The Prince's Outback Bride. Marion Lennox
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your mind?’ she demanded. ‘You’ll drown.’
This was hardly a warm welcome. Maybe she could invite him into the truck, he thought, but only fleetingly for it wasn’t an option. Opening the door would mean they’d all be soaked.
‘Where are you headed?’ she asked. She obviously thought he’d stopped to ask directions. As she would. Visitors wouldn’t make it here unless they badly wanted to come, and even then they were likely to miss the place. All he’d seen so far were sodden cows, the cattle-grid in which this truck was stuck, and a battered milkcan that obviously served as a mail box, stuck onto a post beside the gate. Fading lettering painted on the side said ‘D & G Kettering’.
D & G Kettering. The G would be Gianetta.
It was four years since Gianetta and her husband had died. He’d have expected the sign to be down by now.
What was this woman doing here? Hell, the agency had given him so little information. ‘Frankly we can see no reason why Ms Donohue is there,’ they’d said. ‘We suspect the farm must be substantial, giving her financial incentive to stay. We assume, however, that eventually the farm will belong to the boy, so there’s no security in her position. Given her situation, we suspect any approach by you to take responsibility will be welcome.’
They weren’t right about the farm being substantial. This farm looked impoverished.
He needed to tread carefully while he found out what the agency hadn’t.
‘I was searching for the Kettering farm,’ he told her. ‘I’m assuming this is it? Are you Phillippa Donohue?’
‘I’m Pippa, yes.’ Her face clouded. ‘Are you from the dairy corporation? You’ve stopped buying our milk. You’ve stopped our payments. What else can you stop?’
‘I’m not from the dairy corporation.’
She stared. ‘Not?’
‘I came to see you.’
‘No one comes to see me.’
‘Well, the child,’ he told her. ‘I’m Marc’s cousin.’
She looked out at him, astonished. He wasn’t appearing to advantage, he thought, but then, maybe he didn’t need to. He just needed to say what had to be said, organise a plane ticket—or plane tickets if she wanted to come—and leave.
‘The children don’t have cousins,’ she said, breaking into his thoughts with a brusqueness that hinted of distrust. ‘Gina and Donald—their parents—were both only children. All the grandparents are dead. There’s a couple of remote relations on their father’s side, but I know them. There’s no one else.’
But he’d been caught by her first two words. The children, he thought, puzzled. Children? There was only Marc. Wasn’t there?
‘I’m a relation on Marc’s mother’s side,’ he said, buying time.
‘Gina was my best friend since childhood. Her mother, Alice, was kind to me and I spent lots of time with them. I’ve never met any relations.’
She sounded so suspicious that he smiled. ‘So you think I’m with the dairy corporation, trying to sneak into your farm with lies about my family background? You think I’d risk drowning to talk to an unknown woman about cows?’
She stared some more, and slowly the corners of her mouth curved into an answering smile. Suddenly the resemblance to the old photograph was stronger. He saw for the first time why his initial impression from the photograph had been beauty.
‘I guess that would be ridiculous,’ she conceded. ‘But you’re not their cousin.’
Their cousin. There it was again. Plural. He didn’t understand, so he ploughed on regardless. ‘I am a relation. Gianetta and I shared a grandfather—not that we knew him. I’ve come from half a world away to see Marc.’
‘You’re from the royal part of the family?’ she said, sounding as if she’d suddenly remembered something she’d been told long since.
He winced. ‘Um…maybe. I need to talk to you. I need to see Marc.’
‘You’re seeing him,’ she said unhelpfully.
He looked at Marc. Marc looked back, wary now because he wasn’t understanding the conversation. He’d edged slightly in front of Pippa in a gesture of protection.
He was so like the de Gautiers it unnerved Max.
‘Hi,’ he told Marc. ‘I’d like to talk to you.’
‘We’re not in a situation where visits are possible,’ she said, and her arm came around Marc’s skinny chest. They were protecting each other. But she sounded intrigued now, and there was even a tinge of regret in her voice. ‘Do you need a bed for the night?’
This was hopeful. ‘I do.’
‘There’s a guesthouse in Tanbarook. Come back in the morning after milking. We’ll give you a cup of coffee and find the time to talk.’
‘Gee, thanks.’
Her smile broadened. ‘I’m sorry, but it’s the best I can do. We’re a bit…stuck at the moment. Now, you need to find Tanbarook. Head back to the end of this road and turn right. That’s a sealed road which will get you into town.’
‘Thanks,’ he said but he didn’t go. They were gazing at him, Marc with curiosity and slight defensiveness, Pippa with calm friendliness and the dog with the benign observance of a very old and very placid mutt. Pippa was reaching over to wind up the window. ‘Don’t,’ he told her.
‘Don’t?’
‘Why are you sitting in a truck in the middle of a cattle pit?’
‘We’re stuck.’
‘I can see that. How long do you intend to sit here?’
‘Until the rain stops.’
‘This rain,’ he said cautiously, ‘may never stop.’ He grimaced as a sudden squall sent a rush of cold water down the back of his neck. More and more he felt like a drowned rat. Heaven knew what Pippa would be thinking of him. Not much, he thought.
That alone wasn’t what he was used to. Women normally reacted strongly to Maxsim de Gautier. He was tall and strongly built, with the Mediterranean skin, deep black hair and dark features of his mother’s family. The tabloids described him as drop-dead gorgeous and seriously rich.
But Pippa could see little of this and guess less. She obviously didn’t have a clue who he was. Maybe she could approximate his age—thirty-five—but it’d be a wild guess. Mostly she’d be seeing water.
‘Forty days and forty nights is the rain record,’ he told her. ‘I think we’re heading for that now.’
She smiled. ‘So if I were you I’d get back in your car and head for dry land.’
‘Why didn’t you go back to the house instead of waiting here in the truck?’
Until now Marc had stayed silent, watching him with wariness. But now the little boy decided to join in.
‘We’re going to get fish and chips,’ he informed him. ‘But the cattle-grid broke so we’re stuck. We have to wait ’til it stops raining. Then we have to find Mr Henges and ask him to pull us out with his tractor. Pippa says we might as well sit here and whinge ’cos it’s warmer here than in the house. We’ve run out of wood.’
‘The gentleman doesn’t need to know why we’re sitting here,’ Pippa told him.
‘But we’ve been sitting here for ages and we’re hungry.’
‘Shh.’
Marc, however, was preparing to be sociable. ‘I’m Marc and this is our Pippa and this is our dog, Dolores. And over the back is Sophie and Claire.