âWhat youâre actually talking about, Jed, is blackmailâ
âOf the emotional kind, if nothing else,â she added decisively as he would have interrupted. âIsnât it?â she prompted as his mouth thinned angrily.
His jaw tightened, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. âIâm talking about an exchange ofââ
âBlackmail, Jed,â Georgie insisted softly.
His eyes flashed silvery-gray. âAll right, thenâblackmail,â he accepted tautly. âWhatâs your answer going to be?â
âYOU didnât mention that your parents had other guests staying this weekend,â Georgie remarked interestedly as they drove down the driveway. She could see that not only had Sukie, Andrewâs older sisterâby the presence of her sporty little red carâdecided to pay one of her rare visits, but that there was also another car parked on the driveway next to Gerald Lawsonâs serviceable Range Rover. A gunmetal-grey Jaguar sports car. Very nice!
Although it was only big enough for two people, Georgie decided, which perhaps meant there wouldnât be too many other guests this weekend. Georgie had only recently become acquainted with her future in-lawsâAndrewâs parents and only sisterâand they were quite enough to cope with for the moment: Sir Gerald and Lady Annabelle LawsonâSir Gerald had been knighted two years ago, on his active retirement, at fifty, from politicsâand Suzanna Lawson, Sukie to family and friends alike, a model.
âI wasnât aware of it myself,â Andrew answered apologetically in reply to her query. âCould just be aâa friend of Sukieâs, I suppose,â he added disparagingly. There was no love lost between brother and sister. Sukieâs career as a model didnât sit too well with Andrewâs more serious role as a successful lawyer. Sukieâs bohemian friends didnât go down too well with him, either!
But, after the battles that had gone on in her own family over the years, Georgie considered the Lawsons quite normal by comparison!
âA successful one, by the look of the car,â Andrew continued with appreciation as he parked his black BMW next to the Jaguar. âThat will make a nice change,â he added dryly.
Georgie chuckled as she got out of the car, the gravel crunching beneath her shoesâflattish brown court, to complement the brown knee-length dress she was wearing because their time of arrival coincided with dinner.
Tall and slender, Georgie wore her red hair in a short boyishly gamine style, with wispy tendrils on her forehead and at her temples softening the severity of the style. She had clear green eyes slanted beneath auburn brows, and her nose was small and snub, with a dusting of the freckles that often accompanied such fair colouring. A peach lip-gloss softened the fullness of her mouth, and her pointed chin hinted at the determined nature beneath her smile. Stubborn contrariness, her grandfather had once called itâ¦
Her smile faded slightly to be replaced by a perplexed frown, some of the warmth disappearing from the summer evening because of the unwelcome intrusion of thoughts about her grandfather. Though otherwise hers was a contented life.
How could she not feel contented? She had Andrew, dear, sweet, kind, predictable Andrew. Her first childrenâs book was in print and doing very nicely, thank you. Her apartment was decorated and furnished to her own taste. In fact, almost everything in her life was perfectly sunny at the moment.
Which was usually the time, Georgie knew from experience, when someone decided it was time to send in a rain cloud!
âOkay, darling?â Andrew had collected their weekend bags from the boot of the car and was waiting at the bottom of the stone steps that led up to the huge front door for Georgie to join him.
âPerfect,â Georgie instantly assured him, very firmly shaking off the momentary cloud that thoughts of her grandfather had evoked. She smiled warmly at Andrew before tucking her hand into the crook of his arm.
At twenty-sevenâfour years older than Georgieâ Andrew was six feet tall, with blond hair that occasionally fell endearingly over his brow and eyes of warm blue in a youthfully pleasant face. A couple of games of badminton a week at the gym that he frequented after work was over for the day maintained his fitness. He owed his successful career as a junior partner in a London law firm completely to the fact that he was good at his job, and not to the fact that he was Sir Gerald Lawsonâs son.