Chapter 28 – A Matter of Sin and Love Novel Free Online (Elena & Christian)

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Elena frowned. There was something so…guarded about the way he spoke.

Of course there was! He was the most self-contained person she knew. Yet something niggled. She’d expected more warmth in his voice over a childhood reminiscence. But then, most of her childhood memories were less than happy. Had it been like that for Christian too?

‘He was abusive?’

‘Jack was decent in his own way. He just wasn’t interested in kids. All he cared about was my mother.’ Now there was a shift in his voice, a depth of feeling he didn’t bother to hide. ‘He put me to work as soon as we moved in with him—set me to weeding while he began extending the vegetable patch since it had to feed three instead of one.’

A muffled laugh rumbled up from behind her. She felt as well as heard it.

‘What’s so funny?’ Being dependent on the food you grew was no laughing matter.

‘I was determined to do a good job, impress him so he wouldn’t kick us out. By the time he’d turned back to check on me I’d ripped out half his precious seedlings and he treated me to some curses even I hadn’t heard before.’

Elena watched a pair of crimson rosellas land in the tree before them, quietly chattering. But her thoughts were on Christian at six, convinced he had to work hard so as not to be kicked out. A child surprised to hear swearing that was new. What sort of life had he led?

Her hands tightened on his. ‘Is that all he did?’

‘He made me replant everything I’d pulled out. Then he gave us both a lesson in plant recognition. Neither of us knew a tomato plant from a potato or a bean.’

‘So your mother was city bred too?’

‘That’s more than one question.’ He sounded relaxed but, pressed against him, Elena felt the infinitesimal tightening of his muscles. ‘It’s my turn.’

‘Okay.’ She braced herself for a probing question about her father’s business or ethics. That was what he’d want to know. That was why he’d demanded honesty.

‘Tell me about your job.’

‘Sorry?’ She turned her head but the curve of his shoulder and encircling arm stopped her seeing his face.

‘I want to know what work you do. It’s no use pretending you’re like your sister, living off Daddy’s money and drifting from one amusement to another.’

‘I never implied I did!’

‘I asked upfront how important your father’s money was to you—whether it supported you—and you didn’t correct me.’

Elena remembered that conversation the night they’d met. She’d been out of her depth, fighting not to show it. She’d been furious and combative. Later she’d revealed as little as possible about her life. It was her only defence against the feeling Christian was taking over her world.

‘I’m a nurse.’

‘Ah.’ His slow exhalation of breath stirred her hair. ‘Now, why doesn’t that surprise me?’

Here it comes. She’d heard it all from her father. Everything from the dowdy uniform to the unglamorous nature of the job and the low pay.

‘I have no idea. But I’m sure you’re going to tell me.’ Elena tried to pull away, but Christian’s seemingly lazy hold kept her hard against him.

‘Now, Elena, there’s no need to get annoyed.’ His lips brushed her hair. ‘I hadn’t guessed but it makes sense.’

‘Do tell.’ She gritted her teeth. In her family circle, nurses didn’t exist. Careers were high profile or highly paid, preferably both. Emptying bedpans or cleaning wounds was just too nose-wrinklingly real.

‘You’re so assured. Nothing fazes you.’ He stroked a finger along one bare arm, drawing her skin into feathery lines of goose bumps. ‘You get angry and you’re deeply passionate, but I can’t imagine you panicking.’

‘Assured?’ Elena stared at the bright birds in the tree as if she’d never seen them before. She was competent and confident in her work but she didn’t feel assured with Christian. He kept her off balance.

A chuckle rose in his deep chest and vibrated through her. ‘Absolutely. You put me in my place from the first. But you weren’t patronising in that socially superior way. You weren’t a snob. You just said it like it was.’

‘I’m practical.’ Her father had used that word like an insult.

‘Just like every nurse I’ve met.’

‘You’ve met a few?’ She thought of that old scar on his cheek and the others on his ribs.

‘Enough. You’ve got that same air of straight talking, but with all the aplomb of a duchess.’ It didn’t sound like criticism. It sounded like a compliment. Elena felt a little fizz of pleasure.

‘Have you ever met a duchess?’

‘I have, as it happens. She was more pleasant and down-to-earth than some of the snobby society types I’ve met.’

‘I can imagine.’ Her father was one such snob. He’d forgive you anything so long as you were rich or socially superior.

‘So, what sort of nursing?’ Christian sounded genuinely interested.

‘Community care. I visit people in their homes, often the elderly or patients just released from hospital.’

‘In their homes? Do you work in pairs?’

‘I’m part of a team but I do my home visits solo.’

Christian’s arms tightened. ‘That’s dangerous. You don’t know what you could walk into.’

‘We’re fully trained. We have safety protocols in place. Anyway, most of my clients are frail.’

‘It’s not just your clients. Anyone could be there.’

‘I can look after myself, Christian.’ She turned in his arms and pressed a finger to his mouth before he could contradict her. ‘But I appreciate your concern.’

In all her years of nursing none of her family or friends had expressed concern for her safety. That must explain the strange melting sensation in her chest as she met his stare. She’d never had a protector. There’d been no one since her mother or Aunt Bea who worried about her. Fuzz and Rob saw her as capable and efficient, able to look after herself. And their father…he’d never cared enough to worry.

Crazy that the man logic told her not to trust was the one man who worried about her.

Crazier still that she liked it.

‘WELL, YOU COULD have knocked me down with a feather. Really!’ Samantha Raybourne’s laugh tinkled melodiously, turning heads in the packed theatre lounge. ‘I’d never thought of you marrying, Elena. Much less snaffling the most eligible man in the country.’

Elena’s smile froze. Why had she told Christian she wanted to see this play? She should have known opening night would attract people like the dreadful Samantha, who’d once made her life hell. She hated that she’d put herself in this position, an unwilling partner in a public charade. But the constraints had been too great, despite her misgivings.

‘What Sam means is congratulations.’ Samantha’s partner spoke. As compère of a reality television show he was adept at reading tension and knew when to intervene. ‘We hope you’ll both be very happy.’

Before Elena could respond Christian slipped his arm around her waist. His grip reminded her, as if she could forget, of the promise he’d extracted. He’d keep her father from badgering her daily about arrangements for the society wedding he planned and in return Elena would play along in public. Even though it meant maintaining the fiction that their relationship was permanent.