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'Be careful,' Amy said. 'You're pulling.'Robert went on dragging her hair together in both his fists. When he had it tight, he pinned the two red hanks wide apart on the pillow and surveyed her naked body with satisfaction.'Not a freckle anywhere.''Yes, well, I stay out of the sun, don't I?' Amy jerked her head uselessly. 'Let go, will you?''You didn't stay out of the sun in Corfu.' He kept her hair pinned, and went on studying her in the glow of his parchment-shaded bedside lamp. 'The first thing I noticed about you was the way this -' he straightened her hair to its full length, almost reaching the abundant curves of her breasts - 'shone across the beach . . .''Stop it!' Amy prised at his hands, trying to free herself. 'That bloody hurts . . .'She hesitated, angry with herself for breaking her own rule. She had always been careful not to swear at all, first because of her younger brothers, then because of the young people she taught.At least it seemed to have worked, on this
Being Yours BOOK 4
He flung himself out of bed and stalked across the room, as sleek as a racehorse. Amy noted with something very like terror that he was still rampantly aroused and it was with relief that she watched him throw on his blue silk dressing gown, belt it, and drop into his leather bedroom chair, all in one superb movement.Tm asking you to share my life, not inviting you to a bloody vicarage tea party. I take it you don't like the idea?''Well . . .' Amy began, then went on hastily. 'There's my job . . .''Where on earth does that come into it?'Amy made no reply. In the three months they'd known each other he'd never let her talk about her work, so naturally he didn't realize how important it was to her.It was understandable, she supposed, trying to make allowances. After all, she hadn't known herself before she started what an absorbing job teaching could be.Seven years ago, David had married Jenny and brought her to live on the farm. At first Amy had been a little worried to have anot
Being Yours BOOK 4
With an effort, she raised her eyes and met the amber gaze. 'I'm . . . I'm so sorry,' she repeated.'All right, so you're sorry.'The hauntingly perfect features took on an expression she had never seen before. Staring up at them, Amy was reminded of the transformation scene in a werewolf film.'So,' he went on, 'what are you going to do about it?'With an effort of will, she dragged her gaze away from his, flung back the duvet, and stood up. 'I suppose I'd better be going . . .'She froze, realizing at once that it had been a bad move. But what else could she have done, she wondered desperately as she stood there exposed andhelpless; she had to get out of here somehow. In the heavy silence he went on staring down at her body, the muscles of his lean jaw slack with desire. Unable to bear it any longer, she turned her head away so sharply that her hair swished over her shoulders.'You bitch!' As if at a signal, he flung away his dressing gown and leapt at her, his greedy mouth pulling
Being Yours BOOK 4
The chatter stilled to the required silence. The bell shrilled through it, but the class waited.'That's it, then,' Amy said. 'Off you go.'They straggled to the door, and she checked round the room. Kate Campbell, the head of English who also taught a little drama, worked here next. Partly because she liked Kate and partly out of pride, Amy made a point of leaving everything in good order for her. Blinds up, lights off, blocks against wall, chairs piled; yes, everything was fine except for this piece of junk mail on the floor where it had dropped out of her notebook. She had no idea why she had put it there, but then she hadn't been herself this morning when that thing came in the post.She stooped quickly and picked up the bold-printed envelope, then called to the last pupil drifting out. c Jill!'Overgrown, sallow Jill Gann trailed back, returning the packet of crisps to her bag.'You know you aren't supposed to eat in here,' Amy reminded her gently. 'Is that your lunch?'Jill nodd
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'The trouble is,' she went on, returning to the task of excusing and explaining her involvement with Robert, 'a lot of men have a bit of the bastard in them.'Kate pursed her lips, not about to express an opinion.'Which makes it harder to pick out the real psy . . .' she bit off the ugly word '. . . the real bastards,' she finished lamely.'Well, anyway, you're clear of him,' Kate comforted. 'That's the main thing.''If only I could be sure!'Kate blinked at the force of the outburst, then put her head on one side. 'There's more, isn't there?'Amy nodded.'More and worse?' Kate asked.Amy clasped her hands tight on her lap, while Kate stubbed out her cigarillo in the ashtray. 'Whenever you're ready, my dear.''It ... it might be nothing . . .' She told of what Robert had shouted from his window, his outline dark against the lit curtains.Til get you for this, Amy Hammond, 9 he'd said. Til get you if it takes me forever. 9At the time she had felt nothing but relief, right through the
Being Yours BOOK 4
'Yes, Miss. Sorry, Miss.' Tim bowed his fair head over his scrawled page in good-natured resignation. He had the highest total of wasted lesson time in the class. That still left him well short of the thirty minutes which would earn him a lunch-time detention, but the threat kept him working. The rest of the class, having briefly enjoyed his defeat, settled back to their find-the-noun exercises.'How d'you spell "saddle", Miss?' asked serious Jenny.That meant she had finished her exercises and started her story. Amy sighed at the thought of having to read yet another piece about a horse, wrote the word on the blackboard, and turned to survey the rows of virtuously bowed heads. Now that she had them writing she mustn't hover and distract them. On the other hand they might need her help any time, so she couldn't begin any work of her own.Half past three, she noted, and stifled a yawn. This was another thing that didn't happen in drama lessons, these spells when you couldn't do anythin
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'Are you all right?' The man had followed her through the open gate.Amy tried to scramble to her feet. 'I'm fine.'But she wasn't. A sharper pain stabbed one knee as she unfolded it, and she hadn't put any weight on it yet. She gasped, dropped back to half-sitting, and tried to calm herself with a long, ragged breath.'Let's see if I can help you stand.' He bent to her with hands outstretched.'I'll manage.' She levered herself up with a huge effort. The chill concrete pressed her bruised hands and a fiery line of pain shot through her knee as, with the iron gate post cold beneath her clutching fingers, she stood lopsidedly upright. Casting round forsupport she found herself steadied by a leather-clad arm which had somehow got itself round her, its hand supporting her elbow.Have you got your keys?''Of course I've . . .''Right, then let's get you indoors.'As she hobbled through the darkness, his arm at her back urging her forward, she wondered how on earth she had got into this.
Being Yours BOOK 4
Perhaps she should have asked him to take the conker as well, and the stocking, and the drawing of an eye. Oh, how she longed to be done with them and forget them. But no, the Clarks said she must keep them; that though they weren't in themselves criminal evidence, they might help later, if other, worse things should happen.Amy shivered and felt queasy at the thought. Paul had wanted to take out Dave's chicken bones as well, but she had said no, some dog might eat them and hurt itself, or else the seagulls would throw them messily about. She wished now that she had let them go anyway; she could smell their greasiness from here.Ah, that was better. Harold had poured delicious-smelling coffee from his thermos.'I could have made you some fresh,' Amy felt bound to protest.'This is as good as fresh.' Harold bent to his bag again, and came up with a tiny bottle half-full of milk. 'My mum buys it special. Besides,' he added, uncapping the little milk bottle and adding its contents to his
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