Six Australian Heroes. Margaret Way
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come and help you.’
She tossed him such a sparkling look of outrage, he laughed softly and said, ‘On the other hand, I’ve had my shower and changed.’
‘I never thought you actually meant it!’
‘I wouldn’t put it to the test, shower or no shower, Rhiannon. And I wouldn’t be too sure you wouldn’t enjoy it, either.’
Their gazes clashed but, although his was still amused, she’d had at least two demonstrations of the lengths Lee Richardson would go to to get his own way today.
Not only that but she was also afflicted by a sudden vision of them showering together, of him soaping her body and.
She switched her mental vision off with an audible click, audible only to her. But her heels did click on the kitchen tiles as she turned away from him and swept out.
It was when she was spraying on her perfume, a precious bottle given to her for Christmas by her aunt, that Andrea Richardson came back to mind suddenly.
She’d done everything Lee had suggested—soaked in the bath, washed her hair and changed her clothes for taupe linen trousers and a lime-green silky knit top cinched into her waist with a wide bronze belt.
But she couldn’t help wondering suddenly what place Ross Richardson’s widow held in the family now. Obviously not a happy one but surely she deserved some status?
She shrugged, checked her reflection and took a deep breath.
‘Not such a bad idea after all,’ Lee said to her over a red and white checked tablecloth and an oil lamp on the restaurant veranda.
‘No,’ Rhiannon had to agree.
She’d managed to put her somewhat tortured animosity towards this man on hold but she had to admit he’d helped by being strictly companionable in a non-threatening way.
And, true to Sharon’s prediction, he’d tackled a large steak while she had made a much smaller meal of whiting fillets but enjoyed it.
She smiled, albeit a little reluctantly. ‘The amazing thing is that I was actually hungry.’
‘It must be a problem for a passionate cook, a soupçon here and there too many.’
‘Yes,’ she fingered her wine glass delicately, ‘you need to be strong-willed.’
‘I believe you are, Rhiannon, and not only when it comes to cooking.’
‘Probably. It may also take one to know one.’
He raised a dark eyebrow at her. ‘Are we trading insults again?’
She raised her glass and sipped her wine as she looked at him through her lashes. ‘I don’t know. Are we?’
He smiled, that sudden, unexpected smile that wreaked so much havoc. ‘Oh, I think so. I think we rather enjoy it. But war has its other side.’
‘Not in my case,’ she denied.
‘Liar,’ he accused softly and sat back.
She found herself studying the tanned line of his throat revealed by the V-neck of his shirt before she switched her gaze away abruptly. ‘Can we talk about something else?’
‘Sure.’ He shrugged those broad, tantalising shoulders. ‘You choose.’
She hesitated, then, ‘Tell me about your lifestyle.’
‘Well, it’s changed a bit since I took over from my father. I used to spend a lot more time outback—that was the area I concentrated on, but I make a lot of decisions from a boardroom these days. Have you,’ he paused and frowned fleetingly, ‘any position on an outback lifestyle?’
Rhiannon looked startled. ‘Cattle stations? I once spent a wonderful holiday on a cattle station called Beaufort, in the Kimberley. It’s owned and operated by the Constantin family. I had a ball!’
‘I know it,’ he said. ‘Tatiana and Alex Constantin are friends. Of course, he’s into pearls in a big way as well as cattle.’
‘Yes.’ Rhiannon grimaced. ‘My parents gave me a string of their South Sea Pearls for my eighteenth birthday. They were stunning but I had to sell them. That was hard,’ she said ruefully, ‘but I did really enjoy the whole outback experience. Of course, it helps if you ride and I do—What’s wrong?’ she added when she suddenly realised he was studying her rather intently.
‘So you don’t find cattle stations dusty and boring?’
‘Good heavens, no! Mind you, the Kimberley is unique but—why do you ask?’
He took in the genuine enthusiasm in her eyes. ‘No reason. Mary is not a fan.’
Rhiannon rubbed the bridge of her nose, then she said with a wry little chuckle, ‘To be honest, I can’t help feeling a little sorry for Mary even though I’ve never met her. She seems to be up against some rather large odds.’
‘Oh, I think Mary can look after herself in her own way. Incidentally, what exactly did my stepmother say to you today?’
Rhiannon hesitated and thought about declining to be drawn on the subject but she intercepted a narrowed, determined look from Lee Richardson she was learning not to take lightly.
‘She—well, she was obviously in a bit of a temper but the gist of it was that you, particularly, regard her as the wicked stepmother who trapped your father into marriage.’ Rhiannon looked uncomfortable.
‘But that’s not all?’ he said.
‘She did—I think—look, it’s got nothing to do with me,’ she gestured, ‘but maybe she feels she’s entitled to some place at Southall?’
He said nothing, merely stared over her shoulder with his eyes focused on the distance.
Rhiannon drained her wine, fought a small battle with herself, but curiosity got the better of her. ‘What—does she do these days?’
He withdrew his gaze from the distance and it was intensely blue as it rested on her face. ‘When she’s not making mischief? Not much. She flits between the south of France and Australia, but she does believe that Southall should be her home.’
Rhiannon frowned. ‘What kind of mischief? And does she have any basis to believe that?’
‘She’s rather enslaved Mary for her own ends and there’s a slightly awkward clause in my father’s will, granting her residence under certain conditions.’
‘When you say she’s enslaved Mary, what do you mean?’
‘She’s preyed on Mary’s desire to blend her old life with her new one; she’s egging her on, in other words, to persuade Matt to move to Brisbane. Other than that,’ he shrugged, ‘at present, she’s conceived the idea of a memorial service for my father around the anniversary of his death.’
‘Do you regard her—I mean, do you resent her marriage to your father?’ Rhiannon asked.
‘Wouldn’t you in the circumstances? She was half his age, my mother hadn’t been gone that long and she contrived to marry him without Matt or me knowing what was going on.’
Rhiannon blinked, then blinked again. ‘It sounds,’ she grimaced, ‘tricky.’
‘No, it’s not tricky at all,’ he disagreed and the coldest gleam of blue fire lit his eyes for a moment, causing Rhiannon to shiver inwardly.
Then it was gone and he said, ‘Well, I guess you wouldn’t mind an early night?’
Rhiannon glanced at her watch to see that it was nine o’clock. The time had gone fast. She said, ‘You presume right but thanks for dinner—it was probably just what I needed.’
They drove through the wrought-iron gates but Lee slammed on the brakes before they reached the garage.
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