Her Ideal Husband. Liz Fielding. Читать онлайн. Newlib. NEWLIB.NET

Автор: Liz Fielding
Издательство: HarperCollins
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folded himself up, opened the box and checked out the contents, testing a couple of spanners against the nuts. ‘Okay, we’re in business,’ he said. Stacey watched, chewing anxiously on her bottom lip, as he began to strip down the mower. Mike used to begin like that. Full of confidence. Nash glanced up, saw her expression. ‘Don’t look so worried. I’ll put it back together again.’

      Stacey swallowed. Mike used to say that too. ‘I’ll, um, get on with trimming the edges of the lawn, then.’

      He just smiled and carried on taking her precious, if difficult, mower to bits. She couldn’t bear to watch. Instead she worked her way slowly round the edge of the lawn with a pair of long-handled clippers that, too late, she realised were in dire need of sharpening. She just wasn’t into the razor-edged lawn look.

      She struggled on, hoping Nash wouldn’t notice.

      It had taken her a while to learn to bite her tongue rather than say, ‘I really could do with a shelf…’ or ‘Have you noticed that cracked tile in the bathroom…’ or ‘Let’s decorate the dining room…’

      Mike had thrown himself into everything, but she’d eventually caught on to the fact that his enthusiasm outstripped his competence by a country mile. And that when things went wrong his enthusiasm ran out fast. But he’d been dead for three years and she was out of practice.

      She glanced quickly over her shoulder at Nash. If he messed up, she would be in big trouble. She might not keep her lawn short, but she had to keep it manageable so that the girls had somewhere to play. And grass didn’t stop growing just because the mower was out of action.

      Clover put a mug of tea down beside her, then carried one across to Nash and stayed beside him to watch what he was doing. ‘Clover, don’t get in the way,’ she called out.

      ‘She’s fine.’ Nash patted the grass beside him, inviting her to sit down, and began to explain what all the bits were and what they did. Rosie, not to be left out, sidled up and joined them. ‘This is a washer, and this is a nut,’ he began, holding out his hand so that they could check them out. ‘And this bolt goes through here, see?’ He leaned back so that they could have a good look. ‘Then you put the washer on the end of it... Do you want to do that, Rosie?’ Rosie giggled. ‘You are Rosie, aren’t you?’

      ‘Her real name’s Primrose,’ Clover said. ‘But nobody calls her that.’

      ‘I like Primrose,’ Rosie protested.

      “‘Primrose first-born child of Ver, Merry Springtime’s Harbinger…’’’ he quoted. ‘I bet your birthday’s in March.’

      ‘It is,’ she said, a little breathless from the attention. ‘It is.’

      ‘Okay, Primrose.’ He offered her the washer and she took it and put it where he showed her. ‘That’s right. And now the nut goes on here to hold it all together. Clover, can you do that for me?’ Clover carefully screwed it into place. ‘Hey, we’ll have this done in no time.’

      Stacey watched, her heart aching for her girls, for the way it should have been for them. Not that it would have been. Their father had never had that kind of patience.

      Nash glanced up, and when he saw she was watching he raised his brows, as if saying, Is this okay? She forced her lips into a smile and then turned away and carried on forcing the blunt shears through the lawn edges.

      ‘Mummy, your tea’s getting cold.’

      ‘Oh, sorry.’ She stopped, stooped to pick up the mug and, despite herself, turned back to watch. ‘Do you have children of your own, Nash?’ her mouth enquired, before her brain could stop it.

      ‘No. No children. No wife.’ He handed Clover another nut and looked up. ‘I’m a rolling stone. I’ve never stopped travelling long enough to gather any moss.’

      She remembered him saying that he’d stayed in worse places than the garden centre. ‘Where?’

      ‘All over.’ He must have seen the next question in her eyes, or maybe he just knew what was coming. ‘I started with VSO in South-East Asia... That’s Voluntary Services Overseas,’ he explained.

      ‘I’ve heard of it.’ Had thought, once, that she would do that after college. Before she’d met Mike and anything but being with him had suddenly seemed pointless.

      ‘I did a couple of years with them before working on a project with Oxfam. Then I moved on to South America. I’ve been there for about five years.’

      ‘And now you’re home.’

      He thought about that for a moment. ‘Yes, I suppose I am.’ He sounded surprised. As if he couldn’t quite believe it. ‘Hey, girls, I think this is about done. Let’s give it a whirl, shall we?’

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