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Falling for the enemy…
Even before she knew him personally, Megan Finch disliked Jerome Towers, the wealthy landowner plotting to buy out her family’s farm. And when she eventually meets him, he is as arrogant as she expected! And yet Megan can’t help but be deeply captivated by Jerome’s charm and magnetism.…
Now she’ll do anything to avoid Jerome discovering that she has been accused of a scandalous relationship with his half-brother! An accusation that has destroyed her career. …
Will Jerome turn out to be her saviour or her downfall?
Originally published in 1981
Point of No Return
Carole Mortimer
CONTENTS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
CHAPTER ONE
‘IT’s no good, Megan, I have to go.’
Megan tucked the bedclothes more firmly about her mother. ‘You aren’t going anywhere, not with a cold like that.’
‘But I have to,’ her mother insisted nasally. ‘We need the money, you know that.’
Oh yes, she knew they needed the money. She had heard of nothing but how badly they needed money since her return yesterday. But she would not sell her share of the farm, not for any amount Jerome Towers cared to offer. This farm could be made to work for them if they tried hard enough, and now that she had been dismissed from the hospital she could help her brother Brian with some of the work. Finch Farm wouldn’t even be noticed in the amount of land the Towers estate already had, but to them it meant a livelihood. At least it would, when they could make it work.
‘They won’t miss you up at the house for one morning,’ she told her mother firmly. ‘Besides, we wouldn’t want the new owner to catch your cold from you, now would we? With all that wheeling and dealing he does each day he needs all his strength.’
‘He doesn’t wheel and deal, dear,’ Emily Finch collapsed back on the pillows, her face pale. ‘He’s a business man.’
‘And he makes a huge profit doing it, which means someone else suffers for his gain. Look how much his lawyer offered us for this place—peanuts!’ Megan dismissed disgustedly. ‘And all the time you’re working in his house as a kitchenmaid!’
‘It isn’t as bad as it sounds, Megan. The housekeeper, Mrs Reece, is a very nice woman, and as for Freda, the cook.…!’ She gave a husky laugh, unwittingly increasing the irritation in her throat and sending her into a spasm of coughing. ‘Oh dear,’ she sighed, ‘I really don’t feel very well.’
‘Of course you don’t, Megan said impatiently. ‘Now you just lie there and I’ll get you a nice cup of tea.’
‘But what about my work at The Towers?’ her mother frowned worriedly.
‘What about it? Let someone else peel the man’s potatoes for lunch,’ said Megan almost angrily.
‘There isn’t anyone else—and he doesn’t eat potatoes.’ Her mother gave a wan smile.
‘Trying not to get a middle-aged paunch, I suppose,’ Megan muttered on her way out of the bedroom.
‘What did you say, dear?’ her mother called after her.
She appeared back at the bedroom doorway. ‘Nothing of importance. Now just try and get some rest.’
Her mother frowned. ‘But what about Brian’s breakfast? And feeding the hens? And then there’s Bertha to see to.’
‘Bertha?’ Megan cut in with a laugh. ‘I’d forgotten we still have old Bertha.’
‘Of course we have,’ her mother said indignantly. ‘She’s in the nature of a family pet.’
‘A cow, a family pet?’ Megan teased.
‘She isn’t just any cow, Megan. She was the first one we were able to buy when we moved here ten years ago. When your father died last year we sold the rest of the herd—we had to—but I refused to part with Bertha. She’s more like a friend.’
Megan shook her head. ‘I never thought of you as a sentimentalist, Mum.’ But she was secretly glad that Bertha was still with them, she was a favourite with her too, although she wasn’t going to admit it.
‘I’m not a sentimentalist,’ her mother said sharply. ‘I’ve never had to be, with the burden of this farm around our necks. But that cow is just something special.’
‘Okay, Mum,’ Megan grinned. ‘I’ll see to Bertha and the hens, and then I’ll cook Brian’s breakfast.’
‘And The Towers?’ her mother still persisted.
Megan frowned. ‘You aren’t expecting me to do that too?’
‘Well, if you don’t I shall have to get up and do it. If I don’t work I don’t get paid. And at the moment, with you out of work, we need that money badly.’
She knew her mother’s words weren’t intended as a rebuke, nevertheless she knew she had put an added burden on her mother and brother. Until she had left the hospital she had sent money home every month, but now that she was out of a job, things were going to be even more strained monetarily.
‘All right, Mum,’ she sighed, ‘I’ll do that too.’
Her mother’s worried frown disappeared. ‘Oh, thank you, love! I usually start at ten o’clock.’
‘Yes, Mum. But it’s only eight o’clock at the moment. Don’t worry, I won’t let you down and be late. I have plenty of time to do all those little jobs you consider essential before going to The Towers.’
‘I should get Brian’s breakfast first,’ her mother advised sleepily. ‘He’ll be in in a minute.’
Megan yawned. ‘What time did he leave?’
‘Five-thirty, as usual.’
‘My God!’ she groaned. ‘And I thought getting up at seven o’clock at the hospital was bad enough. How does he do it?’ The thought of getting out of bed at that unearthly hour horrified her.
‘Because he has to.’ Her mother lay back with her eyes closed. ‘He works much too hard for a boy of twenty-two.’
Megan had noticed last night how tired her brother was looking—and no wonder, if he was getting up at that time of morning. ‘Does he need to do so much?’
‘Well, there’s no one else to do it. We’re just starting to get back on our feet, just starting to make the land pay for itself. It wasn’t easy to turn from a livestock farm to growing vegetables, but as you know, we couldn’t afford to restock.’ They heard the back door slam. ‘That will be Brian now.’
‘Then I’d better get a move on. I’ll bring your cup of tea to you in a minute.’
Brian still looked tired. Three years older than herself, he bore the worry of the farm without complaint. He was no more eager to sell his share of the farm than Megan was, but their mother was all for getting rid of it.
Their father had died of an incurable disease the year before, and during the last months of his life he had run up many debts because of his inability to do the necessary work about the farm. Brian had managed as best he could, but in the end they had been forced to sell the livestock to pay the debts. Megan had just started her nursing training at the local hospital twelve miles away at the time, and her mother had insisted she carry on with her career. And now she had been thrown out through no fault of her own!
‘Hello, Sis.’ Brian sat down wearily. ‘Where’s Mum?’
‘She isn’t feeling well this morning, so she’s having a lie down.’
His brown eyes, so like their mother’s, looked worried. In fact he was very like their mother to look at, stocky and short like her, with her brown hair and eyes. Megan took after their father
, her long fair hair almost silver, her eyes green splashes of colour in her thin pale face.
‘It isn’t anything serious, is it?’ He took the mug of tea she held out to him.
‘Just a cold.’ Megan put a slice of toast on the tray with her mother’s tea. ‘But I don’t think she should neglect it. I’ll just take this in to her and then I’ll cook your breakfast.’
‘Don’t rush on my account,’ he said morosely. ‘I can’t do much, the damned tractor’s broken down again.’
Megan took the tray through to her mother, coming back to put Brian’s bacon and eggs on to cook. ‘Any idea what’s wrong with it?’ she referred to the tractor.
‘No. You know mechanics aren’t my line. I rang The Towers and asked Jeff to come over and have a look at it.’
‘Jeff?’
‘The new manager.’
Megan frowned. ‘I didn’t know they had one. What happened to Ralph Coates?’
‘Jerome Towers sacked him. But Jeff’s a nice bloke, and he knows a lot about mechanics.’
‘I suppose he has to,’ she grimaced, sitting opposite him as he tucked hungrily into his breakfast. ‘Jerome Towers only knows how to sit behind a desk all day and make money.’
‘What have you got against the man?’ he chuckled. ‘I know he made an offer for the farm, but that’s no reason to hate his guts. Jeff says he’s a really great bloke, very fair.’
‘Well, Jeff would say that.’ She sipped her coffee, which was all the breakfast she ever had. The thought of eating the type of breakfast Brian was enjoying made her feel heartily sick. She had never been able to face food this early in the morning. ‘He’s his employer. And I would hardly call the offer he made for this farm fair.’
‘But it was, Megan, very fair. He was offering well over its real value.’
‘Why?’
He frowned. ‘What do you mean, why?’
‘Why was he offering more?’ she asked suspiciously. ‘Does he know something we don’t?’
‘Like what?’ Brian laughed.
‘Well…like maybe someone else is buying this land up for development, and he wants to buy it cheap and sell for an astronomical price. Or maybe he—’
Brian shook his head, still smiling. ‘You watch too much television, young lady. Mr Towers wants to buy this farm and land because it’s right in the middle of his estate. Dad bought this land off the old Squire when he was selling off plots to give him money to run the rest of the estate. Mr Towers has managed to buy most of the other smallholdings back, and he would like this one to complete it.’
‘We aren’t selling!’ Megan said stubbornly. ‘Just because he has pots of money he thinks he can buy anything. Well, this is our home, and we’re staying put.’
‘Are you sure you want to after that trouble at the hospital? Rumours are bound to start when people realise you’re back, and it won’t take long for the truth to filter back from Redford.’
Colour flooded her cheeks. ‘It wasn’t my fault, and you know it!’
‘Of course I know it. But other people are going to believe the evidence, Megan. It didn’t just happen once, it happened twice, and as far as a lot of people are concerned, especially in this close-knit community, that’s just once too many.’
‘I’ve already explained to you, Brian, the time on the ward he just pulled me into his room and wouldn’t let me out—and he actually broke into my room at the nursing home.’
‘There wasn’t any forced entry.’
‘I was down in the kitchen making myself a cup of coffee, and when I got back—well, he was there waiting for me.’ Megan blushed at the memory of it.
‘You could have screamed for help,’ Brian pointed out reasonably.
‘I was just about to. But he’d always seemed so nice until then, always polite and friendly, and I thought I could reason with him.’
‘Even after the attack he made on you on the ward?’ her brother derided.
‘I managed to get free that time, and he hadn’t made a move like that since.’
‘I don’t suppose he needed to, not when one of the doctors had seen you lying on the bed with him, the front of your uniform unbuttoned.’
‘He was in a fever and had the strength of ten men. Dr Freeman and Sister Miles believed me when I explained what had happened,’ Megan defended.
‘Until he was found in your bedroom at midnight. Didn’t either of you realise the night staff would miss him from his room? A hospital isn’t like a hotel, you know, not even if you are a private patient. You can’t just go in and out as you please.’
‘I do know, Brian,’ she said indignantly. ‘And I told you, he wasn’t there at my invitation.’
‘Oh, I believe you. But I doubt many other people will around here. You’ll be the scandal of the neighbourhood.’
‘As long as you and Mum believe me I don’t care about anyone else.’
‘You will. Village life can be very uncomfortable if you’re the subject of the gossip,’ he warned seriously.
‘They may not find out about it, there’s always that chance. I don’t intend telling anyone, and he’ll go back to London. He wouldn’t even have been in Redford if he hadn’t been visiting someone in the area when he was taken ill.’
‘Appendicitis, wasn’t it?’
‘Mm,’ she grimaced. ‘But he was a private patient. And sometimes he acted like it.’
‘I thought you said he was friendly and nice.’
‘He was, most of the time, but that didn’t stop him being aware of the fact that he was paying for his treatment.’
Brian stood up. ‘Well, I hope for your sake that none of this filters back. And don’t forget Jeff will be over later to look at the tractor.’
‘Before ten, I hope.’ She cleared the table. ‘I have to take over for Mum at The Towers,’ she explained. ‘I wouldn’t want Jeff to come to the house while I’m out and disturb Mum.’
‘I don’t suppose he’ll be too late, he has his own work to do. The tractor’s out in the yard, I managed to get it back this far. Tell Jeff it keeps cutting out, something to do with the flow of petrol, I think. I’ll be up in the top field if he needs me.’
‘What about the keys?’ she called out as he reached the door.
‘In the lock.’ He smiled. ‘I doubt anyone would want to steal it.’
Megan mentally agreed with him as she stood at the sink washing the dishes. The tractor could be clearly seen from the kitchen window, and like the rest of the farm was badly in need of attention. Its red paint was badly rusted, showing its age. Megan had noticed yesterday that the farmhouse was badly in need of a coat of paint, the white paint having gone grey and was flaking in places.
It was curiously relaxing feeding the chickens. They were such uncomplicated creatures, pecking away at their feed all day, occasionally at each other, seemingly in fun, laying a few eggs if they felt like it, and then sleeping in their nice warm roost at night. What a life! And what Megan wouldn’t give for their simple happiness.
Now she just had to see to Bertha, make sure her mother was comfortable and had everything she needed, and then she could get over to The Towers. The trouble was actually finding Bertha. She looked everywhere for her, in the shed, in the neighbouring fields, but Bertha wasn’t to be found.
And then she saw her! She was being led back into the dusty dry yard by the man Megan presumed to be Jeff from The Towers. He was very handsome, extremely so, and she was made to feel conscious of her grubby denims and tee-shirt. Then she dismissed the feeling of inadequacy, no one could look bandbox-fresh working on a farm, and Jeff would appreciate that fact.
The only trouble was, this man managed to look reasonably smart, the beige corduroys and black sweatshirt he wore emphasising the muscled perfection of his body. He was tall, almost six and a half feet she would have said, at least ten years her senior, with thick black hair brushed back from his face, a strong tanned face with a deep cleft in the chin. She couldn’t see what colour his eyes were fr
om this distance, but she would take a bet on them being blue. They had to be, in every other respect this man was her ideal, his eyes had to be blue to complete that ideal.
She stood and watched him as he led the cow over to where she stood, the docile Bertha looking perfectly happy to be taking this morning stroll. The man at her side moved with the grace of a cat, lightfooted and very sure, making Bertha look more ungainly than usual.
Megan was wrong, his eyes weren’t blue, they were brown, a deep velvety brown that on reflection she thought she preferred. But they didn’t look very friendly at the moment, appearing to look down disdainfully at both her and poor Bertha. And Brian had said he was a ‘nice bloke’! Still, maybe he was when you got to know him. After all, by the look of things Bertha had been wandering again. Megan couldn’t remember a time when she hadn’t done it, but maybe being a newcomer to the district Jeff hadn’t heard of Bertha’s wanderlust.
‘The absent Megan, I presume,’ he drawled, his voice husky, with no trace of an East Anglian accent, pointing to him not being a local of Norfolk. Megan wondered what had made him decide to work in an area that was flat and lacking in outward beauty, although she had always thought it had a certain charm of its own.
‘Yes—I mean, no. What I really mean,’ she blushed at her confusion, ‘is that yes, I’m Megan, and no, I’m not absent any longer.’
He frowned. ‘I thought you were training to be a nurse?’
‘I was,’ again she blushed, ‘but I—I’ve been ill. They thought I wasn’t strong enough to carry on such arduous work,’ she invented, her fingers crossed behind her back as she told the lie.
‘They?’ He raised one dark eyebrow.
‘Er—yes, they. The senior nursing officials.’
‘I see.’ He was watching her closely with narrowed brown eyes. ‘And are you back to stay?’
‘Oh yes,’ she smiled. ‘I’m going to help Brian on the farm.’
‘And won’t that prove rather—arduous too?’ he queried mockingly.
Megan gave him a sharp glance. Surely he hadn’t heard of her dismissal and the reason for it? No, he couldn’t have done. It had only happened two days ago, hardly time for her to have realised it herself. Her one consolation in the whole affair had been the fact that they had asked Roddy Meyers to leave the hospital too. Of course he was recovered from his illness, but it had still afforded her some satisfaction to know she hadn’t taken the blame alone.
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