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Instead, it stopped crying at the sound of Lineesa\u2019s voice and the feel of her arms and turned its downy little head to her breasts with urgent sucking movements of its rosebud mouth. \u2018Oh dear,\u2019 Lineesa whispered. \u2018No, sweetheart, I\u2019m afraid I can\u2019t help you \u2026\u2019 She broke off at a sound and looked up to see David standing in the doorway with an arrested look on his face.<\/p>\n

\u2018Christ,\u2019 he said at last. \u2018I didn\u2019t know they had any kids!\u2019 \u2018I don\u2019t think they\u2019ve had this one for long,\u2019 she said. \u2018It\u2019s very little.\u2019 She held the baby out for his inspection. He eyed it. \u2018It is that. How old do you think it is? I haven\u2019t had much experience of babies\u2014other than Bronwen\u2019s and I don\u2019t have much to do with them until they start to walk and talk.\u2019 He grimaced faintly. She hesitated. \u2018I haven\u2019t had much experience either except by \u2026<\/p>\n

correspondence course you could say.\u2019 He raised his eyebrows. \u2018What do you mean?\u2019 \u2018Well, I did a mothercraft course at school. It was compulsory but we didn\u2019t ever have the real thing to work on \u2026 I\u2019d say not more than two months probably. And very hungry,\u2019 she added as the baby began to cry again. \u2018Which could be a bit of a problem! There, there, honey,\u2019 she crooned and cuddled the baby again, only to have it do exactly as it had done before with a heart-breaking eagerness.<\/p>\n

She lifted her eyes to David\u2019s and felt a faint heat come to her cheeks at the wryly amused look she saw in them. \u2018See what I mean?\u2019 she said a little defiantly. \u2018Yes, I do,\u2019 he murmured. \u2018A problem indeed. But there could be .. .\u2019 \u2018A bottle!\u2019 She said the word at the same time he did.<\/p>\n

\u2018Of course \u2026 at least I hope so. And something to put in it.\u2019 \u2018Right. Let\u2019s look. Is there nothing you can do to stop it crying in the meantime?\u2019 he queried with a faint smile. \u2018I\u2019ll change it. It\u2019s also very wet. That might help. If you\u2019d like to start looking \u2026\u2019 \u2018Yes, ma\u2019am,\u2019 he said, and left her. But a dry nappy did not appease the baby for very long, nor did there appear to be anything resembling an infant\u2019s feeding bottle on the premises.<\/p>\n

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Would they ever have a happy anniversary? David Marchmont had forced the beautiful Lineesa Creighton, Australia\u2019s top model, to marry him a year ago\u2014as restitution for the death of his younger brother. Lineesa had suffered her own guilt over that tragedy. The added punishment of being caught in a loveless marriage was almost too much to bear. Although Lineesa should have hated David, she found she couldn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

But with so much guilt and misunderstanding between them there seemed scant hope for a happy marriage. And yet, deep down, Lineesa was sure David wanted one. OceanofPDF.com CHAPTER ONE LINEESA Marchmont stretched and yawned and viewed the sunlight pouring through her bedroom window with narrowed eyes. There was something about this bright new shining day that was faintly menacing. But she couldn\u2019t immediately recall what lay on her soul like a dark cloud that was quite contrary in spirit to the sunlight that lay in a bar across the end of her bed.<\/p>\n

Then it hit her like the kick of a rifle. It was her wedding anniversary, her first wedding anniversary. \u2018Oh hell,\u201d she muttered and twisted restlessly in the wide bed. The bedroom was large and beautifully decorated with apricot wallpaper, voluminous ivory Thai-silk drapes, a close-pile apricot carpet that felt like velvet, some magnificent pieces of very old cedar furniture with brass fittings and.<\/p>\n

two pale, sherbet-green upholstered arm-chairs set in front of a fireplace. It was in fact the master bedroom at Marchmont where apricot had been someone\u2019s favourite colour for the outside walls of the two-storied house were a soft, mellow, apricot stucco, the colour you find on gum trees when they\u2019ve shed their bark; and all the windows were framed by green, louvered shutters, the colour of gum leaves.<\/p>\n

But it was an effective colour scheme for a house set largely in a bush setting\u2014it blended well, Lineesa often thought. She pushed aside the bedclothes reluctantly but didn\u2019t get up straight away. It was as if the act of getting up would set the seal of inevitability on this day. Then she chided herself for being fanciful and slid off the bed.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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