The Unwilling Mistress. Кэрол Мортимер

he would later regret—like kiss that derisive smile right off her pouting lips!

      ‘I’m afraid there’s no telephone in the studio,’ May pointed out worriedly. ‘But you can use the one here if—’

      ‘Why doesn’t he just move in here completely? We can charge him bed and breakfast prices then!’ March put in scathingly.

      Will’s lips twitched with repressed humour as he saw the way May winced at her younger sister’s bluntness. March really was irrepressible.

      And, despite her obvious despair at March’s lack of manners, May was obviously staunchly protective of both her sisters. Making Will wonder how on earth Max, with his reserved haughtiness, had ever got the two older Calendar sisters’ approval to marry their younger sister!

      ‘That won’t be necessary,’ Will answered smilingly.

      ‘I have a mobile in the car.’

      ‘Well, of course you do,’ March snapped derisively.

      ‘How silly of us not to have realized that.’

      May gave a weary shake of her head, obviously deciding that the best thing to do for the moment was to just give up apologizing for March’s lack of manners. ‘Enjoy the pie, Will,’ she murmured ruefully. ‘And if there’s anything else you need, more towels, things like that, you have only to ask.’

      ‘We’ll send one of the maids over with it immediately,’ March muttered disparagingly.

      Will could see by the sudden fire that lit May’s gaze that she wasn’t always the calm, sensible sister, that she could be cutting herself when she felt it necessary. And he had a feeling that she would feel it necessary, where March was concerned, the moment he had gone out the door!

      Which was a pity; he really didn’t want to be the reason for any dissent between the two sisters. Even if March deserved it!

      ‘This pie looks delicious, March, thanks,’ he told her warmly.

      She frowned at him suspiciously, but as he calmly returned her gaze that frown eased from between her eyes. ‘You’re welcome,’ she finally murmured lightly.

      ‘Thanks for dinner, May, it was great.’ Will lingered in the doorway, having absolutely no idea why he was having such trouble getting out of the kitchen now that it was time to go—especially as it was his own decision to do so!

      ‘Don’t forget to return the compliment,’ March was the one to remind him pointedly.

      He hadn’t forgotten his earlier suggestion, Will acknowledged a little dazedly as he made his way back across the yard to the studio—he was just no longer sure he could cope with taking one Calendar sister out to dinner, let alone two!

      He felt slightly disorientated after being with them for less than an hour, slightly dazed, as if he had drunk too much wine in a smoke-filled room—how on earth was he going to feel after spending an evening with them?

      One thing he did know, he would have to clear his head before making his telephone call to Jude. A Jude, Will knew with certainty, who was going to be far from happy at Max’s obvious defection to the enemy camp…