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Автор Jessica Steele
“I don’t remember having an appointment with you!”
He barked the words curtly, rapidly recovering from having appeared momentarily rocked.
Appointment! Yancie fumed; she was angry, not to mention a bundle of nerves into the bargain. Perhaps that was why, when she had half decided not to mention his proposal if he didn’t remember it, that she’d snapped back bluntly, “That’s no way to speak to your fiancée!”
Thomson stared back at her, his expression positively staggered.
Yancie didn’t know which of them was the more shocked. What she did know, though, was that this was the first he’d heard of it—or wanted to hear of it.
For three cousins it has to be marriage—pure and simple!
Yancie, Fennia and Astra are cousins—exceedingly close cousins, who’ve grown up together and shared the same experiences. For all of them, one thing is certain: they’ll never be like their mothers, having serial, meaningless affairs. They’ve pledged that, for them, it has to be marriage—or nothing!
Meet Yancie
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THE FEISTY FIANCÉE
The Feisty Fiancée
Jessica Steele
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
IT WAS the first job she’d ever had, and she loved it. Yancie steered the Mercedes onto the motorway and in next to no time was in the fast lane speeding to pick up her passenger.
Not that there should have been any need to pile on the speed. Had she in fact been where she was supposed to be she would not have needed to be driving anywhere at all.
That was the only snag with this job—there was a lot of waiting around.
She wasn’t used to waiting around; she was used to be being busy. Truth to tell though, the hanging around hadn’t proved any great problem. Not after the first week anyhow. She had only been in the job for three weeks, but after the first week of dropping off some high-up executive or other in the Addison Kirk Group and being told she would be required again in two hours, or three hours’ time, whenever, Yancie had come to the conclusion she had better things to do than hang around cooling her heels.Everything had worked out perfectly after that.
She visited museums, art galleries and cinemas, stopped by to call on friends if she happened to be anywhere within a twenty-mile radius. And even on one occasion she had been able to call in on her mother—taking care of course to first remove the identifying label complete with photograph—Yancie Dawkins—she was supposed to wear at all times on the jacket of her uniform. Bubbles to that!
Yancie was very much aware that her mother would not like it at all if she ever found out she had not only left her home, where she’d lived with her stepfather, but had actually found herself a job. She had once vaguely mooted that she wouldn’t mind a career in something; her mother had been scandalised.
