‘And this must be the young lady with the shoulder injury.’ Guy Deverille welcomed her with a smile. ‘Alex explained about the incident on your way to work this morning. Let’s take a look, shall we?’
We! Jenna’s gaze flitted from the doctor to Alex. No way was she going to strip off in front of Alex for the second time that day, she vowed, and Alex’s lips twitched as he read her expression.
‘I’ll leave you to it,’ he murmured, and as he headed for the door her fingers itched to wipe the mocking smile from his face.
‘I told you it was just bruised,’ she berated half an hour later, as the Bentley cruised through the London streets. After ensuring that she had suffered no broken bones, Guy Deverille had given her some strong painkillers and advised her to rest her shoulder as much as possible for the next couple of days.
‘So you did,’ Alex agreed equably, not looking up from his laptop, and she gave up and stared moodily out of the window.
Having been spared the train journey home, she was early. She would be able to collect Maisie from the nursery, rather than her neighbour, Nora, and her heart lifted at the thought of seeing her daughter. She hated having to leave Maisie all day, and the decision to return to full-time work had been a hard one—although the bank did not share her concerns, and had only increased her mortgage on the understanding that her salary would cover the repayments.
The chauffeur parked in her tree-lined suburban street and she turned to Alex, her heart suddenly sinking. This was goodbye to her job, and quite possibly her home if she didn’t find another position quickly. It was certainly goodbye to the most intriguing man she had ever met, for she doubted she would see Alex Morrell again. Somehow it seemed unlikely that they would ever move in the same social circles.
‘Take tomorrow off and rest your shoulder. I expect you to be in the office at nine o’clock on Wednesday morning.’ At her silence Alex spared her a brief, quizzical glance and she stared at him.
‘I thought you didn’t want me any more—to work for you, I mean,’ she added clumsily, her cheeks flaming.
‘Whatever gave you that idea?’ His sarcasm grated as Jenna ran a brief resumé of the day’s events in her head, and after studying her downcast face he finally took pity on her. ‘It wasn’t the best first day, I agree. The visit from the police was a particularly low point, but aside from various catastrophes your work was excellent, and I need a secretary. I’m sure it’s going to be a pleasure working with you, Mrs Deane.’
There would be no more flirting, Jenna realized. No element of the sexual tension that had burned between them although they had both denied its existence. Now that Alex believed she was married she was deemed out of bounds, and he had no interest in her other than for her secretarial skills.
She should have felt relieved, but as she walked up the path her front door was flung open and she threw herself into Chris’s arms and burst into tears.
‘So, how was your day?’ Chris had developed a strong accent since he had emigrated to New Zealand with their parents, four years before, and Jenna managed a watery smile as he added, ‘My guess is, not good.’
‘You have no idea.’ Jenna sniffed, scrubbing her eyes with a tissue and stepping back to survey her kid brother—who towered over her. ‘I know I sound like Mum, but you have grown!’
Chris grinned cheerfully. ‘Yeah, well, it’s two years since you visited New Zealand. I guess we’ve all changed—although you haven’t grown,’ he teased. ‘How’s that cute little niece of mine?’
‘Maisie has definitely grown,’ Jenna informed him. ‘She’s at the day nursery until half past five.’
‘And you’re now trying to hold down a full-time job?’ Chris’s smile faded. ‘Mum told me that your jerk of an ex-husband won his court case. I can’t believe he was awarded a percentage of the value of your house when you were only able to buy it in the first place using the money left to you by Auntie Vi.’
‘That money only paid the deposit,’ Jenna explained. ‘The mortgage was in both our names, and technically Lee was entitled to his share. I could sell up, but by the time I’ve paid legal costs and everything I’ll only be able to afford a small flat. I don’t want to uproot Maisie; she loves the garden and her rabbit, and Nora and Charlie next door are like grandparents to her—she’d miss them terribly.’
‘I know,’ Chris muttered, ‘but it still seems unfair on you. Lee’s never contributed to Maisie’s upbringing in any way, financially or emotionally, and because of him you’re forced to work for some demon of a boss who makes you cry.’