Heaven Here On Earth. Кэрол Мортимер

knows about it.’

      ‘Then let’s hope that he doesn’t “boil” while I’m in the house!’

      ‘I wouldn’t count on it,’ the other girl said dryly. ‘It happens pretty regularly. Here’s the studio,’ she flung open double doors at the top of the last flight of stairs, standing aside for Ryan to enter.

      As Ryan walked inside she forgot all about Mandy’s snobbishness, Grant’s arrogance, Mark’s disregard for anything but his own plans, and her face lit up as she took in the perfection of the studio. Mark certainly hadn’t exaggerated.

      The studio covered most of the loft space, huge windows having been put in as skylights each side of the sloping roof, giving the room a very light and airy feeling. Several easels stood about the room, empty of canvases, in fact, the whole room had an unused look.

      ‘Mark doesn’t use it very often,’ Mandy stated the obvious. ‘He doesn’t come home very often either,’ she added in a resentful voice. ‘He prefers his London friends.’

      ‘Really?’ Ryan was only half listening, her excitement increasing as she looked around the room. It was perfect, absolutely perfect. She could spend the rest of her life working in here. Although three weeks would have to do!

      ‘Are you a—special friend of his?’ Mandy probed.

      She shrugged. ‘I don’t know about special, but I’ve known him a long time.’ She was already planning where she would put her easel for the best light. How her fellow students would envy her this opportunity, most of them having to make do, as she usually did. She had a feeling she was going to do some of her best work here.

      ‘If you’ve quite finished looking round,’ Mandy said tightly.

      ‘Mm? Oh—oh yes,’ Ryan blushed. ‘It’s lovely,’ she said inadequately.

      The other girl nodded. ‘Mark often lets his friends use it, but you’re the first female.’

      This fact really seemed to bother the Montgomery family, although Ryan couldn’t for the life of her think why. Didn’t they have friends of both sexes?

      ‘Perhaps you would like to join me for tea in the lounge?’ Mandy asked grudgingly.

      ‘I’d like that,’ she accepted. ‘But I have to feed my dog first.’

      The other girl’s mouth twisted mockingly. ‘I’ll see you later, then.’

      So dismissed, Ryan made her way down to the kitchen, finding that Grant had already told the cook she would be requiring the food.

      Ragtag sat outside the stable rather than inside it, basking in the sunshine, although he got up and trotted to her side as soon as he saw her, his nose going into the food-bowl as if he hadn’t eaten for a month.

      ‘Take it easy!’ she laughed, as more food seemed to come over the side of the bowl rather than into his mouth, the water slopping out of the other bowl as he almost leapt inside it. Ragtag carried on eating until all the food had gone, looking up at her expectantly once the bowl was empty. ‘More!’ Ryan chided, standing up. ‘I bet Grant will be glad to get rid of us, Ragtag.’ She frowned down at him. ‘Maybe once you’ve had a bath you won’t look so ragtaggled.’

      ‘Talking to yourself could become a dangerous habit,’ a familiar gravelly voice taunted her.

      She blushed, looking up at Grant Montgomery, finding it impossible to read his expression, as the sun was directly behind him. For such a big man he moved very quietly, she hadn’t even been aware of his presence in the cobbled yard until he spoke.

      ‘Talking to a dog could be an even more dangerous one,’ she returned softly, shushing the ungrateful Ragtag as he began to growl at the intruder.

      ‘You think so?’ Grant mocked.

      ‘I’m hoping not,’ she said ruefully. ‘I seem to be doing it all the time.’

      ‘I believe when the dog answers you is the time to begin worrying,’ he drawled dryly. ‘Are you joining us for tea?’ he briskly changed the subject.

      It was as well that he had; Ryan was open-mouthed about his show of humour. It came as something of a surprise after his earlier rudeness, and was totally in opposition to his harsh expression as he moved out of the sun.

      ‘I—I’ll just go and wash first,’ she mumbled.

      ‘Very well,’ he nodded abruptly, as if regretting the softening of his mood, striding off into the house.

      Ryan went up to her room to wash, then hurried down to the drawing-room to join the brother and sister for tea. She was beginning to feel rather hungry, a sandwich or two would see her through until it was time for dinner.

      ‘It’s all right for you,’ Mandy was complaining when Ryan reached the drawing-room door. ‘You’re out at work most of the day, but how am I supposed to entertain this friend of Mark’s?’

      Ryan’s hand froze in the action of opening the door. They were talking about her!

      ‘She doesn’t need entertaining,’ Grant dismissed. ‘Just leave her to her scribbles up in the studio.’

      Scribbles! Ryan could feel her temper beginning to rise. How dared he call her work ‘scribbles’!

      ‘After all, it is partly Mark’s home too—even if he does rarely use it,’ Grant added hardly. ‘If he wants this girl to stay here as his guest then he has a perfect right to expect us to let her. It’s only for three weeks, Mandy,’ he consoled. ‘Then we’ll probably never see her again.’

      ‘I wouldn’t be too sure of that.’ The scowl could be heard in his sister’s voice. ‘Mark called her earlier, and they seemed very friendly.’

      ‘If it lasts as long as Mark’s other “friendships” I won’t worry too much,’ Grant derided.

      ‘She also thinks you’re handsome,’ Mandy mused. ‘I wonder what Valerie would think of that.’

      ‘She wouldn’t think anything,’ Grant snapped. ‘The opinion of one of Mark’s Bohemian girl-friends is not in the least important to either Valerie or myself.’

      Ryan didn’t want to listen to any more; she ran back to her bedroom before her presence outside the door was detected, leaning back against the door once she was safely inside her room.

      How dared he! Bohemian girl-friend, indeed! No wonder Mark rarely came here if that was the sort of opinion he had to put up with. And Mandy—how could she have repeated that remark she had made about Grant being handsome!

      How was she supposed to face him again after that? And who was Valerie? Mark hadn’t mentioned his brother having a girl-friend, but in the circumstances she could not think who else Valerie could be.

      She couldn’t go down there now, not after what she had just heard, it would be too embarrassing.

      ‘Miss Shelton?’ A knock sounded on the door to accompany the butler’s query.

      She swallowed hard, straightening her hair before opening the door to him. ‘Yes?’ She sounded cool enough.

      ‘Mr Montgomery asked me to enquire if you had changed your mind about joining them for tea?’

      ‘Er—yes,’ she said jerkily. ‘I—I have a bit of a headache, I thought I’d go for a walk instead.’ Her voice gained confidence as her excuse took shape. ‘Please give them my apologies.’

      ‘Of course, miss,’ the middle-aged man nodded. ‘Is there anything I can get you? Aspirin?’

      ‘The fresh air is all I need,’ she smiled brightly. ‘Thank you.’

      She picked up her jacket once he had gone, then hurried from the house, collecting Ragtag to set off across the fields at the back of the house. There were sheep everywhere, most of the ewes having a young lamb