The Pleasure King's Bride. Emma Darcy

bent over, exuding interest in what the child was saying.

      “Vikki Chan,” Jared elucidated. “Probably checking when and where to serve the honey prawns.”

      As with many of the Chinese population in Broome, she wore loose cotton trousers and an overblouse with slits on the side. Her grey hair was scraped into a bun and her much wrinkled face was creased into an indulgent smile. Clearly Alicia was at ease with her.

      Christabel gratefully seized on an impersonal topic of conversation. “I find it amazing that the Chinese and Japanese people here have adopted Western society names.”

      “They’ve been here a long time. Descendants of the divers in the old days.”

      “Yes, but they still keep many of their customs. Like leaving money on the graves in their cemetery.”

      “Ah, but that has to do with beliefs, not day-to-day mixing with people. The captains of the pearling luggers gave Western names to their divers, for their own convenience in identifying them. The practice was accepted and passed on.”

      “A very arrogant practice, imposing one culture on another.”

      “Not a culture. Just a name. The Chinese culture is alive and thriving in Broome.” He slid her a dry look. “I doubt you’d find Vikki critical on that point. She’s quite the queen bee in the Chinese community.”

      Being the keeper of the Picard home probably carried a certain status, Christabel thought, and being of a venerable age undoubtedly carried weight. She wasn’t really expecting the bright and shrewd intelligence that came straight at her from the old woman’s eyes when she straightened up from talking to Alicia.

      Christabel felt herself blushing. Nothing was escaping those eyes. They had her stripped and logged in detail, with probably a character analysis done, as well. It took staunch discipline to keep walking up the steps to the veranda, her spine automatically stiffening at feeling herself scrutinised so comprehensively.

      It reminded Christabel of her first meeting with Bernhard Kruger after she’d married his son.

      Was she suitable?

      Would she fit into the right mould?

      Would she deliver what was required of her?

      She’d had no conception of what she was getting into then. But she did here, with Jared’s world, and no matter what she felt with him, the conviction came very strongly that it was wrong to even touch it as she had.

      “Vikki Chan...Christabel Valdez,” Jared casually introduced. “And her daughter, Alicia, whose acquaintance you’ve obviously already made.”

      The old woman bowed. “An honour to meet you.”

      Christabel politely inclined her head. “The honour is mine. It is very kind of you to welcome me.”

      Vikki Chan raised a smiling face. “Your daughter tells me she’d like to eat out here so she can watch the storm. I wondered if you would prefer inside.”

      “No. This is fine,” Christabel quickly assured her, noting that a table on the veranda had already been set and feeling she didn’t want to go farther into this house. It was easier, staying outside. Easier to leave.

      “As you wish. I hope you will enjoy the evening.”

      Only one evening, Christabel recited firmly to herself, as she watched the old woman walk back into her domain, Jared’s domain.

      Behind her, a clap of thunder boomed with deafening force. It sounded like the crack of doom, warning her she should not have come. But it was only one evening. If she kept her head, no more would come from it.

      Having screwed up the necessary willpower, she turned to face Jared...and the storm.