A Convenient Wedding. Lucy Gordon

that I believe you. I’m not saying I do, but let’s pretend. Why find a husband this way? I’d have thought the world was full of fortune-hunters without having to advertise your desperation. And you don’t look too bad.’

      Meryl stared at him, almost beyond speech. ‘Not too bad?’

      ‘OK, you’re passable—for a man whose taste runs to brunettes. Mine doesn’t, and even if it did you’re the last woman I’d want.’

      She breathed hard. ‘I was not proposing a love match—’

      ‘Luckily for both of us—’

      ‘It’s a serious business proposition.’

      Jarvis Larne snorted. ‘And I’m Santa Claus.’

      ‘I said business and I meant business. Nothing else would persuade me even to consider marriage to a man who has all the charm of a scrubbing brush. Unfortunately I need you almost as much as you appear to need me—’

      ‘I do not need you, madam!’

      ‘Let me finish. Under my father’s will I don’t get full control of my money until I’m twenty-seven, which is nearly three years away. Unless I marry. Then I get it on my wedding day. But until then I’m stuck.’

      ‘Sounds like somebody knew you pretty well,’ Jarvis Larne said grimly. ‘If you were my daughter I’d make you wait until you were fifty, and even then I doubt you’d have learned common sense.’

      ‘Now look—’

      ‘You look. You’ve got cuckoos in your head. So you got an answer to this stupid ad. You couldn’t telephone? Or find a way to check up? Oh no! You jump on the first plane and come to a place you know nothing about, to throw yourself into the arms of a man you also know nothing about.’

      ‘I had no intention of throwing myself into your arms or anyone else’s,’ Meryl said, speaking with difficulty. ‘What is on offer is my cash in return for the use of your name. Just that. No extras, because you don’t appeal to me—’

      ‘Well, you’ll excuse me if I don’t shoot myself—’

      ‘As for knowing nothing about you—I thought I did know something. The man who wrote this letter is charming, which rules you out, I see that now.’

      ‘Nobody has ever called me charming,’ he agreed. ‘It’s been very useful in keeping me safe from silly women.’

      She regarded him with her head tilted. ‘You wouldn’t find my dowry silly. It would mend the holes in this place. Do you have any other way of mending them?’

      ‘That does not concern you,’ he said in a dangerous voice.

      Meryl didn’t answer at once. It was typical of her that, at the height of the row, her temper faded and she began to see that this had a funny side.

      ‘Please don’t be nervous,’ she told him sweetly. ‘I promise you I have no designs on your virtue.’

      That infuriated him, she was glad to note. ‘Don’t push me too far, madam.’

      ‘Let’s get to the bottom line. I need your name; you need my money.’

      ‘What I need is your absence,’ he retorted through gritted teeth. ‘Preferably at once, but it’ll have to wait until tomorrow.’

      ‘And then I’m supposed to leave? How? In my drowned car?’

      ‘We’ll find it when the tide’s out.’ He became suddenly very interested in the contents of his desk.

      ‘When I’ve got it back I’ll decide what to do. And would you please have the decency to look at me while I’m talking to you?’

      ‘It’s for the sake of decency that I’m not looking at you,’ he growled, keeping his gaze averted.

      Glancing down, she saw that the belt had become untied, and the bathrobe had sagged open, so that her nakedness was completely revealed. She was briefly too nonplussed to move, and in that moment Jarvis, thinking it safe, turned his gaze back to her. He looked away again almost at once, but in the split second she met his eyes she saw a flash of reaction. Meryl hastily retied the belt, feeling dizzy.

      So he thought she was only passable, did he? She knew differently now.

      He began talking, still with his face averted.

      ‘It serves you right for acting without thinking,’ he said unsympathetically. ‘The sooner this nonsense is over, the better.’

      ‘It’s all right, you can look now.’

      He did so. ‘Hannah will see you to your room, and take you up some supper.’

      ‘You mean you’re not inviting me to eat with you?’

      He regarded her. ‘Wearing that?’

      ‘Aren’t there some clothes I could borrow?’

      ‘You’ve already got my robe. What else can I offer you?’

      She folded her arms and regarded him challengingly. ‘Lord Larne, anyone would think you didn’t want me to dine with you.’

      ‘You amaze me.’

      ‘Well?’

      ‘I was being polite about it. I still think there’s something fishy about you—’

      She gave a choke of laughter. ‘After that swim I should think there is.’

      Her unexpected humour disconcerted him, but he recovered. ‘I don’t trust you and I won’t spend another moment talking to you.’ He raised his voice to call, ‘Hannah, you can come in now.’

      The door opened so quickly that it was clear Hannah had been eavesdropping and that her employer accepted it as normal.

      ‘Please take Miss Winters to the Green Room, make sure she’s warm and well fed.’

      ‘Like I’m a horse,’ Meryl observed.

      ‘Miss Winters, if I was to give my honest opinion about what you are we’d be here all night and one of us would be arrested for murder. Let’s both quit while we’re ahead.’

      He strode out, without waiting for her reply.

      Hannah produced a pair of slippers. ‘They’re Jarvis’s,’ she said. ‘You could have had mine but I’m afraid—’ She paused delicately.

      ‘I’ve got big feet,’ Meryl said without rancour. ‘It comes with being built like a beanpole—as a certain person described me tonight.’

      ‘It’s just until your own things are dried out. I’ll show you to your room.’

      Lord Larne’s slippers were three sizes too large, forcing Meryl to walk without flexing her feet. Crossing the great hall she caught a glimpse of herself in a long mirror and realised that between the huge robe and the floppy footwear she was waddling like a duck in a duvet.

      Adventure.

      Then her attention was claimed by her surroundings. Stone walls covered with shields and weapons arranged in circles, paintings of battles, suits of armour: the English Middle Ages came to life all around her as she turned and turned in dazed circles.

      ‘I’ll show you over the place tomorrow,’ Hannah said as she gently urged her up the vast curving staircase.

      ‘He’s going to throw me out tomorrow,’ Meryl informed her cheerfully. ‘Either that or murder me in my bed. I don’t think he’s quite decided.’

      ‘Are you going to let him throw you out?’

      ‘Certainly not. I might decide to leave, but if he thinks I’m going at his command, he’s got another think coming.’

      ‘That’s what I thought,’ Hannah said, sounding pleased.

      They