Marrying A Millionaire

‘I feel that way about my bits and pieces,’ Cathy murmured. ‘I haven’t thrown myself into it wholeheartedly as yet, but I want to at some point in the future.’

‘Bits and pieces?’ His attractive mouth curved. ‘Sounds intriguing.’

‘Oh, it’s not…Well, at least…’ Cathy found herself blushing under Daniel’s interested gaze. ‘I…I make things.’

‘What kind of things?’

She didn’t usually talk about her craftwork. ‘Oh, things for the garden: bird boxes and plant holders, labels, signs, that kind of thing. Nothing really remarkable.’

‘And you sell them?’

‘When I get the chance. At the moment it really is just a few pounds every now and then.’ Cathy hesitated. ‘That’s what upset me so much when I was talking to Miss Stubbs. She made me feel…inadequate.’ Cathy looked down at the unlovely overalls she was wearing. ‘Do you find people look down at you because you haven’t got much money?’

‘No…’ Daniel’s dark brows drew together in a deep frown. ‘No, I can’t say I do.’

Now this was one hell of a dilemma! Where had she got the idea that he had no money? He glanced around the interior of the Land Rover; it needed cleaning out, as usual, and the clothes he was wearing…they were clean but, as was often the case, not exactly the smartest garments in his wardrobe.

‘I expected to feel a little out of place, of course,’ Cathy continued. ‘This is a picture-postcard village and obviously there are a great many people with money who live here, but even so—’

‘You really mustn’t let what Miss Stubbs said upset you,’ Daniel asserted. ‘Forget it. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.’ He negotiated the Land Rover around a tight bend in the road and debated whether to put Cathy straight about his situation. He glanced sideways. She looked so…earnest, so fragile. There was a vulnerability, too, beneath the smiling exterior. He decided to keep quiet, for the moment at least. Somehow it didn’t seem appropriate to tell her of his wealth, the fact that he could have afforded to spend every day of the week doing unpaid work of one kind or another, whereas she…Daniel frowned and shook his head.

‘What’s the matter?’

‘Sorry?’ He turned to look at her. Dark eyes surveyed the pale skin and delicately shaped mouth, and he knew in that moment that he would do everything in his power to nurture this new relationship.

‘You look preoccupied and you shook your head. I just thought something might be wrong.’

‘No, everything’s fine.’ Daniel glanced across at her and smiled reassuringly. ‘So! How is everything? The cottage coming together?’

‘Yes, it’s coming along just fine. As you can see I’ve abandoned everything to try and get it organised as quickly as possible.’

Daniel frowned slightly. ‘Abandoned…?’

‘Myself.’ Cathy pulled a face. ‘I felt such a scruff talking to Miss Stubbs. I feel a scruff now,’ she admitted selfconsciously. ‘I rushed out of the house…I’ve probably got paint all over my face.’

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