A Family of His Own
Could they be a family?Picking blackberries in a derelict garden with her little girl had the most unexpected outcome for Kay Lovell: first Kay was kissed by a tall, dark and brooding stranger, and then he hired her as his gardener! Kay did her best with the garden–and her cantankerous new boss, Dominic Ravenscar. He was obviously still dealing with the emotional scars from his past, but gradually Kay unearthed the real Dominic, the one who loved life and just wanted a family of his own….
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It almost broke her heart to see him making the effort for her, and she wanted to take his hand, put her arms around him and tell him that she understood. That one day it would be all right.
“Please, don’t feel like you have to laugh,” she said. “It isn’t in the least bit compulsory.”
“Okay.” And without warning, deep lines fanned out from his eyes and the smile became the real thing.
Kay had to catch her breath and force herself to concentrate on the job at hand. Dominic Ravenscar did it for her.
“What happened to your daughter’s father?”
The abrupt change of subject threw her, and she responded to this unexpected jab at a raw nerve in much the same way as he had. Instinctively. Defensively.
“Polly never had a father.”
Dear Reader,
Several of my books have touched on the lives of the inhabitants of Upper Haughton. Willow and Mike Armstrong from The Runaway Bride settled here. The Hilliards from A Perfect Proposal live in the Old Rectory. Jake and Amy Hallam, from my RITA>®-nominated book, The Bachelor’s Baby, live here, too. They’ve moved out of Amy’s cottage and bought a larger house for their growing family, but Old Cottage isn’t empty. Kay Lovell—who works at the village shop, makes prize-winning marmalade and spends all her spare time helping out the neighbors—lives there with her daughter, Polly.
Linden Lodge, however, has stood empty for six years. The garden is running wild, the blackberries are tempting—and desperately needed for the village harvest supper—and the lock on the gate is broken. But Kay’s trespass doesn’t go unnoticed….
Upper Haughton is a real village; a place from my own childhood. I’ve only changed the name. Come and visit.
Warmest wishes,
Liz
CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
PROLOGUE
‘SHE’S so beautiful, Jake.’ Amy Hallam gently touched the cheek of the newborn infant, then lifted her from the cradle and tucked her into the crook of her shoulder, breathing in the baby scent as she kissed the top of her downy head. ‘Her mother just left her on Aunt Lucy’s doorstep? The poor woman must have been distraught…’
‘Distraught maybe, but she knew Lucy would take care of her. She left a note.’ Jake handed his wife a sheet of paper and then took the baby from her so that she could read it.
Amy flinched as she touched the scrap of paper, physically sensing the emotional turmoil, the very real fear of the woman who’d written it.
‘Are you all right?’ Jake put out a hand to steady her.
‘Fine,’ she said, her mouth dry. But she sat down before she began to read.
Dear “Aunt Lucy”
You took care of me once and now I’m asking you to take care of my baby because there’s no one else I can turn to.
She was born on the 26th September. She has no name—if I don’t know her name I can’t betray her—and her birth has not been registered. She is totally anonymous. It is her only hope.
I’m begging you, trusting you, not to tell the authorities about her, not to make any appeals through the media for me to come forward. That will only draw attention to her, put her in danger.
I’m leaving what little money I have to help you until you can find some good people to take her in, give her a good life. I love her, but she isn’t safe with me.
K.
Amy blinked, focusing on the shimmering image of her own infant son as he scooted around on his bottom, irrationally wanting to grab him close, just to let him know how much she loved him. Instead she reached out wordlessly, and clasped her husband’s hand.
‘Paranoia? Domestic violence?’ he asked, trusting her instincts.
‘I don’t know, but this woman is terrified of something.’ Then, ‘You’ve only got to look at the handwriting,’ she said quickly as Jake quirked a brow at her, taken aback at her instant response. ‘Whatever the problem is, she’s beyond reason. She must know what she asks is impossible, that it breaks every childcare law in the book, but her only thought is to hide the baby.’
‘We can’t do that for long.’
‘No, of course not. But I’m not prepared to take any unnecessary risks. A week or two will make no difference.’
‘I’m not sure that the social services will see it that way.’
‘Maybe not, but if we could find her…’
‘She’s placed her infant in what she believes is a safe haven, Amy. Surely she’s going to put as much distance between them as she can?’
‘Not until she’s sure. She’ll stay close until she’s certain her baby is safe.’
‘How will that help? We have no idea what she looks like.’
She frowned. ‘Maybe we don’t need to. She’s left all her money with Lucy. She’ll be weak. Hungry. In a pretty bad way. We need to search the lanes around Lucy’s cottage, Jake. There’s no time to lose.’
CHAPTER ONE
“If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries…”
William Shakespeare
IT WAS hot for the end of September. A cloudless, still day with only the blackberries to warn that summer was almost over.
Huge glistening fruit that was infuriatingly out of reach.
Kay rubbed the sweat from her forehead, fanned herself with her tattered straw gardening hat and walked slowly back along the hedge, seeking out any that she’d missed, trying to ignore the long brambles lolling over the high wall that skirted the far side of the lane. Brambles weighed down by berries, but which still just evaded the reach of her walking stick.
