An Exception to His Rule Read Free Page B

home. Plus he was obviously reluctant to miss any of the verbal duel he was witnessing. But he finally left. And the tea tray arrived but this time Damien introduced the bearer as his aunt Isabel, and invited her to join them.
    ‘Sorry,’ Isabel said as she put the tea tray down on the coffee table set in front of the settee in a corner of the dining room, ‘but I’m popping into Lennox to pick up our dry-cleaning. Please excuse me, Miss Livingstone,’ she added.
    Harriet nodded somewhat dazedly and once again the door closed, this time on his aunt.
    ‘I don’t think there’s anyone else who could interrupt us,’ Damien Wyatt said with some irony. ‘Do sit down and pour the tea.’
    Harriet sank down onto the settee and her hand hovered over the tea tray. ‘Uh—there’s only one cup.’
    ‘I never drink the stuff,’ he said dismissively, ‘so pour yours and let’s get on with things.’
    Harriet lifted the heavy silver teapot and spilt some tea on the pristine white tray cloth.
    Damien swore beneath his breath, and came over to sit down beside her. ‘Put it down and tell me something, Harriet Livingstone—why are you doing this? No, wait.’
    He picked up the pot Harriet had relinquished and poured a cup of tea without spilling a drop. Then he indicated the milk and sugar but she shook her head. ‘Th-that’s fine, just as it comes, thank you.’
    He moved the cup and saucer in front of her and offered her a biscuit that looked like homemade shortbread.
    She shook her head.
    ‘I can guarantee them. The cook makes them himself,’ he said.
    ‘Thank you but no. I—I don’t have a sweet tooth.’
    He pushed the porcelain biscuit barrel away. ‘You look—you don’t look as sk— as thin as you did that day,’ he amended.
    A flicker of amusement touched her mouth. ‘Skinny you were going to say? I guess I did. I lost a bit of weight for a time. I’ve probably always been thin, though.’
    ‘Sorry,’ he murmured. ‘But look, why are you doing this?’
    Harriet hesitated and watched the steam rising gently from her tea.
    ‘You obviously haven’t forgiven me for the things I said that day,’ he continued. ‘Most of the time since you’ve been here you’ve been a nervous wreck or, if not that, beaming pure hostility my way. The only thing that seems to relax you is contact with my dog or my mother’s odds and ends.’
    He broke off and looked rueful as Tottie rose, came over and arranged herself at Harriet’s feet.
    Harriet glanced at him briefly. In jeans, boots and a khaki bush shirt, with his thick hair ruffled and blue shadows on his jaw, he looked the epitome of a man of the land whereas, when she’d bumped into him, in a grey suit, he’d definitely been more of a high-flying businessman.
    She shivered involuntarily. He’d been so angry in a quiet but deadly sort of way.
    ‘Talk to me, Harriet,’ he said firmly.
    She took a sip of tea and then a deep breath. ‘I need a job, quite urgently.’
    ‘You—according to Arthur, anyway—are highly, if not to say über -qualified. Why would you want my job?’ He frowned. ‘It’s stuck out in the country even if you don’t have an army of lovers to worry about.’
    ‘It...’ Harriet paused ‘...suits me.’
    ‘Why?’
    A short silence developed between them and lengthened until he said impatiently, ‘Oh, come on Harriet! I—’
    ‘I just want to get this job,’ she said with sudden intensity, ‘on my merits.’
    ‘Well, your merits are fine but I need to know more,’ he said flatly.
    ‘This kind of job doesn’t grow on trees,’ Harriet said after a long moment. ‘And it so happens it’s the right district for me.’
    ‘Why?’
    Harriet sighed. ‘My brother was badly injured in a surfing accident. He’s now in a rehabilitation centre at—’ she named a facility ‘—that’s handy to Lennox Head and Heathcote. He has to learn to walk again. That’s why—’ she looked up at last and smiled with considerable irony