In the Millionaire's Possession (14 page)

She looked back over her shoulder and saw Marc talking to the husband. Noticed the other man rise uncomfortably to his feet, his face sullen, gesturing to his family to follow.

When she reached the kitchen she found Lottie waiting, her face grave and troubled.
‘
Honey,
’
she said,
‘
I
’
m so sorry.
’

Helen bit her lip.
‘
I see you
’
ve heard the news.
’
She ran cold water into a bowl and put her stained apron to soak.

Lottie nodded unhappily.
‘
It
’
s all round the village. I still can
’
t quite believe it.
’

‘
It
’
s perfectly true.
’
Helen lifted her chin.
‘
Nigel is being splendidly conventional and marrying his boss
’
s daughter. I haven
’
t worked out yet whether he ever meant to tell me to my face, or if he hoped I
’
d simply
—
fade away and save him the trouble.
’

‘
Bastard,
’
said Lottie, with some force.
‘
But it certainly explains the special buffet episode.
’
She snorted.
‘
Well, I
’
ve rung his poisonous mother and told her to find another caterer.
’

Helen smiled wanly.
‘
It
’
s a lovely thought,
’
she said.
‘
But it's also the kind of gesture you can
’
t afford any more than I could.
’
She glanced round her.
‘
Where
’
s Daisy?
’

‘
She said she had something to do upstairs and that she
’
d ask Mrs Lowell to collect the tea money. She probably thought we
’
d want to talk in private.
’

‘
I don
’
t think I have much privacy left,
’
Helen said ruefully.
‘
Not if the whole village knows.
’
She paused.
‘
I also found out this morning that I
’
d been turned down for that grant.
’

‘
Oh, no,
’
Lottie groaned.
‘
That
’
s really evil timing.
’
She gave Helen a compassionate look.
‘
Well
—
they say bad luck comes in threes, so let
’
s hope your final misfortune is a minor one.
’

Helen bit her lip as she refilled the kettle and set it to boil.
‘
No such luck, I
’
m afraid. It
’
s happened
—
and it
’
s another disaster.
’

Lottie whistled.
‘
Tell me something
—
is there some gruesome family curse hanging over the Fraynes that you
’
ve never thought to mention?
’

‘
If only.
’
Helen grinned faintly.
‘
Good business, a family curse. I
’
d have given it a whole page in the guidebook.
’

Lottie started to laugh, and then, as if some switch had been operated, the amusement was wiped from her face, to be replaced by astonishment bordering on awe.

Helen turned quickly and saw Marc in the doorway, completely at his ease, arms folded across his chest and one shoulder propped nonchalantly against the frame.

He said,
‘
Je suis désolè
. I am intruding.
’

‘
No,
’
Lottie denied with something of a gulp, getting quickly to her feet.
‘
No, of course not. I
’
m Charlotte Davis
—
Lottie
—
a friend of Helen
’
s from the village.
’

He sent her a pleasant smile.
‘
Enchanté, mademoiselle
. And I am Marc Delaroche
—
à votre service
.
’

To her eternal credit, Lottie didn
’
t allow herself even a flicker of recognition.

Helen swallowed.
‘
What
—
what did you say to those people just now?
’
she asked a little breathlessly.

‘
I suggested only that they might prefer the Monteagle Arms. They accepted my advice.
’
He walked across to the table and put down some money.
‘
They also paid,
’
he added laconically. He paused.
‘
Tell me,
ma mie
, are many of your customers like that?
’

‘
Not usually.
’
She went over to the stove and busied herself with the kettle.
‘
I
’
m just having a generally bad day, I think.
’
She hesitated.
‘
Would you like some coffee?
’
she offered unwillingly
—
as he instantly detected.

‘
Merci
.
’
He slanted a faint grin at her.
‘
But I will leave you to talk in peace to your friend.
’
He added softly,
‘
I came only to say that I have reserved a table for eight o
’
clock at the Oxbow. I hope you will feel able to join me.
’

He gave them both a slight bow and walked back into the sunshine, leaving a tingling silence behind him.

It was broken at last by Lottie.
‘
Wow,
’
she said reverently.
‘
Don
’
t pretend even for a moment that he
’
s your third disaster.
’

‘
Oh, you
’
re as bad as Mrs Lowell,
’
Helen said crossly, aware that her face had warmed.
‘
She was rhapsodising about him last week.
’

‘
You mean this is his second visit?
’
Lottie
’
s brows shot sky-wards.
‘
Better and better.
’
She eyed Helen.
‘
So, what are you going to wear tonight?
’

‘
Nothing!
’

Lottie grinned wickedly.
‘
Well, it would certainly save him time and effort,
’
she said.
‘
But a little obvious for a first date, don
’
t you think?
’

Helen
’
s colour deepened hectically.
‘
I didn
’
t mean that
—
as you well know,
’
she said, carrying the coffee back to the table.
‘
And it
’
s not a date. In fact, I have no intention of having dinner with Monsieur Delaroche
—
tonight or any other time.
’

‘
Nonsense,
’
Lottie said briskly.
‘
Of course you
’
re going. Why not?
’

Helen sank limply on to the nearest chair.
‘
You seem to have forgotten about Nigel.
’

‘
Unfortunately, no,
’
said Lottie.
‘
But I
’
m working on it, and so should you.
’
She gave Helen
’
s arm a quick squeeze.
‘
And what more could you ask than for a seriously attractive man to wine and dine you?
’

‘
You really think that a meal at the Oxbow could console me in any way for Nigel?
’
Helen shook her head.
‘
Lottie
—
I
’
m really hurting. He
’
s always been part of my life
—
and now he
’
s gone.
’

‘
Helen
—
be honest. You had a crush on him when you were thirteen and decided he was the man of your dreams. He went along with it for a while, but he
’
s spent less and less time here for over a year now. Some love affair.
’

‘
No,
’
Helen said, biting her lip.
‘
It never was. That
’
s the trouble. I
—
I wanted to wait. So it wasn
’
t an affair at all, in the real meaning of the word.
’

‘
Oh,
’
said Lottie slowly.
‘
Well
—
that
’
s one less thing to regret.
’

‘
But I do regret it,
’
Helen told her miserably. She sighed.
‘
Oh, God, what a fool I
’
ve been. And I
’
ve lost him. So do you see now why I can
’
t go out tonight? It would be unbearable.
’

‘
Then stay here and brood,
’
Lottie told her robustly.
‘
And why not have
“
victim
”
tattooed across your forehead while you
’
re about it?
’

Helen gave her a bitter look.
‘
I didn
’
t know you could be so heartless. How would you like to face people if you
’
d been dumped?
’

‘
Darling, I
’
m trying to be practical.
’
Lottie drank some coffee.
‘
And I
’
d infinitely prefer to be out, apparently having a good time with another man, than nursing a broken heart on my own. Who knows? People might even think you dumped Nigel rather than the other way round. Think about it.
’
She paused.
‘
Anyway, why did you say it wasn
’
t a date with Marc Delaroche?
’

‘
Because it
’
s more of a business meeting.
’
Helen still looked morose.
‘
He
’
s got some plan for helping Monteagle now the grant
’
s fallen through. Or he says he has.
’

‘
All the more reason to go, then.
’

‘
But I don
’
t want to feel beholden to him,
’
Helen said passionately.
‘
I
—
I don
’
t like him. And I don
’
t know what you all see in him,
’
she added defiantly.

‘
Helen
—’
Lottie
’
s tone was patient
‘—
he
’
s incredibly rich and fabulously sexy. You don
’
t think that you
’
re being a mite picky?
’