Melting The Iceman by Maxine Barry

Author:Maxine Barry
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: AudioGO
Published: 2008-10-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

Laurel recognised the Morgan at once, of course. How could she ever forget it, after sailing across its bonnet in such a spectacular fashion? Or, after realising the extent of her feelings for its owner, how was she ever likely to forget anything that was even remotely connected with Dr Gideon Welles?

After telling her yesterday that he hadn’t needed her help in investigating the missing chalice, she’d let him have the last word and storm off, but only because she’d needed time to regroup herself.

It was a bit of a problem, realising for the first time that you’d fallen flat-out, no-fooling, in love with a man—who probably couldn’t stand the sight of you.

But she was not one to let such obstacles stand in her way, and so after moping about the house and getting slightly drunk last night, she’d gone to bed, had a good cry, and then risen that morning in a far more determined frame of mind.

First things first.

She’d cancelled all her other appointments scheduled for her British visit, and would no doubt be hearing from her uncles very soon. But she’d cross that bridge when she came to it.

Her father had never allowed anyone to doubt or threaten his position as head of the show, and she would have to start off as she meant to go on if she were to follow his example.

Which meant that, if she deemed it necessary to stay in Oxford and safeguard the good name and reputation of the Van Gilder chair, then that’s what she’d do. And her family had better go along with her thinking . . . or else.

Or else what, was something she had not yet got around to working out.

She’d showered and washed her hair, humming defiantly cheerfully as she did so, and dressed in a deep burgundy pair of slacks with a cream and burgundy cashmere sweater. Over that she wore a long grey, sheepskin-lined coat, and ankle boots of the same colour.

She’d arranged her hair in a loose plait, and left it laying against her spine, where it swung to and fro as she marched confidently down the Woodstock Road towards St Bede’s. She’d just reached the main gates, when she had spotted the Morgan pulling out of the narrow alleyway and signalling left.

Grimly, before she could pause to think, she quickly ran down the remaining few yards of pavement and stepped firmly into the line of the Morgan’s path.

Gideon swore savagely and slammed on the brakes. The angry squeal that came from the classic car caused a few pedestrians to glance their way curiously.

Gideon, from his low bucket seat, glared at her through the windscreen. ‘Are you determined to kill yourself by throwing yourself under my car in particular, or will any poor motorist do?’ he snapped.

Laurel grinned at him widely. No doubt about it, she’d picked a prime specimen to finally fall in love with. Tall—that was an understatement!—good-looking, very intelligent, and with just a hint of repressed sexuality that she was going to enjoy playing with.

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