But he still looked only wickedly amused, and she was suddenly acutely conscious of his height and physique, the way his clothes sat on his well-built frame and how wide his shoulders looked beneath the white-knit sports shirt, how lean his torso and long his legs in his khaki trousers...
She realized suddenly and too late that she’d unwittingly fallen prey to that curl of interest Declan Holmes had been able, always able, she thought with a pang, to arouse in her, but not only that, make her hate herself for. All right, she thought then and tossed her head, you’ve always dealt with it before, do so again, Arizona!
She held out her hand. ‘A businesslike handshake, Declan? Why not.’
He took her hand but didn’t shake it. Instead, he examined it thoughtfully and said finally, ‘An elegant hand, Arizona. But I’m glad you don’t go in for long, talon-like nails.’
She looked at her short, oval, unvarnished nails and grimaced, taken a bit by surprise. ‘They’re not exactly practical, long nails, are they?’
‘Many women have them, however.’
‘I would have thought...’ She stopped.
‘Go on,’ he prompted.
‘I would have thought you liked your women ultra-sophisticated, Declan,’ she said deliberately.
He smiled enigmatically. ‘Which just goes to show you shouldn’t have too many preconceived ideas about me, Arizona. Mind you, I’ve seen you looking pretty sophisticated at times.’
She grimaced. ‘Sophisticated clothes, perhaps. But since I’m happiest when I’m gardening or making plans for this place or with the kids, I don’t think I’m particularly sophisticated at all.’ She stopped rather suddenly and looked defiant first then weary.
‘What?’ he said softly.
‘Didn’t I give myself away—making plans for this place,’ she repeated ironically.
‘A little,’ he said reflectively, ‘but I’d always rather you were honest with me, Arizona, so don’t worry about it too much.’ And so saying; he raised her hand to his lips and kissed it.
Arizona was frozen for a long, strange moment during which she was assaulted by the oddest sensations. She seemed to tingle all the way up her arm. If she’d thought she was conscious of Declan Holmes before, she was doubly so now, and she got the unnerving impression that if he chose to draw her into his arms, she’d be unable to resist.
What did happen was that the door opened and Ben stood there, damp, windblown and breathless, and he took one look at the frozen little scene before his eyes and said in a voice quite unlike his own, ‘Let her go, damn you, Declan! I knew that’s what you were here for, but she was my father’s wife.’
‘Ben!’ Arizona protested, as Declan released her hand unhurriedly. ‘Ben, what are you doing here anyway? You—’
‘You thought I’d be well out of the way, didn’t you, Arizona? Well, I couldn’t stand those stupid boys so I came back.’ And with a furious gesture he turned and flung out of the room, slamming the door.
‘Ben!’ Arizona whispered and turned to Declan Holmes. ‘Now look what you’ve done!’
‘Something that doesn’t quite meet the eye?’ he suggested with his own eyes narrowed and thoughtful. ‘If he’s run away from his troop, is there any way you can get in touch with them to let them know he’s safe?’
‘I... yes,’ Arizona said agitatedly. ‘They have a mobile phone with them that they operate from the battery of their vehicle, only I can’t remember where I put the slip of paper...’ She looked around feverishly then took hold. ‘I know where it is—I’ll ring them. But what are we going to do with him? He—’
‘Leave him to me,’ Declan said evenly. He added, ‘Don’t go to bed until I see you again, Arizona.’
She opened her mouth to say something angry but changed her mind at his look and turned away as he strode out.
It was an hour before he came back to her, during which she’d been able to settle to nothing, and she was sitting disconsolately drinking another cup of coffee.
‘How is he? Is he all right? You weren’t too hard on him, were you?’
He answered none of her questions as he closed the door and poured himself a cup of coffee.
‘Well?’ Arizona said impatiently.
‘Calm yourself, my dear,’ he murmured. ‘He’s fine—or rather, he will be fine soon. I made a suggestion to him that will, I think, solve a lot of his problems.’
‘What?’
‘Boarding school.’
‘No! Don’t you think he’s feeling lonely enough as it is without being sent away from us? And then there’s Daintry—’
‘He can take Daintry. The school I have in mind, as well as being a particularly good school, has a riding school attached.’
‘But—’
‘Just listen to me, Arizona,’ Declan Holmes commanded and waited pointedly.
‘Go on,’ she said with a shrug after their gazes locked and she detected a will in this matter stronger than her own.
‘Thank you,’ he said with irony. ‘He can come home for the weekend once a month and we can visit him one Sunday a month.’
‘It sounds as if we’re putting him in jail,’ she commented curtly.
‘What we’ll be doing, in fact, is putting him in the company of other boys his age, providing him with a first-class education, plenty of sport and little time to—mope.’
Arizona stood up. ‘I still don’t like the thought of it one little bit.’
‘Then let me tell you what else we’ll be doing for him,’ he said dryly. ‘I hadn’t wanted to go into this and I promised him I wouldn’t so you’ll have to act as if you don’t know, but we’ll be removing him from the sheer torment of your presence.’
Arizona turned and stared incredulously at Declan Holmes. ‘What do you mean?’ she whispered.
‘I mean that Ben is wildly, miserably and hopelessly in love with you, my dear Arizona, or thinks he is.’
She gasped and paled. ‘I...he told you this?’
‘Yes, but only because I suspected it and—’ he gestured ‘—brought the subject up.’
Arizona sat down abruptly. ‘But he’s only a boy!’
‘He’s fifteen, Arizona, and I can assure you it’s neither impossible nor anything particularly unusual.’
She blinked rapidly. ‘But—I feel terrible!’
Declan Holmes smiled slightly. ‘It’s not your fault. But do you see now why he’ll be much better off at boarding school?’
‘I suppose so,’ she said miserably then looked at Declan suddenly. ‘What does he think, though?’
He shrugged. ‘He’s not exactly jumping for joy at the moment, but I think it’s helped to have a man-to-man chat, and I promise you, he’ll be fine.’
‘A man-to-man chat,’ she echoed.
‘Yes.’ He grimaced. ‘I told him I was in a similar position.’
She stared at him and felt herself colour. ‘Not wildly, miserably, hopelessly in love with me, surely!’ she said to cover it.
He returned her look with a little glint in his eyes of wicked amusement. ‘I told him I was greatly attracted and planned to marry you—after the first shock of it and after relieving