Bachelors Galore (Collected Works of Essie Summers Book 4) by Essie Summers

Author:Essie Summers [Summers, Essie]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Fíor House
Published: 2022-09-30T00:00:00+00:00

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Perhaps Joy got more pleasure out of her shopping expedition than Marty did, though Marty managed to respond satisfactorily enough to please Joy, who flung herself into it heart and soul.

The result took Morgan’s breath away, when he called for her. Marty looked about eighteen, tall and girlish in filmy white, with a fichu swathed across her creamy shoulders and caught low at her breast with a nosegay of yellow rosebuds. It clipped in tightly at her waist, then flowed out in tiers of flounces to the floor, and a trail of the yellow rosebuds clung to the skirt. Lennie had been in on it too, and had presented her with a cameo necklace and earrings. Marty had been enchanted, and touched to tears.

‘You spoil me, both of you,’ she had said, wiping the tears away.

Lennie had grinned. ‘We think of you as our little sister,’ he said, then to Marty when he got her on her own: ‘We mean that, you know. You don’t know just what you mean to Joy. She has never had any family of her own. I’ve tried to make up to her for it, and she’s never let the scars show, but how she has longed for a sister or brother. You’ve not got anyone of your own left either, Marty, so there is a bond between you. Let Joy give you what she wants to. I know you’re rather independent, and afraid to take too much, but it means so much to Joy.’

Marty had smiled mistily. These dear, dear people. She hoped she would never do anything to hurt them.

‘All right, Lennie . . . as long as I don’t appear to take all.’

Morgan looked down on her as they drove off under the stars.

‘What a night,’ he said, his eyes warm. ‘What a night, what a dress, what a woman!’ His hand touched hers.

Marty lifted her face towards him, her eyes clear and candid.

‘But that’s all it is, Morgan; just starshine and fine feathers!’ There was warning in her tone. Morgan sighed.

When they reached the Blair Hill homestead it was like fairyland. The lovely garden beneath the shadow of Blair Peak was threaded with coloured lights like fireflies. Chinese lanterns gleamed from the wistaria-wreathed verandahs and shone from the rosy mass of a great hawthorn tree. The old house, built in the colonial yester-year style, was ablaze with lights.

Marty was welcomed warmly by Morgan’s mother and swept upstairs with the other girls, laughing and chattering. She presented her gift to Stephanie, who was charmed with it . . . a Dresden china shepherdess . . . and then Marty came downstairs again, just as Louise made her entrance, with her mother and Philip behind her.

Marty knew a ridiculous wave of gladness because Mrs Morgan had evidently driven over with Louise and Philip.

Louise was breathtaking in a frock that must have cost far more than any other frock in the room. It breathed Paris. It had a high plain

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