English Lord On Her Doorstep. Marion Lennox

wish is my command,’ he said nobly and then looked out to where he could see the ruins of the vast tree smouldering and sparking across the driveway. ‘I might need a pair of heatproof gloves, though. That tree looks hot.’

      And gloriously, she gave a full-on chuckle. It was a good laugh, an excellent laugh, and it produced a flash of insight. Looking at her, at the signs of strain around her eyes, at her pale face, he thought it’d been a while since this woman laughed.

      It felt good...no, it felt excellent that he’d been able to make it happen.

      ‘You want help with Flossie?’ he asked, bringing reality back into the room, but the smile stayed behind her eyes as she answered.

      ‘Yes, please. I would. Do you know much about dogs?’

      ‘I’ve had dogs all my life.’ He hesitated, still trying to keep that smile on her face. ‘But is it manly to confess I faint at the sight of blood?’

      ‘You carried her in. There’s blood on your shirt.’ It was an accusation.

      ‘So I did,’ he said, sounding astounded. ‘And so there is, and I haven’t fainted at all. Let’s try this new world order out, then, shall we? Let’s get your Flossie bandaged before my manliness fades before my very eyes. Okay, Nurse, I require more light, hot water, soap, um...’

      ‘Bandages?’

      ‘Of course, bandages,’ he said and grinned and then looked down at Flossie, waiting patiently before the stove. ‘And do you have a little dog food? A water bowl? I don’t know how long it is since she’s eaten but I’m guessing that may be the first priority.’

      It was the first priority. She headed for the fridge to find some meat but her head wasn’t entirely focussed on the first priority.

      This man behind her was...beautiful.

       CHAPTER TWO

      ON CLOSE EXAMINATION Bryn decided Flossie’s leg was probably not broken. She’d lost a lot of fur. An abrasion ran the full length from hip to paw but she was passive as Bryn cleaned, and when he tentatively tested the joint she barely whimpered.

      She did, though, react with extraordinary speed when Charlie produced a little chopped chicken. And then a little more. She wolfed it down and lay back, limp again, but with her eyes fixed adoringly on Charlie. Her one true love.

      ‘That’s hardly fair,’ Bryn objected. ‘I get the messy part and you get the kudos.’ He snipped off the bandage he’d been winding and looked at dog and girl. Charlie’s nose was almost touching Flossie’s. Her curls were tumbling over the dog’s head. Flossie looked as if she hadn’t seen a bath for months but Charlie seemed oblivious. Germs obviously weren’t worthy of a mention.

      ‘She could do with a wash,’ he said and Charlie looked at him with the scorn he obviously deserved.

      ‘You’re suggesting we undo that nice white bandage, take her away from the fire and dump her in a tub.’

      Flossie was looking at him, too, and the reproach in both their eyes...

      Once again he had that urge to chuckle. Which felt good. Bryn Morgan hadn’t chuckled in a long time.

      He rubbed Flossie behind the ears. With the thunderstorm receding to a distant rumble, the complete doggy tribe was in the kitchen, nosing around with interest. A couple edged in for an ear-rub as well and suddenly he had a line-up.

      ‘You can’t pat one without patting all of them,’ Charlie said serenely and once again he heard that chuckle.

      It was a gorgeous chuckle. It made him...

      Um, not. He had enough complications on his plate without going there. What was in front of him now?

      He was sitting on faded kitchen linoleum before an ancient range, vintage kerosene lamps throwing out inefficient light but enough to show the raggle-taggle line-up of misbegotten mutts waiting to have their ears rubbed. While a woman watched on and smiled. While outside...

      Um...outside. You could buy a house for the price of the car he’d been driving. How was he going to explain that one?

      ‘I have a good, thick soup on the stove,’ Charlie said, interrupting thoughts of irate bankruptcy trustees and debt collectors and car salesmen who still hardly believed in his innocence.

      He focussed on the dogs instead. Would there be jealousy if he spent say one and a half minutes on Dog One and then two on Dog Two? He decided not to risk it and checked his watch. Charlie noticed and smiled.

      ‘Do you have overnight gear in the car?’ she asked. ‘I could lend you an umbrella.’

      That hauled him back to the practical. Overnight. Of course. He was genuinely stuck here. There were all sorts of problems he should be facing rather than how many seconds he’d been rubbing Dog One.

      One of those was where his overnight gear was right now.

      ‘You have a spare bed?’ he asked, cautiously.

      ‘I do. I’ll put you at the back of the house to give you a little peace because the dogs sleep with me. Except Possum. She usually sleeps by the back door. She’s my guard dog but if there’s any more lightning she’ll be in with me. And Flossie will definitely be with me.’

      ‘You’ll sleep with Flossie?’ She really was filthy.

      ‘I’m sure it’s good, clean dirt,’ she said cheerfully. ‘And I can’t tell you how much I’ve worried about her. If I had half a kingdom I’d hand it to you right now.’

      ‘Do you have a spare toothbrush instead?’

      She blinked. ‘Pardon?’

      ‘I’m a bit averse to lightning,’ he confessed. ‘I’m happy for my overnight gear to stay where it is.’ Wherever that was. Under one enormous tree.

      He should tell her, he thought, but she was pale enough already and the knowledge that he’d been two seconds from climbing into the car and being pancaked was something she didn’t need to hear about tonight.

      He didn’t want to think about it tonight.

      ‘I do have a spare toothbrush,’ she told him. ‘I was at a conference in a gorgeous hotel...some time ago...’ In another life. Moving on... ‘The free toothbrush was so beautifully packaged I stuck it in my toilet bag. If you don’t mind pink sparkle, it’s yours.

      ‘You’d give up pink sparkle for me?’

      ‘I said you deserve half my kingdom,’ she said and she was suddenly solemn. ‘I mean it.’

      ‘Then let’s go with one toothbrush, one bowl of soup and a bed for the night,’ he told her. ‘I’ll ask for nothing more.’

      ‘Excellent,’ she said and shifted across to help with the ear scratching. ‘Soup and toothbrush and I don’t know about you but I’m thinking bed’s next on the agenda.’

      Her arm brushed his and with the touch... Things changed.

      The tension was suddenly almost palpable. Were both of them thinking the same?

      ‘In your dreams,’ she said, sounding breathless.

      Of all the stupid... Were the tensions between them so obvious? And she caught it. ‘I didn’t mean...you know I didn’t mean...’ she stammered.

      ‘I wasn’t thinking,’ he said, blankly, but he was lying.

      ‘Yes, you were.’

      ‘If I was, I shouldn’t have.’

      ‘I know nothing about you,’ she said and then caught herself. ‘But even if I did...’

      ‘I’m a farmer from