Carmichael's Return

Carmichael's Return
Lilian Peake

Family secrets? Brett Carmichael walked out of nowhere into Lauren's life. All she knew about him was that he had gorgeous brown eyes and a long, lean body. He didn't seem to have a heart… or a past. Brett had come home after fifteen years of self-imposed exile.The last thing he had expected was to find Lauren living in his house. She was the unknown woman who had haunted his dreams for years. Lauren obviously had no idea who he was, and he certainly wasn't going to tell her!

Table of Contents

Cover Page (#u9ab99a13-a2dc-5e9d-8301-da0100d61c56)

Excerpt (#u67beaca4-05b3-56a5-a7ee-8ab7b7bb839d)

About the Author (#udf1ed706-245e-5c33-8e58-ede60f175582)

Title Page (#ucba64442-df14-5f51-bfde-0bff473bcc6f)

Chapter One (#ufb977081-48a6-514f-9f91-b20d16d6a042)

Chapter Two (#ub42d8ce5-0f23-5099-acd2-f914cd3f44db)

Chapter Three (#u7561aba3-a2df-55b1-ba75-434ceeabdd97)

Chapter Four (#u521c8571-1951-55b7-a31e-043dd9e7c99c)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

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Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

“Love?“

Brett cut in mercilessly. “You, a modern woman, want love with the sexual act?”

He released Lauren so suddenly that the room spun. This was a side to him she had never seen, never guessed at.

“I—I hate you like this. What happened while you were away that you’ve lost your human warmth? I wouldn’t make love with you if—if—”

“If I paid you?” Brett added insultingly.

“The man who arrived on the doorstep that night wouldn’t have said that. You’ve changed from the man I knew, the man I liked.”

“Oh, no, Lauren. You never knew me.”

LILIAN PEAKE grew up in Essex. Her first job was working for a writer of mystery stories. Subsequently, she became a journalist on a provincial newspaper, then moved to a trade magazine and reported on fashion. Later, she took on an advice column on a women’s magazine. She began writing romances because she loves happy endings! She lives near Oxford, England, with her husband, a retired college principal. They have two sons and a daughter. Her hobbies are walking, reading and listening to classical music.

Carmichael’s Return

Lilian Peake

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_2c5db75e-0be9-5a47-a6d2-f1b6336764ae)

LAUREN made herself more comfortable in the chair next to the telephone. Her friend Marie’s calls were always long—especially this one as they hadn’t met since Marie had moved house.

‘Please,’ Marie coaxed into Lauren’s ear, ‘think about it. For Reggie’s sake as well as mine. If you loved your boyfriend as much as I love Reggie…OK,’ she added hurriedly, ‘so yours ditched you—’

‘Other way round,’ Lauren supplied without rancour.

‘Oops, sorry. You ditched Mitch. I’d ditch Reggie too if he played around with other girls. Anyway, I can’t let Reggie go and work in France without me just because I took on the job my uncle offered me before Reggie knew about being transferred to the Continent. He’s starting his job next week,’ she added on a note of anguish.

‘But Marie, you haven’t been there long. How can you move out so soon after agreeing to live there? Anyway, I’ve never house-sat, or whatever you call it.’

‘Lauren—’ Marie’s voice came pleadingly ‘—Uncle Redmund doesn’t want the place left empty, that’s all. He doesn’t want to sell it, he wants someone occupying it. By the way, he’s not my real uncle. He’s a very old friend of my parents. I’ve called him Uncle since I was a kid. Oh, and I did mention, didn’t I, that he’s currently living in the South of France? And as for moving away from here so quickly—well, it’s how things happen, isn’t it?’

‘Maybe, but—’

‘There’s a salary attached to it—a substantial one. You’ll agree to house-sit, then?’ Marie pleaded.

‘I didn’t say so.’

‘But you’ll need to look for another place to live; you told me so,’ Marie countered. ‘Your landlord’s decided to sell the house and—’

‘OK, that’s true, but I’ll still need to think about what you’ve suggested. I’m on an art agency’s books for work—’

‘So withdraw your name,’ Mane urged. ‘A job’s being offered you right now. Look,’ she went on, as her friend still seemed to be hesitating, ‘I’m giving a party Saturday evening at Uncle Redmund’s house to celebrate Reggie’s promotion—because that’s what it is. Come to it, Lauren.’

‘Well, I—’

‘You could come Friday and stay overnight,’ Marie suggested. ‘That way you could really get the feel of the place. I’ll show you round and you can give me your answer then. Oh—and this is not blackmail or anything—but there’s a job vacancy for me over there in Reggie’s office. Won’t that be just great? That is, if I’m able to join him.’

‘If that’s not blackmail then my name’s not Lauren Halstead,’ Lauren protested, making a face at her friend’s laughter.

‘Maybe kind of, then,’ Marie conceded. ‘See you Friday, yes? And don’t worry about help in bringing your things here. Reggie can hire a van to bring any heavy furniture over.’

‘There’s only lightweight stuff,’ Lauren answered. Then she realised she was already m the process of committing herself. ‘But, Marie,’ she added hastily, ‘I haven’t said yes, have I?’

‘Do you think I’d let a little thing like that stand in my way?’ was her friend’s laughing riposte.