‘Goodness! Who are you referring to? Surely not your father!’
‘No. Kyle Armstrong. Mr. Cool-as-a-cucumber.’
‘Oh, I see. You found him attractive and he didn’t respond accordingly.’
When Jade glared outrage at Melanie, the housekeeper actually laughed. Once again, Jade was struck by the transformation in the woman once she abandoned her icy façade. What Melanie needed to snap her out of the past was some man to come along who could make her smile and laugh again. Laughter made life bearable.
Jade wagged a finger at Melanie. ‘I haven’t given up yet,’ she warned. ‘Mr Armstrong’s staying for dinner.’
‘Is he, now? And what are you going to do, come down to dinner in your birthday suit?’
‘Not quite.’
‘Has it ever occurred to you that some men just don’t like women who are obvious in their pursuit of them?’
Jade declined telling Melanie that it didn’t work if you dressed like a nun and acted like a corpse, either. ‘I don’t intend chasing the man. I simply want him to see what he could have if he chased me!’
‘And what if he doesn’t choose to chase you? What if he likes more subtle women whose clothing hints at their charms rather than shoves it in their faces?’
‘I don’t shove my charms in men’s faces!’ Jade protested.
‘Don’t you?’ Melanie’s eyes slid drily over the skintight jeans and top. ‘Look, Jade, you can get away with things at university that the more mature world won’t tolerate kindly. How old is this Mr Armstrong?’
Jade shrugged. ‘Late twenties, I think. But he acts like he’s pushing forty.’
Melanie smiled. ‘In that case, if you want to attract his attention, perhaps you should adopt a more mature fashion sense and attitude.’
‘I’d rather be dead than dress and act like some snobbish society bitch,’ she pouted. ‘They all look the same, as if they’ve been poured out of a mould. If Mr Kyle Armstrong doesn’t like the way I am then he can drop dead. I won’t play ice princess for any man.’
‘Then you’d better resign yourself to losing out this time.’
‘We’ll see,’ Jade bit out, and went to leave. ‘Oh, by the way,’ she added, stopping to look back over her shoulder. ‘He likes coffee. Black, no sugar. Same as me.’
With that, she stalked from the kitchen, determined strides carrying her across the family-room to the front foyer, up the stairs two at a time and along the picture-lined gallery down to Ava’s studio. Bursting in without knocking, she threw a greeting at her startled aunt before plonking herself down on the much used divan. With a disgruntled sigh, she rearranged the many pillows and lay down, stretching out her long legs.
‘I’ve had it with Pops, Auntie,’ she grumbled. ‘Really had it!’
‘Tell me something new, Jade, dear.’ Ava put down her paintbrush and wandered over to stare down at her niece. She took one look at the dark smudges under the girl’s eyes and felt a surge of sympathy. She’d always liked Jade, felt the girl had got a raw deal in life with Irene as a mother and Byron as a father. Things hadn’t improved much with Byron bringing Nathan home, either. Having someone like Nathan as an adopted brother was no help at all. Ava had been relieved when Jade finally left home. Nothing like having to do for oneself to make one grow up, and grow.
Ava silently wished she had the courage to buck her big brother’s controlling hand and do the same. But it was too late for her. Far too late...
‘At least you don’t have to stay, if your father annoys you, dear. Why are you here, by the way? Melanie told me at breakfast that you’d come home during the night.’
Ava was shocked by the haunted, almost horrified look that zoomed into her niece’s dark blue eyes. But the fear vanished almost before Ava could be sure that was what she’d seen, replaced by one of Jade’s nonchalant c’est la vie expressions. Ava had always admired the girl’s courage and spirit, but it worried her that she buried far too many problems behind that good-time-girl persona. Clearly, something had happened last night to send Jade running for home like a frightened child. But she knew Jade too well to hope she’d confide in her stuffy old aunt.
‘Oh, just thought I’d drop in and see how the old family was doing,’ Jade said, waving an airy hand. ‘I didn’t know Pops was home, of course. Or that Nathan had escaped to Avoca with his daughter and his girlfriend.’
Ava frowned. ‘Girlfriend? Oh, you mean Gemma. She’s not Nathan’s girlfriend, Jade, she’s—’
‘Kirsty’s minder,’ Jade broke in drily. ‘Yes, I gather that’s the occupation she goes under. But you and I both know, Auntie, that she’ll be providing some extra services before long.’
‘I think that is Nathan and Gemma’s business, don’t you?’ Ava rebuked gently. ‘After all, Nathan’s divorced and Gemma’s single.’
‘Single! She’s barely out of nappies.’
‘She’s nearly twenty, Jade, only two years your junior. You didn’t seem to think Nathan was too old for you a while back.’
‘Auntie!’ Jade mocked. ‘Have you been spying on me?’
‘One hardly needs to spy on you, Jade, dear. You flaunt your feelings for all to see. You flaunt your other attributes as well,’ she added, casting an acerbic eye over the girl’s eyecatching and obviously braless figure.
For once, her niece seemed bothered by criticism over her appearance. Normally, she responded by being even more outrageous.
Jade sat up, glancing down at her body with a frown on her face. ‘Melanie was saying much of the same a minute ago,’ she muttered unhappily. ‘But honestly, Auntie, I don’t like stuffy clothes. And I don’t like stuffy people, especially stuffy men!’
Ava laughed. ‘What man’s been putting your nose out of joint?’
‘Some nerd Pops is holed up with in his study. Do you know him? He goes by the name of Mr Kyle Armstrong.’
‘Ah...the whizkid from Tasmania.’
‘And?’
Ava walked back over to sit down at her easel. She picked up her paintbrush and started dabbing before she satisfied Jade’s curiosity. ‘Can’t tell you much. He’s a marketing expert your father is thinking of hiring to jazz up Whitmore Opals.’
‘Jazz up? That man couldn’t jazz up anything. If Pops wants someone to jazz up Whitmore Opals why doesn’t he hire someone with a bit of flair, someone modern and really young? Someone like me! I’m specialising in marketing at uni this year. I’ll have my degree in November. God, I don’t believe this. I’m so mad I could spit.’ She jumped to her feet and started pacing the room.
‘One is hardly likely to hire an undergraduate for head of marketing, Jade,’ her aunt advised logically.
But Jade didn’t feel logical. Fury and resentment were firing her blood. Not only did she have Nathan coveting control of the entire Whitmore fortune—the family had fingers in many pies besides opals—now she had her father overlooking his own daughter to hire some pompous upstart into the very job she’d been going to invent herself after she’d gained her marketing degree. Up till this point, Whitmore Opals didn’t even have a marketing section, let alone a head of it. Byron had been only too happy to be head of everything: managing, selling,