A Wedding Worth Waiting For. Jessica Steele

be the last she would see of Farne if he gained so much as a glimpse of her feelings for him.

      She sat up, hugging her arms around her knees, as she tried with all she had to recover from his wonderful kiss—and the certain knowledge of what was in her heart.

      ‘What’s wrong, Karrie?’ Oh, heavens—gauche, did she say? He was so quick, able to spot a mile off that something was bothering her. Yet she couldn’t find an answer to give him. ‘I’ve offended you?’ he asked, his tone quiet, concerned.

      She shook her head. I...” she said, but couldn’t bear that he should think she found his kiss offensive. ‘To be honest,’ she began, ‘that ranks as one of the nicest kisses I’ve known.’

      She was aware that Farne was sitting up too. Then she felt his hand come to her face, and gently he turned her so he could see into her eyes. The concern in his voice was reflected in his eyes, though there was a twinkle there too as he asked politely, ‘Perhaps you’d care for another?’

      Laughter bubbled up inside her. ‘Thank you very much all the same,’ she answered prettily, ‘but I shall be having my tea soon.’ She saw his mouth start to tweak up at the corners, and stared for a moment or two in total fascination. Then suddenly that word ‘tea’ started to get through to her, and, ‘Oh!’ she exclaimed.

      ‘Oh?’ Farne queried.

      ‘I’ve got to go home,’ Karrie said quickly. ‘Travis is expecting...’

      ‘Who the hell’s Travis?’

      Karrie blinked. What had happened to his concern, that twinkling in Farne’s eyes? All there was now was out-and-out aggression! But she loved him too much to be able to contemplate quarrelling with him.

      ‘Our first row!’ she mocked, feeling wretched and anxious, but determined to laugh him out of whatever was bugging him.

      He did look a shade amused, she was glad to see, but, albeit with his aggressiveness under control, he still wanted to know, ‘So who’s Travis?’

      Karrie stared at him. Farne knew she was an only child, and had no brother, so he must realise that Travis was either a cousin or man-friend. Surely he wasn’t angry that she had a male friend! Her mouth went dry at the thought that Farne might be just the tiniest bit—jealous. Oh, for goodness’ sake—as if! Still, all the same she wanted only ever to be as open and honest with Farne as he was with her.

      ‘My date—last night. The one I broke to go out with you was with Travis.’

      ‘You’re seeing him this evening?’

      Dearly did she want to explain that Travis was just a friend and nothing more than that. But this newly awakened love she felt for Farne made her sensitive to everything. To explain anything of the sort might make Farne think she saw her friendship with him as more important than just two dates should signify.

      ‘I—promised,’ she said.

      ‘Did you tell him why you were breaking your date?’ he questioned, his expression unsmiling.

      Karrie wanted him happy again. She remembered Travis saying something when she’d phoned him yesterday about being passed over for something better, and smilingly asked Farne, ‘You think I should have told him I’d had a better offer?’

      Farne’s glance went to her upward-curving mouth. ‘You’ve charm enough for a man to forgive you anything,’ he commented. And Karrie thought he was going to kiss her again.

      She wanted him to kiss her again. But this newly found love was making a nonsense of her. Abruptly, she stood up. Farne followed suit, making no attempt to touch her, or to dissuade her from keeping her promise to Travis. She wished she hadn’t got to her feet, because she knew now that this wonderful interlude with Farne was over. And it was.

      Back at her home, he got out of the car and stood on the drive with her for a minute or so. Karrie wanted to invite him in, to prolong this wonderful time in his company. But she’d noted that his car keys were still in the ignition. Quite obviously he wanted to be away.

      ‘Thank you for rescuing me from the weeding,’ she smiled, and without thinking went to shake hands with him. She saw his right eyebrow go aloft, and quickly put her hand behind her back—and could have groaned aloud. How was that for sophisticated?

      But at least her action caused Farne’s expression to soften. ‘Charm, did I say?’ he smiled, and, leaving her to guess whether he meant she had or had not charm, he placed his hands on her upper arms and bent down and kissed her lightly on her left cheek. ‘Thanks for dropping everything to come out with me’ he said, and went to his car. Without another glance or a wave, he drove off down the drive.

      Karrie felt bereft. She was unsure whether Farne truly thought she had charm. But what she was sure about was that she’d been totally crass to think for so much as a moment that Farne felt even the smallest iota of jealousy about Travis.

      For such an idea to have any substance it would have to mean that Farne Maitland cared sufficiently to be jealous in the first place. And he’d just shown how much he cared, hadn’t he? He’d gone away without so much as a backward glance.

      ‘Thanks for dropping everything to come out with me’ he’d said. Karrie supposed that there were few women of his acquaintance who would not do likewise. Did he know that? She tried to get cross. Tried to make believe that in the unlikely event that he was passing next Sunday, and stopped by to ask if she’d like to join him, she would tell him that she couldn’t possibly. Fate gave a cruel chuckie—on two counts.

      Firstly, having fallen in love with Farne—and Karrie freely owned that this ranked as the most idiotic thing she had done to date—she could not see her denying herself any chance of spending some time with him, if chances there were.

      Secondly, there would be no chance. She had been out with him twice—today only because he was passing. Somehow, bearing in mind the way he had departed just now, she had a very strong feeling that there would not be a third time.

      CHAPTER THREE

      KARRIE dressed with care to go to work on Monday. Much good did it do her. She had not truly expected Farne to walk past her desk on one of his rare visits—so why should she feel such a dreadful ache of disappointment when five o’clock came and she had not so much as seen a glimpse of him?

      She drove home, giving herself much the same pep talk that she had given herself yesterday after Farne had gone. She was not going to see him again, and that was the end of it. He might, possibly might, walk by her desk in three months or so’s time—did that mean that her nerves were going to act up, as they had today, every time so much as a shadow, a footstep, was seen or heard near her desk?

      Where was her pride? She was in love—she had none. She had tried, really tried, to convince herself that she could not be in love—why, she barely knew him! But it made no difference.

      ‘Had a good day?’ her mother asked when she arrived home.

      ‘The work gets more and more interesting,’ Karrie answered.

      ‘Going out tonight?’

      Had her mother expected that Farne Maitland would telephone her at her office? Get him off your mind, do. ‘What, and miss whatever it is that smells so wonderful coming out of the kitchen?’

      The phone rang; Karrie jumped. Her mother, nearest to it, went to answer it, and Karrie’s palms grew moist as she waited to hear who was calling. It was her father’s secretary.

      ‘Looks as though we’ll be having large helpings—your father is “unavoidably detained”. Now doesn’t that make a change!’

      The telephone rang a couple of times that night, and each time Karrie suffered the same reaction. She took herself off to bed, knowing that she’d be a nervous wreck if she went on at this rate. Oh, why couldn’t she have fallen in love with someone like Travis?

      Karrie