Six Australian Heroes. Margaret Way
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was wearing a low-cut turquoise strapless dress that matched her eyes. It had a frothing ballerina-length skirt, a tight waist and the bodice glittered with sequins. Her high strappy sandals were silver and an exquisite diamond pendant on a platinum chain nestled in the valley between her breasts. She looked sensational.
‘Hi!’ she said enthusiastically to Rhiannon. ‘Wow!’ She looked around. ‘You have done well! Actually, I’ve had a great idea,’ she said excitedly. ‘Why don’t you come and work for us permanently, Rhiannon? I’m sure you’d make a great housekeeper!’
Matt flinched and Lee Richardson cast his sister-in-law a speaking look she didn’t see because he was standing behind her.
Then another voice said, ‘I happen to agree—why don’t you give it some thought, Rhiannon?’ And Andrea Richardson strolled onto the veranda.
If Mary looked sensational, Andrea topped it. Her hair was piled on top of her head, her strapless, décolleté black gown was moulded to her figure, her skin glowed like ivory and a magnificent ruby necklace matched her lips.
‘Thank you,’ Rhiannon murmured with a faintly ironic little smile, ‘but I have other plans.’
Andrea shrugged and turned away. Her eyes fell on the main table and she tilted her head to one side, then moved forward and repositioned the roses and moved the candelabrum. ‘That’s better,’ she said and turned to glance at Lee with her chin lifted.
Rhiannon took a sharp breath but fortunately Cliff approached at this point. He wore a snowy white shirt, black trousers and a black cummerbund. He had a white napkin over one arm and he carried a small silver tray bearing five frosted glasses of champagne.
‘Thanks, Cliff.’ Lee took two glasses and handed one to Rhiannon. ‘Come and look at the moon,’ he added to her.
She hesitated then walked away with him until they were out of earshot of Matt, Mary and Andrea.
The moon was huge and orange as it rested on the dark horizon.
‘My apologies,’ Lee Richardson said. ‘Mary was tactless, so was Andrea.’
Rhiannon flicked her hair back. ‘Did you know she was coming, your stepmother?’
‘Yes.’
‘Well, they probably had no idea they were being tactless—unlike you, earlier. But it doesn’t matter.’ She took a sip of her champagne.
He looked down at her smooth, fair, bent head. ‘Are you talking to me?’
‘Only if absolutely necessary.’
He smiled slightly but said, ‘Sometimes the truth hurts.’ And added before she could take issue with that, ‘Why were you crying earlier?’
‘Oh, don’t start me off again.’ She blinked a couple of times and sniffed. ‘It was nothing.’
‘Thinking of your father?’
Her head came up and she regarded him out of startled brown eyes. ‘How did you know?’
He shrugged. ‘Not exactly rocket science.’
She sighed. ‘Yes, I was. Sometimes it’s hard not to feel incredibly sad. But,’ she took another sip of champagne and squared her shoulders, ‘I’m fully prepared to concentrate on the task to hand tonight. I just hope things don’t get out of control. Not that you and your brother couldn’t cope but they could be a high-spirited group of people.’
‘You can rest easy,’ he said. ‘I’ve brought in a security firm.’
Rhiannon’s eyes widened. ‘Do Matt and Mary know?’
He shook his head. ‘Only you and I know and they’ll be essentially discreet. Besides which, it’s my prerogative. As you mentioned yesterday, there’s a lot of very valuable stuff lying around and I would have done it for any group of strangers. The fact that they’re Mary’s friends is immaterial.’
Rhiannon heaved another sigh but this was a relieved one. She said, however, ‘Why didn’t I think of that?’
He studied her for a long moment. The coral camisole top showed off more of her delicious curves than he’d seen to-date. The skin of her shoulders was smooth and creamy, her neck was long and slender.
Despite a hard day she looked glossy and perfectly groomed and she smelled nice.
He’d fully expected her to wear trousers or a long skirt, so the shortish skirt—his lips twisted at the thought—was a concession she’d probably been forced, against her better judgement, to make. Her legs, he thought wryly, were enough to tempt any man to think of her in his bed.
‘Maybe we make a good team?’ he suggested. ‘I can fill in the—very few—gaps you leave.’
She half smiled at him then turned her profile away to look at the moon as if suddenly remembering she wasn’t talking to him.
He frowned. There’d been an elusive quality in her expression that tantalised him. There were the changes four years had brought to her. Her face had fined down a little and it wasn’t as easy to read, but there was still an irrepressible quality to her at times.
There was maturity now, and competence—you couldn’t doubt that—but there was still that hint of vulnerability.
Why the hell should she be turned off men? he wondered suddenly.
Wasn’t it something a twenty-two-year-old with a painful experience might lay claim to but a twenty-six-year-old, who had patently got her act together, would be able to put behind her?
He grimaced suddenly. He, of all people, should know how hard some things were to strip from your consciousness; how hard it was not to tar certain situations with the same brush.
He stared down at his champagne glass with narrowed eyes and a hard cast to his mouth. Was he trying to say to himself it was all right for him to decide to leave love alone but another matter for Rhiannon Fairfax?
He started to analyse the thought but the first guests chose that moment to arrive.
Several hours later, the food had been consumed with gratifying enthusiasm and a happy, well-fed throng got down to the dancing end of the evening.
So far so good, Rhiannon thought, and crossed her fingers.
Mary Richardson was in her element; she literally glowed as she mixed with her friends, none of whom had shown any tendency to be wild so far. Some did look way-out, some had raised their eyebrows at the formality of things; they were obviously high-spirited but if that was the worst you could say about them, it was going to be OK.
Both Matt and Lee Richardson had been perfect, Matt in an obviously welcoming, enthusiastic role that seemed to come naturally to him, and he had already met some of the guests, whereas Lee had provided a laid-back yet at the same time subtly commanding presence.
Rhiannon had seen both men and women eye him with unwitting respect, although in the case of some of the women there’d been open speculation that had then transferred to her—Lee had rarely left her side. “Lucky you” some of those gazes had patently said, causing her to squirm inwardly a little.
And Andrea Richardson, who appeared to have come partnerless to the party, was certainly no wallflower, but, for those in the know, from the way they ignored each other you could feel the dislike and hostility between Andrea and Lee. You could also see that Mary and Andrea were close.
As the dinner was cleared the DJ, who’d been playing softly in the background, started to wind up to a more throbbing beat.
‘You can relax now,’ Lee said into her ear as he took her hand.
‘I thought I’d been a model of relaxation,’ she replied.
‘No,’ he contradicted. ‘You’ve been a great hostess but anyone who knows you could detect a certain preoccupation with the food and the service.’
Rhiannon