danced with fun. An easy relationship had grown between them over the weeks which now allowed for this sort of banter off duty. Not that there had been much off-duty contact between them. Gratifyingly it had worked better like that. The mobile surgery gave them a common bond, and anything else was happening gradually. Their private pasts still remained largely unexplored and looked likely to remain that way for an indefinite period to come. But at least their earlier differences and misunderstandings now seemed a long way off.

‘You said it all when you came to collect me,’ Clare replied, blushing happily as she recalled the look in his eyes and the way they had lingered on her. ‘“Stunning,” I believe you said. And also, “That blue thing suits you. It matches your eyes.”’

That blue thing, she’d thought, smiling inwardly, had cost an arm and a leg in a little boutique she’d discovered in Taunton. It was made of pure, heavy silk and clung to her breasts from a scooped-out neckline, then moulded itself to her waist and hips, finishing an inch or so above her knees. Even at thirty-four she knew that her legs could take it. They were smooth and golden brown.

She would have liked to have worn high-heeled strappy sandals with the

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