September Morning by Diana Palmer

Author:Diana Palmer [Palmer, Diana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781460345344
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-09-16T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

She was purposely late for breakfast, and when she got downstairs she glanced around quickly, hoping to find that Blake had already eaten.

Maude was just finishing a piece of toast across from Phillip, who was sipping his coffee. Blake, Dick Leeds and Vivian were nowhere in sight.

“My, aren't you dressed up,” Maude commented, her approving glance resting on Kathryn's pretty beige suit and crepe de chine eggshell blouse with its neat bow. Her hair was drawn into a soft chignon, with wisping curls around her face, her feet encased in spike-heel open-toed sandals in beige and brown. She looked the picture of working womanhood.

“Trendy-looking,” Phillip added with a wink. “Where are you off to in your fine feathers, little bird?”

“I'm going to get a job,” she said with a cool smile.

Maude choked on her toast and had to be thumped on the back by Phillip.

“A job?” she gasped. “Doing what, Kathryn?”

“It depends on what I can find,” the younger woman said with a stubborn light in her green eyes. “Now, don't argue, Maude,” she added, catching the quick disapproval in the pale, dark-eyed face.

“I wasn't going to, dear,” Maude protested. “I was just going to ask how you planned to tell Blake.”

“She already has,” Blake told them, appearing in the doorway dressed in a becoming gray suit with a patterned tie that emphasized his darkness. “Let's go, Kate.”

She sat there almost trembling with emotion, her wide green eyes pleading with him, even as she knew she wasn't going to fight. All her resolutions vanished when Blake confronted her. After yesterday, all the fight was gone, anyway. She didn't have the heart for it anymore.

“She hasn't had breakfast,” Phillip observed.

“She'll learn to get downstairs in time, won't she?” Blake replied, and there was something vaguely menacing about the way he was looking at his younger brother.

Phillip grinned sheepishly. “Just an observation, big brother.” He laughed.

Blake's dark eyes went to Kathryn, skimming over her possessively. “I said, let's go.”

She got up, leaving a cup of fresh coffee and a plate of scrambled eggs behind her as she followed him out into the hall apprehensively.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

Both heavy brows went up. He opened the front door for her. “To work, of course.”

“But, I don't have a job yet.”

“Yes, you do.”

“What as?” she asked.

“My secretary.”

She followed him out to his dark sedan in a daze, only speaking when they were going down the driveway at Blake's usual fast pace.

“Did I hear you right?” she asked, and stared at his profile with unconcealed disbelief.

“You did.” He took out his cigarette case and extracted a cigarette from it as he drove, leaning over to push in the cigarette lighter.

“But, Blake, I can't work for you,” she protested.

His dark eyes scanned her face briefly. “Why not?”

“I can't type fast enough,” she said, grasping at straws. Having to be near him all day, every day, would be more agony than ecstasy.

“You're about average, little one. You'll do.” He lit his cigarette and pushed the lighter back in place.

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