The Unmarried Husband by Cathy Williams

Author:Cathy Williams [Williams, Cathy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin Enterprises
Published: 2012-01-14T17:39:34+00:00

‘Well ...you’re from that hippie generation of peace and love and all that, aren’t you?’

‘It was a bit before my time, actually.’

‘Well, I still think that you should get out there and test the water.’

‘Thank you for your advice. I hope you haven’t been following it yourself, miss.’ It was a clever ploy, turning the tables. In the mirror, she could see her daughter’s face redden. ‘Just the other day you were lecturing me about boyfriends!’

‘Are you sleeping with anyone?’

‘Really! Mum!’ Not a denial, but there was enough horror in the voice for Jessica to know that Lucy had not yet begun those games, and she inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. ‘I’m going to change into my swimming costume,’ Lucy said, heaving herself off the bed, ‘if staying here means having to answer a bunch of nosy questions.’

‘Lunch is outside,’ Jessica said mildly.

‘I’m not sure where; probably by the swimming pool. In fifteen minutes. Please do the polite thing and show up on time.’

‘I might,’ Lucy informed her airily, heading out of the room.

‘I might not.’

But, thankfully, she was there when Jessica finally found her way to the pool twenty minutes later. Maddie had laid the table outside with a spread of cold food. Mark and Lucy had obviously partaken of some, and were now in the swimming pool. Anthony, sitting under the umbrella with just his swimming trunks on, looked at her as she approached. ‘Aren’t you going to have a dip?’ he asked, as soon as she sat down.

‘I forgot to bring my costume.’ Thank heavens. It was distracting enough having to look at this man in just his bathing trunks, without the embarrassment of semi-nudity on her part as well.

Why was she so aware of him? She commented politely on the food, slipped on a pair of sunglasses, sipped some of the fresh lemonade and tried not to notice the sheer perfection of his body. His stomach was flat, hard, with dark hair spiralling out of sight beneath the waistband of the trunks. Jessica felt her imagination begin to fly, and stoutly anchored it firmly back on terra firma.

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