by Jane Corrie
paper work connected with any business, but ours involves many side issues.'
Tanya noticed that he said 'ours' and not 'mine', and she wondered if he was taking a leaf out of her book and trying a little duplicity on his own account.
When he stopped the car outside his quarters and asked in a matter-of-fact way if she had any objection to a cold lunch, she stared at him. Was he inviting her to take lunch with him there? His mocking look and twisted grin said it all for her. He was ! And his drawled, 'I promise not to bite,' made it worse for her, particularly as she knew that he was referring to what had happened the previous evening. What an irritating man he was, she thought crossly. As if she was likely to give him another chance like that.
'Besides,' he teased, lightly touching one of her pigtails with a lean forefinger, 'I've got the message!'
Tanya's slight flush acknowledged this blunt comment and her teeth were clenched together tightly as she followed his broad back towards the rear of the chalet.
The kitchen quarters were small, but adequate enough for a bachelor's establishment, Tanya thought, as she gazed around her, noting with a spurt of surprise how clean and neat everything was. Kade must be a model of perfection, she thought, as there was no sign of crockery or cutlery in sight on the well-scrubbed table. However, his next comments explained this.
'Charlie looks after the place for me. He used to work in the stables, you might remember him?'
Tanya nodded abruptly. She had a vague impression of a tall sparse man who had started work there shortly before she and her mother had left Orchard Farm. This
memory was tinged with bitterness. The stables had been mainly for her mother's use since her father had not been keen on riding.
As if sensing her feelings Kade went on casually, 'We only keep two horses now, and there's not enough to keep him busy there, so he took on the job of keeping me straight.'
Tanya watched Kade open the door of the refrigerator and peer inside, but her thoughts were still on the past. She had made only one visit to the stables since her return home, and the sight of the empty stalls and the sheer inactivity of the place had saddened her, and made her wish that she could put the clock back. She had not made another visit.
She gave herself a mental shake and saw Kade bend down and take a bowl of salad out of a lower shelf, then a plate of cut ham. It was a well-stocked refrigerator, she noted, and one of the large modern models.
'Good old Charlie,' commented Kade with a satisfied smile. 'I always said he'd missed his vocation. He should have been a chef. Even Connie was surprised how he adapted to the houseboy job. I suppose,' he added thoughtfully, as he placed the bowl of salad and the plate of ham on the table and collected cutlery from a
drawer beside the gleaming stainless steel sink unit, 'it
makes a difference if you've had to shift for yourself as he had always done. He'd plenty of cooking practice in the past.'
He placed the cutlery on the table and then produced two plates from a wall cupboard, and inclined his head towards the table indicating that she should be seated.
As she did so, Tanya felt very self-conscious, and
vaguely wondered what on earth they would have to talk about during lunch. So far, he had kept the conversation going on mundane subjects, but how long this pleasant state of affairs would last depended entirely upon his motivation. For her part she was willing to go along with his what appeared to be recent rejuvenation of their relationship, but by experience she had found him to be a very complex character, liable to break out of his complacency when she least expected it, and always to her discredit.
With these thoughts in mind, she decided to play it cool and not say one word that might cause dissension between them. If the going became sticky, she could always ask him questions about the business as it looked as if he had expected her to do after their visit to the depot. The trouble was, she thought with slightly narrowed eyes, what aspect of the business should she choose for further enlightenment?
Her concentration on this knotty problem was broken by Kade handing her the bowl of salad. She accepted it with an absentminded air, and vaguely noticed as she held out her hand to accept it that she had a tear in the sleeve of her blouse and a thread of the fine silk material hung loose.
'You should have worn a cotton top,' commented Kade, looking at the torn thread. 'The depot's no place for fine clothes. There's too much traffic in crates.'
Tanya just nodded in silent agreement with his observation. She would have worn a cotton top had she possessed one, but she saw no reason to buy one, not when her resources were as low as they were, but she didn't suppose Kade had thought of that, and she most certainly wasn't going to tell him.
'We'll have to get you some,' commented Kade, as he held the plate of ham out to her. 'I don't suppose you possess anything in that line, do you?'
Tanya wondered if he was getting in another sly reference to her past life. 'No, I don't,' she replied quietly, and left it at that.
He helped himself to some salad and ham before he said ruminatively, 'They usually have that sort of gear on sale at the conventions. It's a gimmick, of course, and they're usually advertising something or other, but I don't suppose you'd mind that?' he asked abruptly.
Tanya's wide eyes showed her surprise at the question. He was probably telling her that she could get one cheap at such meetings, not that she would bother. In the event she played safe by shaking her head to indicate that she wouldn't mind.
'Right!' he said brusquely, as he attacked his salad, 'I'll pick you up a couple tomorrow. I've promised to look in on one of my father's conventions. He likes to feel I'm still interested even if I prefer the country life to the city one.'
There was several minutes' silence after this odd offer of his while they ate their meal. Tanya wondered if she was going to be the proud owner of a T-shirt that bore the legend 'Player's Mills' inscribed across the front—or worse still, she thought, almost choking on a small piece of ham—the name 'Player' in large capitals! And she found herself devoutly hoping that they had either sold out of the shirts before he arrived, or that he would be kept too busy to remember his threat!
Her slight cough aroused Kade's attention and he glanced at her. 'Any preference for colour?' he asked, giving her a nasty suspicion that he had gauged her
thoughts to a nicety and was now hugely enjoying himself. 'For the sweater, I mean,' he added, giving a mock frown. 'At least, I suppose that's what they are. I'd better have your size, too,' he tacked on, relentlessly pursuing the subject.
Tanya was finding it exceedingly difficult to hold on to her temper. He was getting personal again; as if it mattered what colour the wretched things were! As for sizes, the usual norm was small, medium, and large—and he could take his pick since she wouldn't be wearing them anyway!
She met his feigned innocent look with a glint in her eyes. 'I'm hardly the type to fill a sweater,' she replied, taking refuge in brevity as she had a sudden vision of the voluptuous Melanie who had made a point of going in for sweaters. 'I think you'll find they're called T-shirts,' she added casually. 'As for colour, I've no real preference.'
'And size?' he persisted, his blue eyes lingering on her flushed cheeks, then moving slowly down her slight figure. 'Teenage, at a guess,' he observed in amusement.
Tanya was done with humouring him. 'Oh, sure, that figures!' she drawled, putting on a thick American accent to emphasise her feelings in the matter.
'I'd rather you didn't use slang,' he replied curtly. 'It doesn't become you,' he added harshly.
For a moment or so Tanya was too surprised to answer this cold rebuke. He had turned on the elder statesman act that made her feel an awkward fledgling—until it suited his purpose to see her as an adult, she thought bitterly. 'Sorry, Pop,' she replied, somehow managing to keep her voice light and breezy. 'I keep forgetting my place,' she added for good measure.
She felt his strong fingers grip her wrist and forcibly wrench her out of
her chair, giving her no time to savour the brief look of astonishment she had caught a glimpse of before his swift reprisal, and found herself held hard against his lean strong body with one arm held in an iron hold behind her back and the other rendered completely useless by being crushed against him.
Her chin was caught in the same steely hold and she was made to look up into his blazing eyes. She knew he was going to kiss her, and that the kiss would not be a pleasant one, for it was going to be a punishment for stepping out of line. All this she knew but was powerless to prevent it.
The kiss did hurt, but Tanya's feelings suffered more than the actual physical assault on her soft lips. She was made to feel a wanton and used as such. A kiss was an intimate communication between a man and a woman: It could tell of love and tenderness and need, or it could be brutal and totally annihilating, and such was Kade's kiss. His hard lips were seeking to not only dominate her very existence but to reach through to her very being. Somewhere in that hard crushing kiss she had sensed frustration, and her shocked senses had wondered at it. Only when his lips finally released hers did she have the answer. He wanted her to grow up. He wanted to be able to treat her as a woman, in every sense of the word, and the thought terrified her. She was no match for him and never would be. She didn't know much about love, but if this was a foretaste, she could do very well without it. But it wasn't love, she thought bleakly. It was one bullying man intent on
crushing all opposition and not caring who got hurt in the process.
Her shocked eyes met his hooded ones and she could sense his satisfaction at having reduced her to this state of weakness. 'You had no right to do that,' she said, in a breathless whisper that spoke of her inward turmoil. 'Don't you ever touch me again, do you hear? I'm not one of your girl-friends,' she spat out at him. 'Save your masculine demonstrations for them in future and leave me alone!'
'Then keep a rein on that tongue of yours,' he bit back at her harshly. 'You asked for all you got. Call me that again and so help me you'll get the same treatment—no matter where we are. Is that understood? I've taken a lot from you, more than from any other woman, but there's a limit, and you've overstepped it. I'll not warn you again, and I'll take reprisal any damn way I want.'
He flicked a contemptuous finger at her pigtails. 'And don't think that teenager image you're trying to dodge behind will stop me, it won't. If anything, it has the reverse effect. I told you you had a lot of growing up to do, so you can take this as the first lesson. By the time I've finished with you, you'll know you're a woman, not an adolescent masquerading as one. If you still want to clear off to Oregon when the time's up, you'll have my blessing. At least I won't be worried about letting you loose in the big wide world, because by that time you'll be able to handle any unwanted advances you'll be getting from the wolf sector.'
He studied her still partially stunned wide eyes. 'You can stop fooling yourself for a start,' he told her grimly. 'You want me to notice you. It's part and parcel of
growing up. It's as well that I recognised the tactics, someone else might not have done and you'd have been in trouble, and an easy mark for the Lance Saddlers of this world.'
It took a second for Tanya to work out who he was talking about and then she had it. A wave of bitterness washed over her. He was telling her that it was all right for her to make a fool of herself over him, he was used to it, but woe betide her if she sought tuition elsewhere! She felt like shaking her head as if to clear the fog that was surrounding her senses. Surely he didn't really believe what he was saying? He was making her sound like a wild filly that needed a master's hand, and he intended to be that master! It wasn't like that at all, and he must know it, she thought bewilderedly.
When she recalled what he had said about her being an easy mark for any unsavoury character, her bewilderment turned to fury. Where did he think she had spent the last few years? In a convent? How dared he assume he could run her life for her! One minute he was telling her that she was a woman, and the next telling her he was out to protect her from the big bad world! He couldn't have it both ways!
'I'd rather make my own mistakes if you don't mind,' she bit out at him furiously. 'I've heard that you learn more that way. And what's more,' she tacked on fervently, 'I've a mind to accept Mrs Saddler's next invitation. As you said earlier, I'll do exactly what I want to do ! '
'Like hell you will! ' he replied savagely. 'If I find you anywhere near that menage, what happened today will seem pleasant to what you'll get for disobeying my orders. I'll give you the hiding of your life!'
Tanya stood blinking at him, scarcely able to believe her ears. He meant every word and Kade's word was law. 'Why?' she asked slowly, her eyes showing her bewilderment at his adamant declaration.
It was not really a question but a need for her to understand his reasoning behind what amounted to an ultimatum, and Kade recognised it as such. 'Because you're John Hume's daughter, that's why,' he replied harshly. 'I've still a lot of respect for that name, even if you haven't.'
There was no answer to that, Tanya thought wearily, but at least a lot of what had happened now made sense —well, a kind of sense anyway. Without realising it he was attempting to play the father role in her life. To him she was a fledgling that needed guidance and whether she wanted it or not he was set on giving her that guidance.
'Now sit down and finish your lunch,' said Kade, casually, as if nothing had happened.
Tanya gulped. Food would choke her—and as for spending the rest of the afternoon in his company—she couldn't do it! 'I'm not hungry,' she said quietly. 'I hadn't much of an appetite before, so I'll pass, thank you.' Her eyes met his squarely. 'You're not going to believe this, but I have a headache, and would like to go home.'
'To cry on Connie's shoulder?' he answered derisively. 'Okay, run away again ! Spill out your troubles to Connie, she's enough sense to put you right. We'll do the paper work tomorrow. I want you here sharp at nine. I've to be in Hobart at twelve and I want that out of the way by eleven.'
Tanya gave a curt nod at this autocratic order, only
too happy to be able to make her escape, and had to exercise a lot of self-control to prevent herself from running out of the kitchen towards freedom.
She had closed the kitchen door behind her when she heard Kade's loud and explosive, 'Hell and damnation ! ' shout, that made her take to her heels in flight. Only when she reached Orchard House did she feel safe from the fury that she had felt unleashed in Kade's voice.
CHAPTER EIGHT
KANE's assumption that Tanya would seek Connie out and spill out her troubles to her could not have been more off the mark. Tanya knew where Connie's allegiance lay where Kade was concerned. As for Connie 'putting her right', what was right? Was it right that he should bulldoze her into compliance with his wishes where the question of her future was concerned?
Tanya considered herself fair minded, and Kade's way of going about things was not fair. Had she not inherited her father's streak of obstinacy she would have been completely overwhelmed by him and would have walked into a future of 'Yes, Kade', or 'No, Kade', depending upon the circumstances, and spent the rest of her life eating her heart out for him. He would have expected no less of her, indeed, would take her adoration as his due. He knew the ropes too well, and that was what was so unfair.
Connie was in the vegetable garden when Tanya had arrived back, and Tanya had had to explain why she was back early. She told a little white lie on the grounds that they had got through work earlier than anticipated, and no, she didn't want any lunch, she was going to write some letters.
This was the truth, for Tanya was beginning to feel guilty about not writing to Lloyd and telling him how she was settling down. It would also, she thought, as she
selected some writing paper from the study bureau, give her an opportunity of finding out if he was still of the same mind about offering her a home.
She sat down at the bureau and taking a pen she began her letter. Firstly, she brought him
up to date, informing him of her father's death, and telling him that she was now working for her living, but not mentioning the conditions she was forced to work under.
When she had written part of the letter she sat back and chewed the end of the pen. She would have to be very careful not to give Lloyd the impression that she was unhappy and make him feel obliged to whisk her out of the situation she was in. She had told him that the farm now belonged to the man who had managed the business for her father, taking care to keep personalities out of it. Kade might have been a balding man of sixty with a grown-up family, for all the impression she had given on this point.
She re-read what she had written and found that it looked as if she had lost all rights to the business, and this was not quite correct, so she added another paragraph to the effect that she still had an interest in the farm, and had been offered a partnership, but had not yet made up her mind to accept it.
She sighed when she had finished that part of it. It was true that she had been offered a partnership, but not true that she had not made her mind up about accepting it. She had, and no argument Kade could produce would alter her mind.
After a few moments' debate, she decided to leave it at that. If Lloyd still wanted her to join him then he would say so when he replied to the letter. He would say something on the lines that if she decided not to
accept the partnership, his offer still held good. It would also, she thought sadly, give him a chance of backing out of the promise that had been made at a time of great personal grief for both of them. If Kade were right, and Lloyd had found consolation elsewhere, then she was offering him a let-out from what could be an embarrassing situation for both of them.