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‘How about that, March?’ he drawled mockingly. ‘We can have dinner together, after all!’
Oh, goody—she didn’t think!
‘Will invited me out to dinner earlier,’ she told May bluntly as her sister looked slightly puzzled by the conversation.
May looked speculative now as she glanced first at Will Davenport and then more closely at March. ‘Really?’ she finally murmured enigmatically.
‘Really!’ March confirmed with a certain amount of resentment; the last thing she wanted was for her eldest sister to start thinking there was actually anything between Will Davenport and herself—because there wasn’t. ‘I said no, of course,’ she said flatly. ‘One can never be too careful, can one?’ she added pointedly.
May turned to Will Davenport. ‘Our younger sister used to sing at a hotel in town and was recently—involved, in the arrest of a man who was attacking people in this area,’ she explained with a grimace.
‘I sincerely hope you’re not implying that I—’
‘No, of course not,’ May laughingly dismissed Will Davenport’s mocking query. ‘It just wasn’t very pleasant, for January, or anyone else, for that matter,’ she added with a frown. ‘In fact, her fiancé has taken her away for a short holiday to get over it.’
‘January?’ Will Davenport echoed ruefully. ‘Your parents certainly liked the names of months for their children, didn’t they?’
‘Personally, I’ve always been rather relieved I wasn’t born in September,’ March put in dryly. ‘I can imagine nothing worse than going through life being called Sept! I suppose August wouldn’t have been too bad—’ She broke off as May spluttered with laughter.
‘That wouldn’t have suited you at all!’ May explained with a grin.
‘No, March suits you perfectly,’ Will Davenport assured her wryly.
March gave him a narrow-eyed look as she placed the mug of tea on the table in front of him.
He returned her gaze with a look that was just too innocent for her liking. ‘I’ve always looked on the month of March as brisk and crisp, the month that blows all the cobwebs away,’ he drawled mockingly.
‘That’s March to a T!’ May confirmed with another laugh.
‘Thanks very much!’ she muttered disgruntledly.
‘You’re welcome.’ Will gave a derisive inclination of his head before turning back to May. ‘Dinner this evening sounds wonderful—if you’re sure I’m not intruding?’
Of course he was intruding. But, as March knew only too well, beggars couldn’t be choosers, and the money he would pay them in rent over the next two weeks—once they had paid the commission to Carter and Jones, of course—would be very useful. The roof needed fixing on the barn, for one thing, and there were any number of small jobs about the farm that needed doing.
No, all things considered, she didn’t mind this man ‘intruding’ for two weeks.
Will couldn’t get over the likeness between the two sisters. He probably should have realized the connection when May Calendar had introduced herself on his arrival, but at the time he had had something much more important to occupy his mind.
As it still occupied his mind!
‘You said your sister January is away on holiday with her fiancé at the moment?’ he prompted lightly.
‘Max.’ May nodded with an affectionate smile. ‘It’s been rather a whirlwind romance, but we like him, don’t we, March?’ She looked up at her sister for confirmation.
Giving Will a few seconds’ reprieve to come to terms with this latest piece of information. Max had got himself engaged to one of the Calendar sisters? Well, that certainly explained a lot!
‘We do now,’ March said with satisfaction.
‘Oh?’ Will prompted interestedly.
But not too interestedly, he hoped; he might have walked into the lion’s den by accident—designed by March Calendar herself, if she did but know it!—but he was staying through choice.
He liked these two women. But especially March, with her quirky sense of humour and her outspokenness. It was refreshing to meet someone who said exactly what she thought. Or, if she didn’t exactly say it, looked what she thought.
But he was still stunned by the fact that Max had become so personally involved with this family that he was actually going to marry one of them. Max had been a loner for as long as Will could remember, had always scorned the very idea of love, let alone marriage. Although if January was anything like March and May, perhaps the attraction was understandable…
Yes, he liked these two women, but whether or not they were still going to like him at the end of two weeks was another matter…
‘Just a little family problem,’ May answered him dismissively.
‘Anything I could help with?’ Even as he asked the question Will knew he had gone too far, could see the puzzlement in May’s expression, March’s more openly hostile.
‘Not unless you’re acquainted with Jude Marshall,’ March bit out hardly. ‘Max is a lawyer, originally sent here on Jude Marshall’s behalf to buy our farm,’ she explained at Will’s frowning look. ‘Which we aren’t interested in selling!’ she added with a pointedly determined look in May’s direction.
A look Will was all too aware of. Dissension in the ranks? It certainly looked like it. May’s next words confirmed it.
‘We’re thinking about it, March,’ she told her sister.
‘You might be—but I’m certainly not,’ March snapped, two spots of angry colour now in the paleness of her cheeks.
May sighed before turning back to Will. ‘You’ll have to excuse us, I’m afraid, Mr Davenport—’
‘Will,’ he put in smoothly.
May smiled in acknowledgement. ‘I’m afraid that whether or not we should sell the farm is an ongoing problem at the moment.’ She gave a rueful shake of her head.
‘May thinks we should, and I don’t agree with her,’ March snapped unnecessarily.
‘And what does January think?’ Will was intrigued about the younger sister, in spite of himself. Although he had already guessed at the rift between March and May over the situation…
‘She’ll go along with whatever I decide,’ March announced triumphantly.
‘Whatever you decide?’ he prompted mildly; there were three sisters, shouldn’t they all decide?
‘Yes, you see May is—’
‘I think we’ve bored Mr—Will,’ May corrected at Will’s gently reproving look. ‘We’ve bored him with our problems long enough for one day, March,’ she stated firmly as she stood up. ‘The only thing that Will needs to know is that we definitely won’t be selling the farm during the two weeks he wants to stay here,’ she added lightly.
‘That’s a relief.’ He smiled, preparing to leave as he took May having stood up as his cue to leave. ‘I should be back by about five o’clock, if that’s okay?’
May nodded. ‘The garage beneath the studio is for your use.’
‘Yes.’ March grinned now. ‘One fall of snow and you could lose your little car underneath it!’
What March described as a ‘little car’ was in fact a Ferrari! It was Will’s pride and joy, the culmination of years of hard work. But, he had to admit, March was probably right about the snow! Yorkshire was having a particularly hard winter this year, many people having been snowbound in their homes until the last few days.
He gave a rueful smile. ‘I’ll try to remember that.’ He nodded.
‘Dinner is at seven o’clock,’ May told him briskly as she walked to the door with him.
‘Stew and dumplings tonight, isn’t it, May?’ March put in with a deliberately mocking smile in Will’s direction.
She obviously didn’t see him as a man who normally ate such nourishingly basic fare, and in one way she was probably right; he lived alone, had a busy life, and things like home cooking were not a luxury he could afford. Although he didn’t think March would understand what he meant by that…
‘It sounds wonderful,’ he told May warmly.
‘Just like your old granny used to make?’ March put in tauntingly.
‘March!’ May winced laughingly.
‘Let’s hope so,’ Will answered March dryly. ‘My grandmother is a first-class cook!’ he added challengingly, rewarded with the satisfaction of seeing that superior smile wiped off March’s beautiful face!
‘So was ours, and she taught us all to cook,’ May assured him smilingly, lightly touching the sleeve of his coat in apology for March’s outspokenness.
Strange that it was their grandmother who had taught the three sisters to cook, and not their mother…?
‘There you are, March; something we have in common!’ He grinned across at her.
‘It’s probably the only thing,’ she muttered in reply.
Causing Will’s grin to widen appreciatively. This woman really did have an answer for everything!
‘Any chance of a home-made apple pie to go with the stew and dumplings?’ he prompted hopefully. ‘My grandmother makes the most mouth-watering pastry too,’ he added dryly.
‘Would you like us to get out the best silver and white table linen too?’ March came back impatiently.
He raised mocking blond brows. ‘Not unless it’s what you normally do, no.’
‘Hardly,’ she scorned.
‘It was only a suggestion about the pie.’ He shrugged, laughter gleaming in his eyes at March’s obvious disgust with the whole conversation. ‘Obviously if you can’t make mouth-watering pastry—’
‘Oh, but she can,’ May put in, laughter lurking in her own eyes now as she listened to the exchange with obvious enjoyment. ‘The art of making good pastry is having cold hands, I’m told,’ she added mischievously.
‘“Cold hands warm heart”?’ Will returned teasingly.
‘Let’s leave my heart out of it,’ March put in disgustedly.
Hmm, perhaps they had better, Will agreed with an inward frown. It was one thing to have a little fun at March Calendar’s expense—as she had done earlier with him!—quite another for him to actually become involved with any of the Calendar sisters.
From all accounts, with Max’s recent—surprising!—engagement to January Calendar, his friend had already fallen into that particular trap; he didn’t think Jude would appreciate having Will do it too!
CHAPTER THREE (#ulink_9f362a63-e035-5ce4-977b-70b993246337)
‘I CAN’T believe I’m actually doing this,’ March muttered as she rolled out the pastry for the apple pie.
May chuckled behind her as she laid the kitchen table for their evening meal.
‘Will Davenport had better eat this after I’ve gone to all this trouble!’ March added disgruntledly.
‘Why did you send him here if you don’t like him?’ May sounded puzzled. ‘Although, personally, I have to say I found him extremely charming.’
March continued to make the pie. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Will Davenport—she did, too much if the truth were told—but there was just something about him… Maybe she was imagining it, but she just had a feeling there was something he wasn’t telling them.
Which was pretty stupid, when she actually thought about it; considering they really knew very little about Will Davenport, not even the reason he was in the area on business, there was a lot they didn’t know about him!
‘I hope the studio is warmer now,’ May added worriedly, glancing out the kitchen window across to the garage/studio.
Will had arrived back at the farm over an hour ago, the lights on above the garage to show his occupancy, although they had seen nothing of the man himself.
Although that was soon going to change, March realized after a brief glance at the clock; in just over half an hour, Will was going to arrive for dinner.
‘Did he say anything to you about why he’s in the area?’ March prompted her sister casually as she cleared away her mess.
‘Just looking around,’ May answered distractedly, obviously still worried about the heating in the studio.
‘At what?’ March turned to her sister frowningly.
May shrugged. ‘He didn’t say.’
‘Why didn’t you ask?’ March sighed frustratedly. ‘I would have done.’
‘I know you would have done.’ Her sister gave a frustrated shake of her head. ‘You didn’t answer my question about why you don’t like him?’ she reminded shrewdly.
‘I don’t have to like the man in order to rent the studio to him,’ March snapped, totally avoiding meeting her sister’s probing gaze.
‘Mercenary.’ May laughed softly.
Not at all. But if she was going to manage to keep the farm at all then the studio would have to be let as much as possible to help pay the way. Which meant she couldn’t be too choosy about whom she let it to!
Until quite recently the three sisters had been unanimous in their determination to keep the farm. But all that had changed in the last few weeks. January had just become engaged to Max, and it was pretty obvious that they weren’t going to wait too long before getting married. And May, whose hobby was acting in the local amateur dramatic society, had recently been spotted by a film director who was interested in casting her in the film he was to make in the summer. Which left only March…
Maybe it didn’t make much sense, or maybe she was just being her normal stubborn self, but March didn’t want to sell the farm to this elusive Jude Marshall just so that he could include it in the neighbouring estate, which he had recently purchased, to make into an extensive health and country club! From the little she had been able to find out, the farm was to become part of the golf club he intended building on the complex. A golf club, for goodness’ sake—when her family had lived and worked on this farm for generations.
March turned from putting the pie in the oven, frowning slightly. ‘Talking about money—’
‘When aren’t we?’ May put in disgustedly.
March smiled in sympathy. ‘For once I wasn’t referring to our own lack of it.’ She grimaced. ‘There’s something going on at the agency that just doesn’t make sense to me. Well, it does. But—’ She broke off as a brief knock sounded on the kitchen door, rapidly followed by Will Davenport’s expected appearance. ‘Never mind,’ March told her sister dismissively. ‘I’ll talk to you about it some other time.’
‘Am I too early?’ Will hesitated in the doorway at March’s glare.
‘Of course not,’ May was the one to answer him welcomingly—cutting off March’s more blunt reply!—quickly pulling Will inside and shutting the door to keep out the cold.
Something March was grateful for, knowing herself overwhelmed by a sudden feeling of uncharacteristic shyness.
She hadn’t really thought that Will Davenport would actually want to rent the studio, had been, as he’d said earlier, just paying him back a little for his ungentlemanly behaviour of this morning. But now that he had decided to rent the studio, after all, she realized just how attracted she was to him.
