Remember (1991) by Barbara Taylor Bradford

Author:Barbara Taylor Bradford [Bradford, Barbara Taylor]
Format: mobi
Published: 2010-12-19T00:39:36.562000+00:00

"Charles

Devereaux, "he responded as hegrasped her hand in a f I'm grip.

Nicky found herself looking into a pair of green eyes, the clearestgreen eyesshe had everseen. They continued to stareateach other, their hands still clasped. Nicky was experiencing an overwhelmin, and spontaneous attraction to him.

His scrutiny was intense, and she knew that he was as taken with her as she was with him. Her face grew warm and she felt the color rising from her neck to suffuse her face.

"You re blushing, Miss Wells. Are you not accustomed to having a man look atyou with undisguised admiration?"

Nicky gaped at him, feeling suddenly tongue-tied and at a loss.

He was certainly direct, and not in the least impeded by social conventions. Hegot straight to the point. Very brash, especually for an Englishman, and an aristocratat that, she thoughtand smiled inwardly. She rather liked his directnessj it was refreshing, if a little unnerving. And she found his upper-class English voice a joy to listen to. It was beautiful, the voice of a Shakespearean actor, full of color and cadences and rhythms.

Richard Burton, she thought. He sounds like Richard Burton.

Charles said, "You're very silent--oh dear, I'm afraid I've embarrassed you, Miss Wells."

"No, you haven't, and please call me Nicky."

"I will. And please, do excuse my bad manners. But you are very beautiful, you know. Undoubtedly the most beautiful woman I've ever met."

"Beware of a suave Englishman paying lavish compliments." Leaning back, she eyed him carefully, with a certain amusement.

"I meant what I saud. Look here, will you have dinner with me on

Monday evening? In London. Just the two of us. I want to get to know you better."

"Yes, I'll have dinner with you, I'd love it, " Nicky found herself saying.

"Excellent. We'll have an intimate dinner in a quiet little restaurant. Leave it to me, I know the ideal spot. Areyou stayingat

Claridge's with your parents?"

"Yes."

"I'll pick you up at seven o'clock. Please be prompt. I can * bear to be kept waitin by women. And dress simply, even casually. The place where we'll be dining is not very fancy."

"Areyou always this dictatorial, Mr. Devereaux?"

"Call me Charles and no, I'm not. I do apologize. I didn't intend to sound so insufferable."

"Youdidn't, notreally."

"I have a confession to make."

"Oh. So soon in our relationship?"Nicky quipped, raising her brows.

Charles chuckled. "Ah, a sense of humor, I see, as well as a perfect face. Almost too good to be true." He chuckled again, and told her in that mellifluous voice of his, "A week ago today I went to fetch your parentsfrom the hotel, to drive them down here for the weekend. In their suite I saw a photograph of you." He took a deep breath, and if rushed with some deliberation, "I was utterly bowled over by you. " Nicky could think of nothing to say.

Charles went on, "Your mother caught me studying your photograph, and she told me all aboutyou. "He paused and there was a vey direct look in hisgreen eyes when he added, "I'm afraid I haven't been able to get you out of my mind since then.

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