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Annie was intrigued now. ‘Is it?’
‘It isn’t important,’ Anthony dismissed carelessly. ‘Although you do realise, with Rufus around, we’re going to have to be even more careful about when and where the two of us meet?’
She had been debating this afternoon, as she’d stood on the jetty waiting for him—pointlessly, as it turned out—whether or not they should meet again. Oh, she was no less attracted to him, and she wanted to feel wanted by him, but he was engaged to another woman—no matter how much of a farce, on his part, the engagement now was.
This was the circle in which she had kept going round and round, and every time she’d come back to the fact that she was attracted to a man who was engaged to marry someone else. Even though the attraction seemed to be reciprocated, it was still wrong for her to feel this way about a man promised to another girl.
She drew in a controlling breath. ‘Perhaps we shouldn’t meet...’
‘I was hoping you would say that!’ Anthony gave her a hug, smiling down at her when he released her. ‘It won’t be for long; as I’ve said, going by Rufus’s last visit, this one may only be for a day or so. Then we can start to see each other without worrying about him.’
That hadn’t been what she was about to say at all. Much as it pained her, the only conclusion she had come to concerning her relationship with Anthony—such as it was!—was that it would have to end. At least until Anthony had decided what he was going to do about his engagement. But Anthony seemed to have misunderstood her just now...
‘You really are wonderful, Annie,’ he told her huskily, blue eyes glowing. ‘How could I have been so stupid as to think I could make a go of things with Davina?’ He shook his head at his own lack of forethought. ‘I’ll sort things out, Annie, you’ll see. In the meantime, I intend to stay as much out of Rufus’s way as possible. I suggest you do the same.’
Easier said than done!
As Jessica had hoped, Daddy did come and carry her downstairs to dinner. Which meant he came up to Jessica’s bedroom to collect her. And as Annie was there too, having helped the young girl to dress in her prettiest dress—red velvet edged with fine lace at the neck and cuffs—she encountered Rufus again not much more than an hour later.
As the Diamonds were a family that dressed for dinner, his black evening suit, snowy white shirt and black bow-tie came as nothing of a surprise to Annie. The fact that the formality of his clothing did little to disguise the leashed power within was also expected; Rufus Diamond was a man who exuded arrogant masculinity.
‘Does our little mouse still have her roar this evening?’ he teased. ‘Or has Anthony managed to talk you down to a whimper?’
Jessica looked puzzled by his query. ‘But we don’t have any mice, Daddy.’
Annie didn’t pretend not to know it was her he was referring to. Usually she was so calm and controlled—temper tantrums hadn’t gone down too well at the children’s homes! It was only this man who brought back echoes of the fiery side of her nature that over the years she had taken such care to quell.
As he did now! ‘The younger Mr Diamond doesn’t talk down to me at all,’ she told him tartly.
The humour left Rufus’s darkly mocking face as he frowned, giving him a slightly menacing appearance—and making Annie wonder if she was wise to talk back to him so sharply. He was her employer, after all...
‘Don’t backtrack, Annie,’ he replied curtly—as if he was well able to read her inner uncertainty.
Maybe he could. She had never been any good at hiding her feelings. Another reason for ending this barely formed relationship with Anthony. It could only bring her grief, and possibly dismissal from working with the little girl she already adored. These sort of complications weren’t something she had given any thought to when she had opted to work in a family environment!
‘And I wasn’t talking down to you, either,’ Rufus continued firmly. ‘Jessica did nothing but extol your virtues for the earlier part of this evening.’ He ruffled his daughter’s hair affectionately, receiving a pleased giggle in return. Rufus turned back to Annie with darkly piercing eyes. ‘Children aren’t easily deceived.’
That was true; she had easily been able to tell, when she was in care, which people were genuinely interested in her and who was just making a show of being kind. But she didn’t see how anyone could be less than sincerely fond of a lovely child like Jessica.
‘Daddy...’ Jessica spoke carefully. ‘What does “extol your virtues” mean?’ She wrinkled her nose in confusion.
‘It means, young lady—’ Rufus easily swung his daughter up into his arms, grinning down at her ‘—that you think Annie is great!’
‘But she is,’ Jessica said without a shadow of doubt.
‘I’m sure she is, poppet.’ Rufus tickled his daughter as he carried her ceremoniously down the wide staircase.
Annie walked happily along behind them, pleased with the obvious closeness between father and daughter, despite Rufus’s three-month absence. The two could have been together only yesterday, so naturally affectionate was their relationship.
‘Mind you,’ Rufus paused to whisper conspiratorially to Jessica, ‘when I met Annie earlier, I didn’t think she was much older than you!’ This last, playful remark was accompanied by a glance back at a red-faced Annie. ‘She looks—much older in that black dress,’ he added lightly, blue gaze challenging.
‘I helped her to choose it,’ Jessica told him proudly.
And, in fact, she had. Having worked in a daytime kindergarten, where her evenings were her own, Annie hadn’t had much call for the sort of formal clothes she would need for one of the Diamond dinners. After two evenings of coming down in serviceable skirts and blouses, of feeling exactly what she was—the hired help—she had decided to change that, taking Jessica into town with her shopping on their first available Saturday and buying three dresses that, when matched with differing accessories, could get her through an evening no matter what company happened to arrive. On the very evening she’d bought the dresses she had been presented with a bishop and a judge, so her purchases had been well worth the effort!
She had bought black, royal-blue and white dresses, and tonight, as Rufus Diamond had duly noted, she wore the black one, which while not accentuating her figure, didn’t hide it either, the above-knee length revealing an expanse of shapely leg too. On a couple of other evenings she had worn a long floral scarf trailing from her throat, or a fitted jacket of powder-blue, but tonight she wore only a single silver broach fastened above her left breast; she hadn’t wanted to wear anything this evening that would draw attention to her!
‘And Annie is much older than me,’ Jessica added in a scandalised voice. ‘She’s twenty-two. She told me she is.’
‘Oh, that’s much older!’ Rufus agreed, only the twitch of his lips, as he turned briefly to Annie, telling of his repressed humour—again at her expense.
‘Really, Daddy.’ Jessica unwittingly sounded just like her grandmother at that moment. ‘You can be so silly at times.’ She gave an exasperated shake of her head—again, not unlike Celia would have done.
Annie doubted that the word ‘silly’ could be applied to Rufus—at any time. It certainly wasn’t the impression he had given her since their first meeting this afternoon!
And while Annie, in her parentless state, might have little idea of what a family dinner should be like, she was sure that the following couple of hours spent at the Diamond dining table was not it!
It was the strangest meal Annie had ever been present at—and she didn’t mean food-wise; as usual Mrs Wilson, the cook, had provided an excellent meal; homemade pâté, followed by duck in a delicious orange sauce, with fresh fruit in port to finish. But for all the justice the Diamond family paid it, it might as well have been the beans on toast Annie had often enjoyed in the past as her own meal of the day!
The tension around the table was intolerable, felt by all, she was sure, except Jessica—a happy Jessica with her father seated at her side. And Rufus Diamond was the catalyst for everyone else’s tension—although for all the notice he took of it he might have been as unaware of it as his daughter.
Or so Annie thought...
Jessica was seated between the two of them, and Rufus had to lean forward to speak to Annie. ‘Enjoying yourself?’ he asked, still with that repressed humour.
She had been wishing the meal over, at least her own and Jessica’s part in it. The young girl usually retired to bed when the coffee and port stage was reached. Although that might be different tonight, as her father was here...
As for enjoying the meal...! Celia was at her most haughty, while Davina, a tall, elegant blonde, flirted shamelessly with Rufus at every opportunity, and Anthony—well, Anthony seemed lost in his own reverie, paying little attention to any of them. This Annie was relieved about; the last thing she wanted was to give Rufus any more ammunition to fire at herself and Anthony!
‘Very much, thank you,’ she returned primly.
He gave that wolfish grin at her politeness. ‘Liar!’ he rejoined quietly.
She met his gaze unflinchingly. ‘I was referring to the food, of course.’
Once again she was taken aback when he threw back his head and gave a throaty laugh of pure enjoyment, those lines she had noticed earlier beside his eyes and mouth proving to be laughter lines—evidence that this man laughed a lot. And she didn’t think it was always at other people; somehow she sensed that he had the ability to laugh at himself too. This man was an enigma, a chameleon, one moment distant and forbidding, the next full of humour. It could take a lifetime to know such a man—
Annie broke off her thoughts with a guilty glance in Anthony’s direction, once again affected by his good looks, the way he smiled across at her conspiratorially, almost as if he had sensed her confusion—although not, thank goodness, the reason for it. She doubted he would smile at her in that way if he realised exactly what she had been thinking about his brother!
‘Would you care to share the joke with us, Annie?’ Celia Diamond’s mildly arrogant voice broke in on her thoughts. ‘I’m sure we could all do with some light amusement,’ she added dryly—showing she was far from immune to the awkwardness of the evening.
But as she and the rest of the family, and the tension that existed between them with Rufus’s presence, were the subject of that light amusement Annie somehow didn’t think the other woman would be at all happy to share the joke!
Annie shot Rufus a look that clearly cried ‘help’—although, even knowing Rufus’s sense of humour as little as she did, she had a feeling he might just enjoy sitting back and watching her squirm!
‘It was just a little anecdote about Jessica that Annie wished to share with me.’ Thankfully, Rufus did come to her rescue. ‘Speaking of which,’ he added, with an affectionate wink at his daughter, ‘I think it’s time Jess went up to bed. No protests, young lady,’ he added with gentle reproof as he sensed that was exactly what she was about to give him. ‘You’re going to need plenty of sleep if you’re going to attempt to beat me at chess tomorrow.’
This was the first indication Annie had had that the child played chess; she seemed very young to have mastered such a complicated game. Nevertheless Annie had stood up to leave quickly enough herself at Rufus’s first suggestion of it; this evening couldn’t end quickly enough as far as she was concerned!
Although Rufus’s next comment warned her that, for her at least, it was far from over...!
‘Carry on and have coffee without me,’ he told his family as he easily swung Jessica back up into his arms. ‘Once we have Jessica settled for the night, I intend talking to Annie for a while.’
It wasn’t the easy dismissal of her own coffee that bothered her, nor even Rufus’s casual grouping of the two of them, but that innocuous-sounding mention of ‘talking to Annie for a while’...
What did Rufus want to talk to her about? The fact that she was the new nanny to his daughter? Or something else...?
CHAPTER THREE
‘THESE are excellent references.’ Rufus put the two letters he had just read down on the desk in front of him, his eyes narrowed thoughtfully. ‘They must have been sorry to lose you at the kindergarten.’
It was a statement, not a question, Annie knew that—because Brenda Thompson, the person in charge of the kindergarten, had clearly said so in her letter of reference.
They were in Rufus Diamond’s study, a spacious room furnished with heavy mahogany furniture; it was next to the library, and Annie hadn’t even known it was here, let alone entered it before. Not that this particularly surprised her. Clifftop House was an enormous place, with two completely self-contained wings at either end of it. One housed the servants who lived in, the other appeared to be unused, and there were dozens of rooms that Annie had never been into.
Rufus had kissed his daughter goodnight once they were upstairs, leaving Annie to prepare the little girl for bed and informing her that he would see her downstairs in his study as soon as she had finished what she was doing. Annie had had to ask Jessica for directions to her father’s study.
As she sat across the desk from him now, it was as if those moments of humour between them earlier had never happened. She felt like one of the children at the home, hauled before Mrs James for some misdemeanour or other! Not that she ever had been. Keep your head down and stay out of trouble—that had been her motto. It had seemed to work quite well—
‘Excellent references,’ Rufus repeated slowly, the removal of his jacket and loosening of his bow-tie not making him look any more approachable. ‘But they actually tell me very little about you. Who are you? Where are your family? Are you likely to leave at a moment’s notice. too?’ he added grimly, obviously thinking of the absent Margaret. ‘I think I have a right to ask these questions; after all, you are in charge of my daughter on a day-to-day basis.’
Annie agreed with him, knew she would be the same if her own daughter’s welfare were at stake. And yet, from Rufus Diamond, these questions seemed an intrusion. It was totally illogical, but she found she didn’t want to tell him any more about herself than she had to.
‘I’m Annie Fletcher. And I’m your typical Orphan Annie,’ she added self-derisively. ‘I have no family that I’m aware of. And I wouldn’t leave here, or Jessica, without giving you a good reason—and time enough to find a replacement!’
His mouth twisted. ‘I believe Margaret told me the same thing.’
She shrugged. ‘You’ll have to take that up with Margaret; I never met her.’ Jessica had been without a nanny for almost a week when Annie had arrived two months ago. ‘All I can say is that I won’t do the same thing.’
‘Take it or leave it, hmm?’ Rufus said shrewdly.
‘I didn’t mean that at all,’ Annie defended quietly, hot colour in her cheeks. ‘Of course you don’t have to take it or leave it; you’re my employer, and you’re perfectly within your rights to want certain assurances. I seriously doubt I would ever choose to leave Jessica.’ Her expression softened as she spoke of the child.
Dark eyes assessed her questioningly. ‘You’re fond of my daughter?’
‘Very.’ She didn’t take offence at the question—not this one—although she felt sure there were plenty of others Rufus Diamond could and would ask that would be very offensive indeed!
‘And just how fond of my brother are you?’
That was one of them! It wasn’t altogether unexpected, though; she had known since the three of them met in the hallway earlier that Rufus would have to make some reference to it. She wasn’t disappointed!
‘I like all the family,’ she said evasively.
Rufus’s mouth thinned. ‘Even Celia?’ he queried. The other woman could be extremely haughty, and Annie knew now she considered her a servant. But at least Celia was honest about it, made no pretence of it being otherwise, and for the main part she had treated Annie fairly, if not exactly warmly.
‘Even Celia,’ she confirmed firmly.
Rufus gave a humourless grin. ‘Methinks the lady doth protest too much,’ he said smoothly.
‘Not at all,’ Annie protested indignantly. ‘Mrs Diamond has been very kind in her own way.’ She regretted adding the last comment almost as soon as she had said it, knowing she had given Rufus an opening she hadn’t meant to. She didn’t have to wait long!
“‘In her own way”,’ Rufus retorted. ‘I’ve known Celia since I was two years old—and I’ve never seen her be kind to anyone. Not without a damn good reason!’ He added cynically, ‘And nannies to my daughter do not come under that category.’
Annie wasn’t particularly interested in his scathing comments concerning Celia, had no intention of getting into any sort of in-depth conversation concerning the other woman. What did interest her was Rufus’s reference to knowing Celia since he was two years old... Of course, most children didn’t begin to learn things about their parents until they were a few years old, but in this case she didn’t think that was what was meant...
Rufus was watching her closely, well aware of her puzzlement, she was sure. The man seemed to miss nothing!
‘You really don’t know too much about this family, do you?’ he said slowly.
She knew she loved Jessica, that Celia lived her role as lady of the manor to perfection—and that Anthony was trapped in an engagement he shouldn’t be in! What else did she need to know?
‘Perhaps I should get back to my original question.’ Rufus spoke purposefully now, dark eyes watchful. ‘How well do you know Anthony?’
Not well enough, obviously. Because until this last weekend she hadn’t even realised he had a fiancée. He had been down for several weekend visits on his own, which was when Annie had found herself becoming attracted to his charm and good looks. It had been a shock—and a disappointment—when he had arrived on Saturday with Davina, to stay for a week. Then he had kissed her on Sunday... Now she was just confused about the whole thing.
‘I don’t,’ she answered honestly. Did you have to know a person well to be attracted to them?
Rufus was still watching her with those shrewdly assessing eyes. ‘In that case,’ he finally said harshly, ‘my advice to you is stay well away from him!’
She remained outwardly calm, but flinched inwardly at the force behind Rufus’s words. It had been obvious from the first that there was little love lost between the two brothers, and that the dislike was mutual. But once more Rufus Diamond was talking to her as if she were no older than Jessica. Maybe falling for the charm of a man who had turned out to be engaged to marry another woman wasn’t the most sensible thing she had ever done in her life, but, as Jessica had pointed out earlier, she was much older than her young charge—old enough to make her own mistakes, or otherwise!
‘Fatherly advice, Mr Diamond?’ she returned smartly.
His mouth tightened as her barb hit home. ‘I was only joking with Jessica earlier when I made that remark about your age.’ He easily guessed which comment of his she had taken exception to. ‘I also take back what I said down on the beach, about your being young and impressionable,’ he added at her bemused expression. ‘Young you may be, but you’re nobody’s fool.’
Annie drew in a sharp breath; she wasn’t so sure about that!
The fact remained that she hadn’t known about Anthony’s fiancée until Saturday, but even when she had found out she had still allowed him to kiss her. Wasn’t that foolish in the extreme, even if she did feel so deeply attracted to him?
‘Thank you,’ she accepted huskily, not quite able to meet the deep blue of Rufus’s gaze.
‘And whether my advice just now was fatherly or not,’ he continued briskly, ‘you would do well to take it!’
She bristled indignantly. Rufus had arrived here only a few short hours ago, and yet he seemed to have done nothing in that time but issue orders and upset people—mostly her! And, while she accepted he had a right to tell her what he required of her as far as Jessica was concerned, she did not welcome his interference in what she considered to be her private life!
Nevertheless, she chose her next words carefully. ‘You’re very kind, Mr Diamond—’
‘I’m no more kind than Celia,’ he cut in scathingly. ‘Anthony either, for that matter. In fact, we aren’t a very kind family,’ he concluded.
‘In that case, I’m surprised you leave—’ She broke off abruptly, warned by the sudden dark anger in his face that she would be overstepping the line with the observation she was about to make concerning Jessica. She looked up at him with wide, apprehensive eyes as he stood up forcefully, his size seeming to fill the room.
‘Not young and impressionable at all,’ he said with deliberation. ‘And for God’s sake take that scared-rabbit look off your face,’ he told her disgustedly, moving around the desk to perch on it in front of her. ‘I may not be kind, Annie, but by the same token I’ve never struck a woman in my life. And I don’t intend to start with you. Even if you do say the damnedest things,’ he added gratingly. ‘I leave Jessica here because there is nowhere else for her to go. Her mother is dead.’ It was a flat statement of fact, revealing none of his inner feelings concerning the loss. ‘And I can hardly take her with me when I go on an assignment!’
Annie could see the sense of that; she also knew that Jessica fared so much better than she had herself. Her own mother had died shortly after giving birth to her, and she had never even known who her father was, only the circumstances of her birth. Whereas Jessica obviously adored her father, for all his long absences.
Annie moistened her lips. ‘I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to criticise—’
‘Yes, you did,’ he said without rancour. ‘And I probably deserve it.’ He reached out to put his hand beneath her chin and gently raise her face so that she had no choice but to look directly into his. He didn’t look angry any more, his mouth curving into a smile. ‘You’ll do, Annie Fletcher,’ he told her huskily. ‘You love my daughter, that’s all the reference you need.’ He easily dismissed the two letters she had provided.
