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CHAPTER ONE

THE small boy tugged at Judy’s sleeve. ‘Isn’t Uncle Ryan here to meet us?’ he queried anxiously.

Judith Arledge’s blue eyes scanned the crowd in the small New Zealand airport. A buzz of happy chatter vibrated on the air as people greeted friends or relatives who had recently disembarked from the plane that had just touched down at Napier. It was nice to be welcomed with enthusiasm, she thought wistfully, then wondered about the man who was supposed to be meeting herself and Robin.

Where was Ryan Ellison?

‘We’d better sit down and wait,’ she said with a hint of resignation, then took Robin’s hand and led him towards two empty seats.

‘Where is Uncle Ryan?’ the boy demanded fretfully.

Judy gave what she hoped was a reassuring smile. ‘Perhaps he’s been held up. No doubt he’ll be along soon.’ This, she hoped, would prove to be a fact, otherwise she didn’t know what to do or where to go.

Searching in her mind for comfort, she recalled the words of Robin’s grandmother. ‘Ryan will definitely be there to meet you,’ Hilda Simmons had promised, when making arrangements with Judy to take the little boy from Christchurch, in the South Island, to Napier, in the North Island.

But—how shall I recognise him?’ Judy had queried doubtfully. She was not at all happy with the task that had been presented to her, and not for the first time wondered how she’d been catapulted into accepting it. But at least it would give her a short period away from Christchurch, which was something she felt herself to be in dire need of.

Hilda Simmons had been anything but vague. A faint snort had escaped her as she’d said, ‘Don’t worry, you’ll spot him at once. Ryan Ellison will stride into that airport as though he owns the place. Every woman will turn to look at him. I can tell you he’s a man who stands out in a crowd I suppose it’s his success that gives him such an air of confidence.’

‘But—what does he look like?’ Judy had persisted.

‘Tall—broad-shouldered—dark auburn hair. But you needn’t be concerned about him recognising you.’ The older woman had cast a dismissive glance over Judy’s blonde wavy hair. ‘It’s Robin he’ll be searching for. My Verna’s son—you understand?’

Robin’s voice interrupted her thoughts. ‘Judy-is Uncle Ryan my real uncle, or just a pretend uncle like Uncle Alan?’

Judy shifted uneasily in her seat. ‘You can forget Uncle Alan,’ she told him firmly. ‘You’ll not be seeing him again.’

‘Why?’ Hazel eyes regarded her with surprise.

‘Because I’ll not be seeing him again, either,’ she said through compressed lips.

‘Why?’ The boy’s eyes widened.

She tried to remain calm. ‘Because he’s not to be trusted, so please don’t mention his name again—ever. As for Uncle Ryan—I’m not sure where he fits in.’ She realised the boy knew little about his relatives, and that for some reason his mother and grandmother forced him to lead a sheltered life. It made her speak guardedly while turning to brush back his fringe of dark brown hair, that held hints of red when the sun shone on it. ‘It’s possible that Uncle is just a courtesy title,’ she added.

‘What’s courtesy?’

‘It means being polite,’ she explained patiently. Then, regarding the freckles sprinkled across his nose and cheeks, she went on, ‘As you are only six, and he’s a mature man, it’s more polite for you to call him Uncle.’

‘Are you mature, Judy?’

She smiled ruefully. ‘At twenty-three I should be, although I’m now beginning to wonder about it.’ How could a mature person be taken in by a man as disloyal as Alan Draper? she pondered. She should have seen through him from the beginning.

Robin swept away her bitter thoughts. ‘Shall I be going to school in Napier?’

‘No, dear. It’s July. The schools are still closed for the winter holidays. Your grandmother says you’ve been rather bronchial lately, and as Napier is a warmer place than Christchurch she thought it would be wise to get you away from the cold South Island winds. That’s why she rang Uncle Ryan about spending some time with him.’

‘What’s bronchial?’

She simplified the answer. ‘Chest colds that make you cough a lot Have you been like that?’

He shook his head.

Judy frowned, her blue eyes regarding the boy thoughtfully. She saw quite a lot of Robin. Almost every day after school he came through a hole in the hedge dividing his grandmother’s and her parents’ properties, but so far she’d noticed nothing bronchial about him. He appeared to be a perfectly healthy lad who wolfed down the cookies and orange drinks she often provided for him. In fact it was this kindness to the lad that had landed her in her present situation.

Sitting at the kitchen table one day, Robin had said casually, ‘My Gran is very, very cross. She’s so angry she’s nearly crying.’

Judy had looked at him in amazement. She could imagine Hilda Simmons being cross, because it was a state not at all foreign to her. But for her neighbour to reach the stage of tears was something she was unable to visualise. Should she go next door to see if there was anything she could do to help? Judy was the type of person who liked to help.

At the same time she hesitated, fearing that Hilda Simmons might consider she was intruding upon a private matter. Nevertheless, the thought of her being so upset disturbed Judy, particularly as she was an elderly widow whose daughter, Robin’s mother, was away at present. Tentatively, she asked, ‘Why is your gran so upset?’

His mouth half full, Robin said, “Cos Mrs Fulton won’t do something she wants her to do.’

Judy looked at him thoughtfully. ‘Could I help? Is it something I could do for her?’

‘I don’t know...’

Judy made a decision. She might be putting herself in the position of being told to mind her own business, but if her neighbour needed assistance she felt it should be of fered. Impulsively, she said, ‘Finish your drink and we’ll go and see your gran.’

Robin had not exaggerated the extent of his grandmother’s anger. She was frothing mad, yet her face cleared and a speculative look crept into her eyes as Judy stepped into the neighbouring kitchen.

‘Robin said you need a little help,’ the latter began.

‘Oh, I do—I do!’ Hilda Simmons exclaimed. She was a tall, dominant woman of generous proportions, and her dark eyes held a piercing glint. People usually found themselves doing as she demanded, but in this case she did not appear to have been completely successful. ‘That wretched Pulton woman has let me down,’ she went on in an aggrieved tone. ‘She’s one of my bridge players. She was going to Napier and had promised to take Robin with her. She was to leave him with Ryan—but now she’s had to cancel her trip.’

Who was Ryan? Judy wondered at that stage.

Hilda’s wrath then turned towards her daughter. ‘It was very selfish of Verna to go skiing at the beginning of the school holidays,’ she complained. ‘She has no right to put the responsibility for Robin on me. She knows he’s becoming more than I can cope with. She knows I can’t allow my good works to suffer because of a small boy who is often very naughty.’

The last words were accompanied by a dark glare towards Robin, who stood listening with a sullen look on his small face and his lower lip thrust slightly forward.

‘It would be dreadful if he had one of his tantrums in front of my bridge ladies,’ Hilda added, the mere thought causing a hint of horror to creep into her voice.

Judy made no reply. She considered Hilda Simmons to be an overbearing woman who was capable of coping with anything. Nor did she find it difficult to imagine her placing the responsibility of Robin on somebody else herself. As for the ‘good works’—they were little more than afternoon bridge parties which resulted in a few dollars going to charity. Even so, Hilda’s next words had given her a shock.

Taking a deep breath, the older woman drew herself to her full height as she said, ‘Well—you asked if there was anything you could do to help. As it happens, there is. You can take Robin to Napier and leave him with Ryan Ellison.’

‘Me-?’ The word came out like a squeak as Judy gaped at her.

‘Of course you’ll be paid. That should be a help, considering you’re currently out of work.’ Hilda paused before adding thoughtfully, ‘I feel sure he’ll be safe with Ryan.’

Her last words surprised Judy. ‘Safe? Safe from what?’

Hilda ignored the question as she said, ‘Don’t allow him to talk to any strange men. One hears so much about these ghastly people...’

The thought made Judy shudder, but she managed to speak calmly. ‘I think you’re worrying needlessly, Mrs Simmons. Air hostesses will do the job for you. Children often travel in the care of hostesses. They’re very reliable—’

Hilda pursed thin lips. ‘But they’d be strangers to Robin, whereas he knows you,’ she said, with unexpected grandmotherly concern. ‘I’m afraid he’s not very good with women he doesn’t know, although he’s quite at ease with men.’

A sigh escaped Judy. ‘Very well, I’ll take him. Job-hunting will have to wait until I return to Christchurch.’

Hilda breathed a sigh of relief. ‘Thank you, my dear. And don’t forget to warn Ryan about what happens if the boy becomes unduly upset. You know what I mean...’

Judy had nodded without uttering the dreaded word bed-wetting.

Hilda stood looking at Judy reflectively, her dark eyes taking in the latter’s lovely face, with its clear complexion, straight nose and sweetly generous mouth. The blonde hair curling about the slim shoulders made her look much younger than her twenty-three years, and, almost as if noticing her neighbour’s beauty for the first time, the older woman spoke firmly. ‘Of course there’ll be no need for you to stay in Napier. Ryan’s housekeeper will take care of Robin as soon as he becomes accustomed to her. You may come home the next day.’

Judy felt puzzled. ‘I can? But—who will bring Robin home?’

‘Naturally, Verna will make the trip to fetch him. It’s high time she made contact with Ryan again. Actually—he should have married her years ago.’ Hilda’s eyes blazed with a flash of anger. ‘But has he done so? No—he has not. According to his housekeeper, he’s thrown himself into agricultural pursuits and has become a veritable land baron. She said it’s difficult to know whether he owns the land, or whether the land owns him. She also said his house sees as much social life as a hermit’s cave. But of course Verna would alter all that.’

Robin broke into Judy’s ponderings, his voice holding an anxious note as he said, ‘I don’t think Uncle Ryan is pleased we’re coming to stay with him. That’s why he’s not here to meet us.’

Judy sent him a curious glance, but forced herself to speak casually. ‘Why do you say that?’

“Cos Gran kept frowning when she talked to him on the phone. She was very, very cross. I think Uncle Ryan was cross too.’ His eyes looked at her pleadingly. ‘Judy—could we go home—now?’

She felt disturbed. ‘No, dear, I’m afraid that’s impossible. At least, not today.’ Had a word of welcome been missing from the other end of the line? she wondered. Her arm went about Robin in a comforting gesture as she added, ‘If Uncle Ryan stays cross with us we shall go home very soon.’ she promised.

By this time the airport was emptying. Luggage had been collected, people were departing, and it was then that Judy became aware of the man who stood watching them. Judging him to be about thirty, and over six feet in height, he stood with his arms folded across a broad chest. Their eyes met and their locked gazes held for several long moments while instinct told her that this was Ryan Ellison.

‘A man who stands out in a crowd’, Hilda Simmons had said, and Judy could only agree that he would make any girl look twice. But she hadn’t expected him to be quite so handsome, and as he came towards them her legs suddenly felt weak and shaky. Olive-green eyes swept over her, and when he spoke it was with a deep, vibrant voice that fitted in with the rest of him.

‘Is it possible you’re Mrs Fulton and that this lad is Robin Bryant?’ he queried.

It took her a moment to gather her wits. ‘Mrs Fulton? No—I’m Judith Arledge. But this is Robin... I presume you’re Mr Elison?’ As he nodded she went on to explain, ‘Mrs Fulton was unable to make her visit to Napier, so Mrs Simmons arranged with me to bring Robin to you. Didn’t she tell you about this change of plan?’

His tone became crisp. ‘Indeed she did not.’

Observing his sudden scowl, she said, ‘Is there a problem with that?’

‘It’s possible—unless you have friends in Napier with whom you can stay. However, we’ll discuss it later. I presume you have suitcases?’ He lifted Judy’s cabin bag, then led the way to where the main luggage was to be collected.

Holding Robin’s hand, she followed meekly, the problem being easy to guess. Mrs Fulton, she realised, would have left the boy with this man and then gone on her way, whereas she herself expected to stay with the lad at least for one night. But this, from the sound of his tone, did not suit Ryan Elison, and suddenly Judy felt very forlorn and unwanted. Depression settled upon her as she identified their two suitcases, but she tried to shake it off by telling herself she was overreacting.

A short time later they were seated in a dark green Range Rover, little being said as Ryan drove them round the harbour, where yachts rested in the calm waters of the Napier Sailing Club’s marina. Beyond the masts several fishing boats lay at anchor, and after passing a small shopping area they were rewarded by the sight of Hawke Bay, its wide, circular wave-crested expanse rimmed by distant coastal hills. On the seafront ahead of them lofty Norfolk pines rose from a long grassy verge bordering the road. And across the road from the trees stretched a row of houses, their windows glistening from the rays of the late westering sun.

Ryan stopped the vehicle in front of a wide, white two-storey house that faced the bay. A garage formed part of its base, and instead of a garden the frontage had been paved, to form a parking area between the house and the road. It was large enough to accommodate several cars, its austerity softened and made colourful by tubs filled with winter-flowering pansies, anemonies in bud and shrubs of red japonica that stood in brilliant contrast against the wall.

He switched off the ignition, but instead of getting out of the Range Rover he turned to stare at Judy. ‘Miss Arledge—you’ ve not yet explained your situation,’ he reminded her smoothly. ‘Do you-or do you not have plans for your accommodation in Napier?’

She almost quailed beneath the hardness of his tone. ‘No—I’m afraid I haven’t—’

His lips tightened. ‘You mean you’re expecting to stay with me? Is that what you’re trying to say?’ The question was rasped.

‘If—if you’ll have me,’ she returned in a small voice.

‘Well—I must say this is an unexpected turn of events,’ he admitted bluntly.

Her delicate brows rose as she met his gaze with frankness. ‘I’m well aware that something about me niggles at you, Mr Ellison, but I’m darned if I can work out what it can be—or what I’ve done to merit your antagonism?’

His dark brows drew together. ‘Please understand that it’s nothing personal. It’s just that I didn’t think I’d be expected to offer hospitality to a girl such as yourself.’

‘There’s something wrong with me?’ Her eyes flashed at him indignantly, widening until the reflection from her deep blue padded rain-jacket made them glitter like sapphires.

‘Yes—plenty,’ he snapped. ‘You’re too damned attractive to be staying in a house alone with a man and a small boy. I don’t have young women living with me—and I intend to keep it that way.’

She spoke softly as light dawned. ‘I see. You have a girlfriend who would object?’

‘Not exactly.’ His tone had become terse. ‘However—I do happen to have a reason.’

‘But we wouldn’t be alone,’ she reasoned. ‘You have a housekeeper. Mrs Simmons said so.’

He spoke harshly. ‘Hilda Simmons—or the dragon as I prefer to think of her—was mistaken. Kate Coster, who attends to my washing and housework, has her own cottage next door. She does not live with me.’

Judy’s jaw sagged slightly. ‘Oh, I see...’

Robin’s voice piped up from the seat behind them. It sounded tearful. ‘Don’t you want us to stay with you, Uncle Ryan?’

The man sent a startled glance over his shoulder, and it seemed as if he’d momentarily forgotten the little boy’s presence. ‘Yes, of course I do,’ he said hastily. ‘It’s just that there are times when things can be inconvenient.’

Robin’s voice became even more plaintive as he asked another question. ‘Uncle Ryan, have you got a toilet in your house?’

‘Of course, old chap. We’ll go inside right away.’ Turning to Judy, he said, ‘We’ll continue this discussion later...before you leave. Perhaps you can also throw light on one or two points that have been puzzling me.’

Before you leave. she noticed, but made no comment.

As they left the Range Rover and went towards the front door she also noticed that Ryan carried Robin’s suitcase but had left her own in the vehicle. It made her realise he was adamant in not wishing to have her stay in his house, and that he fully intended to find other accommodation for her. The knowledge gripped her with a surge of disappointment, but she kept it well hidden by remaining silent as she followed him upstairs to the main living quarters.

Robin’s most urgent need was attended to, and then he was shown into the smallest of four bedrooms opening off a passageway. It held a single bed with bedside table, a dressing table and a built-in wardrobe. He opened the door of the latter, and, having surveyed its emptiness, turned to the tall man with a wistful query. ‘Uncle Ryan—have you got any toys?’

Ryan looked vaguely amused. ‘Did you expect to find some in there?’

Robin nodded. ‘Gran makes me put them away in the wardrobe. I don’t want dolls and things for girls...’

Ryan flicked a glance towards Judy, then spoke in a serious tone. ‘I dare say we can both do without dolls. I’ve been avoiding them for years. As for toys, tomorrow you and I shall visit the shops to see what we can find for boys.’

‘And Judy—she’ll come with us?’ Robin asked anxiously.

‘We’ll see about that,’ Ryan said in a noncommittal tone, ‘Miss Arledge will probably be busy doing other things.’

Judy turned away to stare unseeingly through the window. It was easy to guess at what this autocratic man considered she’d be doing. No doubt winging her way back to Christchurch on tomorrow’s first night. She bit her lip as she again became gripped by a sense of having been rejected. Then came frustration, because she was unable to see what to do about it.

Of course, if she returned to Christchurch so rapidly she’d be doing exactly as the dictatorial Hilda Simmons had decreed. But she hadn’t visited the coastal city of Napier befone, and now that she was here the desire to have a look at the place was strong. It had nothing to do with Ryan Ellison, she assured herself firmly. Her recent experience with Alan Draper had turned her off men. Although she had to admit that there was something about this particular man that interested her—something that made her feel it would be nice to get to know him a little better, if only she could find a way past his initial hostility.

Ryan cut into her thoughts. ‘I can hear Miss Coster in the kitchen. She’s probably making a cup of tea.’ He guided Judy towards the living room, which had a dining alcove adjoining it, the latter being attached to the kitchen by an archway instead of a door.

Kate Coster came forward to meet Judy. She was a tall, gaunt woman, with straight grey hair and a small tight mouth. Her pale grey eyes blinked in surprise as they took in Judy’s youthful appearance, missing nothing—not the depth of blue in her large eyes, the slight wave in her blonde hair, nor the golden lights that made it shine.

Ryan said, ‘This is not Mrs Fulton, as we expected, Kate. This is Miss Judith Arledge.’

Judy smiled and held out her hand. Determined to be pleasant, she said, ‘Most people call me Judy.’

Kate Coster ignored her outstretched hand and spoke bluntly. ‘Well, I must say you’re not what I expected. You look as though you’re still in the sixth form, or maybe just out of it.’

A cool smile touching his lips, Ryan explained, ‘Kate was a school teacher before she reached the retiring age.’

Kate nodded. ‘Yes, indeed. I know exactly how to handle children, especially the naughty ones.’ She bent a cool gaze upon Robin, who had been staring at her with apprehension written all over his face. ‘So he’s to be here for the remainder of the school holidays. I hope he’s a good boy.’

‘Yes, of course he is,’ Judy said faintly, while becoming conscious of Robin’s tenseness as he gripped her hand

‘Come and talk to me, Robin,’ Kate commanded, in the tone of one who would stand no nonsense.

‘No-I don’t want to,’ Robin gasped, then slipped behind Judy and flung his arms around her while burying his face against her skirt.

Ryan became impatient. ‘Just ignore him until he knows you better,’ he advised Kate. The point is that I have a problem. I didn’t think before, but it’s obvious I need a woman to care for Robin while he’s here. Someone with more maturity than Miss Arledge—who, as you’ve noticed, appears to be just out of the schoolroom.’

His words had an effect upon Judy. Her chin rose, her cheeks became flushed and her eyes flashed blue sparks as she faced him furiously. ‘Mr Elliso—I’ll have you know I’m more than capable of caring for Robin,’ she flung at him.

‘I didn’t say you weren’t,’ he snapped.

‘Then what are you saying?’ Her breatbing had become agitated as all her recent frustrations began to spill over. ‘Please be frank so that I can understand the situation.’

‘I’ve already told you,’ he snarled. ‘However, I’ll spell it out again. The situation is this—I have no wish for a girl such as yourself to be living in my house. Is that clear enough?’

‘Perfectly clear... although it’s beyond me to know exactly what it is about me you’re so afraid of,’ she said with cold dignity. She took a long, deep breath. ‘So, what will you do about Robin?’

‘I’ll appeal to Miss Coster for help,’ Ryan informed her smoothly. ‘I shall make it worth her while to take care of the boy.’ He turned to the older woman. ‘Will you agree to do so, Kate? You can either stay here or take him to your cottage.’

Kate Coster looked so startled by the suggestion she could only gape at him. Nor did she appear to be particularly pleased by it. She frowned, and although her thin lips opened, no sound came from them.

‘It’ll be worth your while, Kate.’ Ryan pursued softly.

‘You know I can be generous when the mood takes me.’

‘Oh, yes, I do indeed,’ Kate admitted. ‘Oh...well...I...I suppose I’ll do it,’ she said with reluctance. ‘But he’ll have to be a very good boy and do everything I say at once. I shall not tolerate the slightest disobedience. Do you understand, Robin?’ She glared at the boy menacingly.

Judy was appalled by Kate’s manner and attitude. The woman’s a fool, she thought. She might have been a school teacher, but this was not the way to deal with children—especially Robin—and not for one moment would she consider leaving him in Kate’s care. But the boy had been sent to Ryan. She herself had delivered him. And because Ryan had no wish for her to be in his home the situation had become problematic.

Robin’s voice rose on the air. ‘I don’t want to be left with her,’ he wailed tearfully.

The boy’s loud protests were ignored by Ryan. ‘Well, that’s settled, then,’ he said with easy satisfaction. ‘Kate will take over. I’m sure everything will work out well. OK, Kate—he’s all yours.’

‘No...no...no...’ Robin shouted, while clinging even more tightly to Judy, at the same time beginning to stamp his feet.

‘Stop this nonsense at once,’ Kate snapped at him.

‘Don’t leave me, Judy,’ he pleaded between gasps of weeping. ‘Please, Judy...don’t leave me with her—’

Judy began to feel desperate, her frustrations almost bursting within her as she put her arms about Robin in an effort to comfort him. She was assailed by a feeling of helplessness, and then Robin’s pleadings gave rise to another question, which she flung at Ryan above the noise of the boy’s weeping. Glaring at him above Robin’s head, she demanded wrathfully, ‘Mr Ellison—would it be too much to ask what plans you have in mind for me? As you intend throwing me out of your house, shall I be left on the road or tossed into the sea?’ Agitation caused her voice to shake.

‘Nothing so drastic, Miss Arledge,’ he retorted coldly. ‘If you’ll come over to the window I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping this evening. It’s not far away.’ He strode across the room and stood waiting for her to join him.

Judy had already noticed that most of the windows faced the ocean, and now curiosity caused her to comply with his request. Keeping her arm about Robin, she drew him with her as she went to stand beside Ryan.

He pointed towards the left, where two wide buildings were situated near the waterfront. They were surrounded by lawns and gardens. ‘The first building is a motel,’ he explained. ‘The second is its restaurant. If the motel hasn’t a vacancy I’ll find you one elsewhere, and tomorrow I’ll arrange for your return flight to Christchurch. There’s no need for you to worry about anything. Robin will be quite all right with Kate. He’ll get over his upset.’

But Ryan’s words set Robin off again. Sobs shook his body as he said between gasps, ‘I want to be with Judy. I don’t want to be with...with that other one. I don’t like her. She’s crabby and cross.’ The wails grew louder.

Kate’s stern tones rose above the din Robin was creating. ‘Didn’t I tell you to stop this nonsense at once?’ she scolded. ‘You will come with me and have your face and hands washed.’ She crossed the room and grabbed his arm, making an effort to drag him away from Judy.

But the action had dire results. Robin threw himself into one of his famous tantrums, which was something Judy had been secretly fearing. His sobs switched to loud yells as he wrenched his arm from Kate’s grasp. His small fists flayed at her, then his leg swung as he kicked her on the shin with his heavy winter shoe.

Kate sprang back with a horrified shriek. ‘You little brat—’ she ranted furiously. ‘This is a tantrum if ever I’ve seen one.’

‘That’s right,’ Judy informed her calmly. ‘Robin’s very good at tantrums. I’ve seen quite a few of them.’

‘Hell’s teeth—can’t you shut him up?’ Ryan barked at her.

His tone brought Judy’s own temper seething to the top. ‘Now you listen to me, Ryan Ellison,’ she raged at him above the noise of the boy’s gasping sobs. ‘Robin is my responsibility and I won’t desert him if he’s not happy. If I go to that motel he comes with me. Is that understood? And you can explain the reason for it to his grandmother.’ Her face flushed as she held Robin in her protective embrace.

As if by magic her words silenced the boy, who had grasped their meaning without any trouble. His oear-filled eyes gazed up at Judy imploringly as he pleaded, ‘Promise, Judy... Promise you won’t leave me? Promise... promise... promise...’

‘Yes, darling, I promised.’ She opened her shoulder bag and drew out a bundle of tissues. ‘Wipe your eyes and blow your nose...there’s a good boy. And don’t let’s have any more fuss.’

Ryan made no secret of his relief. ‘At least you seem to be able to control him.’

Kate examined her shin, then demanded aggressively, ‘How often do these tantrums occur?’

‘Only when he feels very deeply about something,’ Judy informed her. Then she sighed and went on in a resigned tone, ‘If you’ll pardon my frankoess, I can only point out that your manner towards Robin was stern and bossy for no reason at all. It made him feel frightened and insecure. Anyone who is accustomed to dealing with young children would have realised that he’s had a long and tiring day. He was up early, leaving all that’s familiar, to catch a plane from Christchurch to Wellington, and then there was a wait before boarding a different plane to Napier. After all, he’s only six.’

‘The little man has had a busy day,’ Ryan drawled in what sounded like a more kindly tone.

Judy pursued her efforts to make excuses for Robin. ‘And that is not all. You—Mr Ellison—have made no secret of the fact that you don’t want me here. That’s upset him badly because I’m his link with security and all that’s familiar.’ She paused to take a deep breath, then went on warningly, ‘If I agree to your plan and leave him here, he’s likely to sob his heart out for most of the night And when he becomes upset to that extent he’s liable to wet the bed—and I’m not just talking about tears on the pillow!’

‘Bedwetting!’ The word was jerked out of Kate with a gasp of horror. ‘Oh, dear...oh, dear...we can’t have that.’ She turned a pathetic face towards Ryan. ‘I’m sorry...I don’t think I can cope with the boy. I’m too old. I’m beyond handling children who can be as difficult as this one. I’m afraid you’ll have to make other arrangements—’

‘It’s all right, Kate,’ Ryan said irritably. ‘I suppose Miss Arledge will have to stay here after all.’ He sighed, as though the thought exasperated him.

Judy looked at him with disdain while wondering what on earth had made her imagine she’d like to get to know this man better. Then her tone became scathing as she said, ‘Thanks a million for the charm and warmth of your invitation, Mr Ellison. However, I can assure you that staying here is the last thing I wish to do.’

His mouth twisted slightly as he frowned at her. ‘So—what action do you intend to take?’

Feeling suddenly exhausted, Judy spoke wearily, ‘If you’ll be good enough to take me to the motel, I’ll stay there as you suggested—providing they have a vacancy, of course. Robin will come with me and tomorrow we’ll go back to Christchurch. It’s as simple as that.’

‘I’m afraid it’s not as simple as that,’ he retorted, in a voice as hard as granite. ‘The boy stays here with me. He’s been sent to me and there must be a reason for it. The dragon does nothing without a reason. Perhaps you can help me fathom it out—unless you’ve been sworn to secrecy?’

‘Secrecy? What utter rubbish!’ Judy exclaimed, while gaping at him incredulously. ‘I must say you’re a strange man with some very odd ideas, Mr Ellison.’

‘Am I indeed? Well, perhaps I’m approaching this from the wrong angle. Perhaps I’m being over-protective of my hermit’s cave—as Kate likes to refer to this place.’ He sent a mocking glance towards his housekeeper, then his manner changed as he took several steps closer to Judy and stood staring down into her face.

Speaking softy, and keeping his deep voice low, he said, ‘Judy—will you try to overlook these eccentricities you see in me? I’d be grateful if you’d stay so that we can talk this over.’

So, she had suddenly become Judy, she noticed. And why was her previous attraction towards this man rearing its head again? It was something she’d have to control, and to prevent him from seeing any hint of eagerness in her eyes she turned to stare through the window as she said, ‘Very well, I’ll stay—but we’ll talk only after Robin has been fed and put to bed.’ Despite her calm assertion, the thought of spending the evening with this man made her pulses quicken.