The Englishman's Bride

The Englishman's Bride
Sophie Weston

Sir Philip Hardesty, a negotiator for the United Nations, is famed for his cool head. But for the first time in his life, this never-ruffled English aristocrat is getting hot under the collar–over a woman! Kit Romaine is not easily impressed by money or titles; if Philip wants her, he's going to have to pay her.Once Kit agrees to be his temporary assistant, Philip knows he's halfway there. Now he just has to work on making her his bride….

“I won’t come with you as a stand-in mistress,” she told him clearly.

“Kit!”

“But I will come as co-driver and temporary assistant.”

Philip looked at her for a long moment. Then a light began to gleam in his eyes.

“You drive a hard bargain.”

Kit lifted her chin. “Take it or leave it.”

“I’ll take it,” Philip said hastily. “Believe me, I’ll take whatever I can get.”

“And if you want more,” she said with sudden determination, “I’m telling you now you’re going to have to work really, really hard to persuade me.”

The chiseled profile dissolved into pure appreciation.

“You’re on.”

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The Englishman’s Bride

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CONTENTS

PROLOGUE (#uef126971-cc6a-508f-aae6-0296c263c2aa)

CHAPTER ONE (#u45540a1b-db0b-55e4-93cd-8fc72b3be9fe)

CHAPTER TWO (#u7a1199e8-80b4-56e6-a88d-9e3efbcebb87)

CHAPTER THREE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)

EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)

PROLOGUE

THE Englishman was deceptive. Even after twenty-four hours, every man in the detachment agreed on that. He might look like a Hollywood heartthrob with his wild midnight hair and haughty profile. But the tall, thin body was as lithe as a cat. And he was tireless.

When they first heard that a New York bureaucrat was joining them on their jungle expedition, they muttered resentfully. But when they learned that he was a member of the British aristocracy as well, they nearly mutinied.

‘Sir Philip Hardesty?’ queried Texas Joe, stunned.

‘I ain’t calling no snotty pen-pusher “Sir”,’ said Spanners. As an Englishman himself, he spoke with authority.

The group decided to take their line from Spanners. And when the man arrived they were sure they were right. As well as his title, Philip Hardesty possessed beautifully kept hands, a backpack that was so new it shone and customised jungle boots.

But he did not use his title. He got his hands dirty without noticing it. When they waded through the river his boots kept the water out better than their own. And there was that tireless determination.

Nothing got him down. Not the evil-smelling insect repellent. Not the stifling humidity. Not the long, exhausting days pushing on through the jungle. Not even the horrible nights.

He did not have their precision training but his endurance was phenomenal. In his quiet way, he was as strong as any of them. He took the long days without complaint. He climbed well when he had to. And when he swung that bulky new pack off his back at rest stops, you could see that his shoulders were dense with muscle.

All right, none of them had wanted a civilian along. Captain Soames had wanted him least of all, though of course he had not said so. The trip was dangerous enough, between the hazards of the jungle and the unpredictable moods of the so-called freedom fighters that they were coming to see.

But High Command had insisted. And for once High Command had been right.

The man even knew how to make a fire—and how to put it out.

‘How did you get into this line of work?’ said Captain Soames as they all sat round the small flames.

It was their last night before they reached the rebels’ camp. All six of the men who had volunteered for this duty knew that there was no forecasting what awaited them at the camp. Rafek, the rebel leader, said he wanted to talk. It was he who had made the first contact. But rebels had lied before.

Philip Hardesty said quietly, ‘Family tradition.’

‘Very British,’ said Australian Captain Soames drily. ‘How long has the UN been going? Remind me.’