The Prince's Bride by Sophie Weston

Author:Sophie Weston
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tule Publishing
Published: 2017-10-12T16:00:00+00:00

But in the morning the world intruded with a vengeance. Mrs Anton called with the news that Poppy had broken her arm and was being airlifted back to Liburno for treatment.

“And all she wants is to be with Moby. Could you possibly bring him to meet us?” Mrs Anton began to cry.

“Poor Poppy,” said Hope in quick sympathy. “Poor you. Of course.”

“I’ll drive you,” said Jonas.

But his cell phone was already beeping. “Have you got a moment?” said Carlo, sounding strained.

The Difficult Client had stormed back into the office, even more vitriolic than normal, with a major commercial dispute that had blown up overnight. He was now threatening to take it to every international court he could think of. Carlo didn’t actually order Jonas back to the office but when he said, “We’re really missing you,” Jonas grimaced.

“Time’s run out on us, sweetheart,” he said to Hope. And to Carlo: “I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Then to Hope: “Did I sound as grudging as I feel?”

She shook her head. “Very supportive.”

“That’s a relief. No one could have a better boss.”

“Then he deserves his great brother.”

“At least we’ll both be in Liburno,” Jonas and Hope said in chorus. They both laughed.

They stood with their arms locked round each other, reluctant to say goodbye.

“I still need to talk to you,” Jonas said, between kisses. “As soon as I’ve dealt this latest crisis.”

“I’ll keep my diary free,” she teased. “Now go. Your brother needs you.”

“You’re a hard woman.” But he disengaged and got into the car. “I’ll call you as soon as I’m out of the meeting.”

She watched him until his car was out of sight.

But Poppy had more than a broken arm. She had suspected concussion. She was certainly not making sense by the time Hope and Moby met them. Hope drove them straight to the clinic from the airport.

Mrs Anton was half mad with worry and didn’t want to let Hope out of her sight. “Have you got another job to go to at the end of the week, Hope?”

“No.”

“Could you stay working for us?”

“Glad to.”

She texted Jonas.

They texted a lot over the next few days. Jonas went off on a rescue mission to the Difficult Client’s lawyers in London while Hope ran a ten-hour working day round Moby and the invalid. When the rest of the family returned from their trip, it went up to fourteen hours. Poppy was still in hospital, not responding as well as everyone had hoped.

Hope texted everything to Jonas as it happened. Sadly, she looked at the family’s schedule and sent: Can’t see me getting away this week.

He replied: Of course you can’t. I’ve got lots of boring work to keep me busy. Don’t worry. Love you.

And then Poppy had a relapse and Mrs Anton asked Hope for another favour. It was a lot tougher.

“Blake’s got this official dinner tonight. We’ve taken a table and he needs a hostess. But I can’t leave Poppy. I can’t. Please help us out, Hope. There’s no one else we could ask this late.

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