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Автор: Jessica Hart
Издательство: HarperCollins
Серия: Mills & Boon Romance
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       Tilly’s diary:

      OK, here I am, halfway up a Scottish mountain, with a man I’d never met before this morning. It’s funny to think that this time last night I’d never even heard of Campbell, and now it seems as if I’ve known him for ever. And tonight we’re going to sleep together…well, not sleep together—except of course we will be sleeping… Oh, you know what I mean.

      Where was I? Oh, yes, Campbell… You should have seen him making me abseil down that cliff—two cliffs! Talk about competitive! And he’s not exactly chatty. I’ve never met a man who talks so little about himself… Still, he’s got that steely-eyed thing going, that’s quite exciting when he’s not pushing you down a cliff. Anyway, he wasn’t so bad this afternoon. In fact, he was really quite nice—especially the last few miles. And now he’s making me supper. I ought to offer to help, but I really don’t think I’ve got the energy to get out of the tent. Perhaps if I just close my eyes for a moment, and then I’ll go and give him a hand

      Jessica Hart was born in West Africa, and has suffered from itchy feet ever since, travelling and working around the world in a wide variety of interesting but very lowly jobs, all of which have provided inspiration on which to draw when it comes to the settings and plots of her stories. Now she lives a rather more settled existence in York, where she has been able to pursue her interest in history, although she still yearns sometimes for wider horizons. If you’d like to know more about Jessica, visit her website www.jessicahart.co.uk

      ‘RITA® award-winning author Jessica Hart

      never disappoints her readers with her spellbinding

      and sophisticated stories, brimming

      with warmth, wit, drama and romance.’

      —CataRomance

      ‘Jessica Hart is a marvel.’

      —Romantic Times BOOKreviews

      Jessica Hart is ‘smart, sassy and sophisticated’.

      —CataRomance

       Dear Reader

      It’s hard to believe this is my fiftieth book! It seems hardly any time since the excitement of seeing my first book in print. The thrill is still there with every book, but LAST-MINUTE PROPOSAL will always be a special one for me, especially coinciding as it does with my fiftieth birthday—and, yes, there will be a party! Looking back at fifty heroes and fifty heroines, I realise they were all favourites when I was writing them, but some have stayed with me more than others, so that even nearly twenty years since I was writing their story I’m thinking about where they are now and what they’re doing.

      I’ve got a feeling Tilly and Campbell will long be favourites, too—perhaps because I could identify so much with Tilly, with her love of food, her insecurity about her figure, and her fear of abseiling. The opening scene was written entirely from my own experience. I, too, have hung off a cliff, whimpering, ‘Don’t let me go!’—although I’m ashamed to admit that Tilly is a lot braver than I was! Campbell has his own challenge to face, and that’s just as difficult for him. But we all learn by stepping outside our comfort zones, and Tilly and Campbell both discover that having to do something they really don’t want to do ends up being the best thing that ever happened to them.

      I hope you’ll enjoy this book as much as I enjoyed writing it!

       Jessica

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      LAST-MINUTE PROPOSAL

      BY

      JESSICA HART

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      CHAPTER ONE

      ‘DON’T let me go!’

      Tilly’s voice rose to a shrill whisper as she grabbed Campbell Sanderson’s neck and hung on for dear life. He was rock-solid and smelt reassuringly clean and masculine. And he was the only thing standing between her and the bottom of a cliff.

      Typical. The closest she had been to a bloke for ages and she was too terrified to enjoy it.

      Campbell reached up to prise her hands away. ‘I’ve no intention of letting you go,’ he said irritably. ‘I’m going to hold the rope while you lower yourself down. It’s perfectly simple. All you have to do is lean back and trust me.’

      ‘And how many women over the centuries have heard that line?’ snapped Tilly, clamping her arms determinedly back in place the moment he released them. ‘It’s all very well for you to talk about trust, but you’re not the one being asked to dangle over an abyss with only a thin rope between you and certain death!’

      One thing was sure—certain death was awaiting her twin brothers, who were responsible for getting her into this mess. She was going to kill them the moment she got off this sodding hillside.

      If she ever got off this hillside.

      Tilly risked a glance at Campbell. It was odd to be so close to a perfect stranger at all, let alone clasping him quite so fervently, and she examined him with a strange, detached part of her mind that was prepared to do anything other than think about abseiling down the sheer cliff face.

      He had glacier-green eyes that were the coldest and most implacable she had ever seen, close-cropped hair and an expression of profound impatience. Of course, that might just be inspired by her, Tilly had to acknowledge, but she had a feeling it was habitual. He seemed the impatient type. Tilly was the last person to deny that appearances could be deceptive, but there was something about the austere angles of his face and the ruthless set of his mouth that made her think that here was a prime example of ‘what you see is what you get’.

      And what you got in the case of Campbell Sanderson was a very tough customer indeed.

      ‘How can I trust you?’ she demanded, without releasing her limpet-like grip. ‘I don’t know anything about you.’

      Campbell sucked in an exasperated breath. ‘I don’t know you either,’ he pointed out crisply. ‘So why would I want to drop you down a cliff, especially with a television camera trained on me? Or hadn’t you noticed they’re filming you right now?’

      ‘Of course I’ve noticed! Why do you think I’m whispering?’

      Tilly’s arms were aching with the effort of holding on to him. Her feet were braced just over the lip of the cliff, but she could feel gravity pulling her weight backwards.

      And, let’s face it, it was a substantial weight to be pulled. Why, oh, why hadn’t she stuck to any of her diets? Tilly wondered wildly. This was a punishment to her for not subsisting on lettuce leaves for the past thirty years.

      Campbell glanced at