Single Girl Abroad: Untameable Rogue. Kelly Hunter

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Название Single Girl Abroad: Untameable Rogue
Автор произведения Kelly Hunter
Жанр Зарубежные любовные романы
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want to talk about what you’re doing to my brother, Maddy?’

      ‘No.’ Talk was overrated.

      ‘Do you need me to tell you that if you play him, and hurt him, we may not be able to remain friends?’

      ‘No.’ She already had that bit figured. She’d had a younger brother too. Once. She picked up her handbag. Jacob stood aside to let her pass. ‘I know the thickness of blood,’ she said quietly. And the fragility of friendship. ‘I wasn’t playing your brother for sport, Jacob. I wasn’t playing him at all.’

      She didn’t know why she’d done what she’d done with Luke Bennett.

      ‘Maddy …’ Jacob’s gruff voice stopped her in the doorway. ‘Even if you’re not playing with him … don’t hurt him.’

      Madeline smiled faintly. ‘You care about him a lot, don’t you?’

      ‘He’s my brother.’ Jacob ran his hand through already untidy hair. ‘I care for you too. As a friend, you understand. Not as a …’ Jacob appeared to be at a loss for words. ‘You know.’

      ‘I understand.’

      ‘Good,’ he said awkwardly. ‘Because I don’t want you getting hurt either.’

      ‘I understand.’

      ‘Good,’ he said again. ‘So that’s settled, then?’

      ‘Definitely.’

      ‘See you tomorrow.’

      ‘Can’t wait.’

      Madeline stepped out of the dojo, hailed a taxi, and headed for the nearest gin and tonic, silently rueing the day she met her first Bennett brother and thanking her lucky stars there’d been a ten-year interim in which to get used to the breed before she’d met her second.

      Jake took one look at his wallet sitting in the toaster and headed for the Scotch.

      CHAPTER FOUR

      MADELINE kept her lunch appointment with Jacob and Po the following day, never mind that staying away from the dojo while Luke was in residence seemed by far the better option. She had a burning need to help the runaways of the world find their way home, and if that wasn’t possible then she would find them a place where they could flourish and grow as children should grow. Strange as it seemed, Jacob’s dojo was such a haven.

      Half-grown outcasts felt comfortable there. Madeline felt comfortable there, never mind that martial arts could be a brutal sport and Jacob had no mind to soften it. The dojo rules were fair and clear and utterly unbreakable.

      If Po could abide by such rules, Jacob would see to it that the kid thrived.

      Jacob and Po were working behind the counter today, Jacob on the computer with Po standing at his shoulder, watching intently.

      ‘He can’t read,’ said Jacob when he saw her. ‘He needs to be in school.’

      ‘No family information that Po’s willing to share with me, a fierce aversion to being logged into the system, no school,’ said Madeline in reply. ‘I figured housing came first and school could come later.’

      ‘A tutor, then,’ said Jacob.

      ‘That I can arrange.’ Madeline looked around casually. No Luke.

      ‘He’s not here,’ said Jacob without looking up from the screen.

      ‘Did I ask?’ said Madeline.

      ‘No, but you wanted to,’ said Jacob. Boy and man swapped amused glances.

      So they were right. Madeline shot them a narrowed glare. That didn’t mean she had to admit they were right. ‘Yesterday, you mentioned lunch,’ she said. ‘I’ve got twenty minutes.’

      ‘Why so tight?’ asked Jacob. ‘Problems with the empire?’

      ‘Always.’ She’d inherited a crumbling empire, not a thriving one. Staying one step ahead of the creditors had taken ingenuity and time. Fortunately, she’d had plenty of both. Madeline could play the widowed trophy wife to perfection when it suited her, but anyone doing business with Delacourte knew differently. The Delacourte upstart didn’t leech off Delacourte enterprises, she ran them, along with a fair few charity institutions on the side. ‘A meeting with the accountant beckons.’

      ‘I’ve got leftover mee goreng, a microwave, and an apprentice who knows his way around a kitchen,’ said Jacob.

      ‘You want me to fix the food?’ said Po.

      Jacob nodded and the boy slipped away, swift and silent.

      ‘Has he taken to karate?’ she asked.

      Jacob nodded, eyeing her tailored black business suit with a frown. ‘Po moves fast, thinks fast, and he’s so used to living rough that anything I set him to do is a softness. He and Luke started on some karate forms at around midnight last night and finished around two a.m. He was up again at six. The kid’ll nap now in snatches throughout the day and snap awake the moment something moves, ready to either fight or run. Breaks your heart.’

      ‘He’ll settle, though, won’t he? Eventually?’

      ‘Maybe.’ Jacob ran a hand through his hair. ‘I don’t know. Luke’s got a better handle on him than I do. Maybe you should talk to Luke.’

      Not quite what she had in mind. ‘Why? What does he say?’

      ‘He says he’ll stay another week unless a job comes up. And that he’ll keep an eye on Po while he’s here.’

      ‘And your brother can just do that? Change his plans on a whim?’

      ‘The man’s a free agent, Maddy. Would you think more of him if he couldn’t stay and help out for a while?’

      ‘I’m trying not to think of him at all,’ she muttered.

      ‘Is it working?’ said a silken voice from behind her. Madeline knew it was Luke, even before she turned to face him. Her body’s response to his nearness was very thorough.

      He wore a faded grey T-shirt, loose-fitting jeans, and a look in his eye that told her that if she had any sense she’d turn and run and keep right on running. ‘Where’s Po?’ he said.

      ‘Kitchen,’ replied Jacob.

      With a curt nod in Madeline’s direction, Luke left. Madeline made a concerted effort not to watch him go.

      Jacob just looked at her and sighed.

      ‘What?’ she said defiantly.

      ‘Nothing,’ said Jacob. ‘Nothing I want to talk about at any rate.’

      Amen.

      Luke made himself conspicuously absent during lunch. Po showed Madeline the room Jake had given him afterwards—bare walls, bare bulb, a chest of drawers, a bed, white sheets and a thin grey coverlet. Jacob was a minimalist when it came to possessions but Po seemed overwhelmed by the space and the fixtures that had suddenly been deemed his. Madeline asked Po if he felt like staying on as Jacob’s apprentice. If she’d done the right thing in bringing him here.

      Po nodded jerkily. Yes.

      She’d seen a noodle bar across the street from the dojo that she thought she might try out next Monday lunchtime. She could use some company if Po felt inclined to stop by …

      Another nod. System sorted.

      Madeline left the dojo with five minutes to spare before the start of her next meeting. It would take her another ten minutes to get to the accounting firm’s offices so she was already running late, even before she spotted Luke Bennett leaning against a shopfront wall not two doors down from the dojo, idly seeming to watch the world go by.

      While waiting for her to leave.

      She