The Perfect Match?. PENNY JORDAN
way of looking at you that was completely irresistible, virtually resulting in a complete meltdown. Add to that highly sensual cocktail the intensely masculine genes he had inherited from his Gypsy forebears and the reputation that went with them and it was easy to understand why the word ‘sexy’ accompanied by a longing look was the way most of her sex would quite freely have described him.
Not that Jenny was totally immune to Guy’s looks or the unexpected and even more dangerous generosity and warmth of character that went with them, but she loved Jon and she thought it was very sad that with all he had to offer a woman, Guy had not yet found the right one for him.
‘At least they didn’t harm Ben,’ she added. ‘But it has shaken him. You know how stubborn he can be normally and how hard Jon and I have found it to try to persuade him to have someone to live in.’
‘Tell me about it,’ Guy invited. ‘When I went up there to do a valuation on the antiques for his insurance company, he practically hit the roof when I told him that he was going to need to have an alarm system installed. I take it he never did?’
‘Well, you know Ben,’ Jenny sighed. ‘Luckily they didn’t take very much and the police think they must have been disturbed either by the phone ringing or by someone arriving at the house.’
‘It’s so hard to contemplate that someone would actually break in in broad daylight and calmly proceed to remove not just small items but actual pieces of furniture, as well.’
‘The police did warn us that there’s very little chance of our getting anything back. Apparently there’s been a spate of these kinds of robberies recently and they think it’s gangs coming out from the city wanting to make money to buy drugs. The new motorways, of course, facilitate a quick getaway and make them and the stolen property so much harder to trace.’
‘But you’ve managed to persuade the old boy to have someone living in?’ Guy questioned her as he started to check through the contents of a large packing case that contained goods from a house clearance. Junk in the main, he suspected, but you never knew....
‘Well, unfortunately, no,’ Jenny replied. ‘But Maddy is due to arrive at the end of the week. You know she always comes up from London to spend a few weeks here in the summer.’
‘Will Max be coming with her?’ Guy asked, referring to Jon and Jenny’s elder son and Maddy’s husband.
Jenny bit her lip. ‘No...no, he won’t. It seems he’s heavily involved on a case at the moment and he’s going to have to fly out to Spain to see his client. She’s got a yacht that’s apparently in a marina out there.’
Max was a barrister working from a prestigious set of chambers in London. He specialised in divorce work and it hadn’t escaped Guy’s notice that most of his clients were women. Max liked women, or rather he liked the boost to his ego that deceiving them gave him.
Guy did not have a very high opinion of Max but he cared far too much for Jenny to let her know it.
Life hadn’t always been easy for Jenny and although she and her husband, Jon, were happy together now...
Unlike Max, Guy genuinely did like women, all women, but some women especially so. Women like Jenny—warm, gentle, womanly women with quiet, understated beauty. Their more flashy, visually eyecatching counterparts held very little allure for Guy. He was a physically good-looking man himself and well knew how worthless mere good looks could be. A warm, loving, caring nature, though, now that was something that time could never erode, something enduring and worthy of loving, cherishing...
But he had long ago come to accept that Jenny was not for him; that she loved her husband and would never see him as anything more than a friend. ‘A much younger friend’ as she had once stressed to him, reminding him of the age gap between them. At thirty-nine Guy no longer considered himself to be particularly ‘young’.
‘Apart from the shock of the burglary itself, the thing that’s upset Ben the most,’ Jenny was saying, ‘is losing the little yew desk. His father apparently had it copied from the French original that belonged to his grandmother. It was a very pretty little piece, but being a copy, not really of any great financial value.’
‘But a good deal of sentimental value,’ Guy suggested.
‘Very much so,’ Jenny concurred. ‘When I was talking to Luke about it the other day, he told me that the Chester side of the family owned a matching pair of the original from which Ben’s desk was copied and that they had been gifts brought back from France for the twin daughters of the Crighton who bought them. His father now has one of them and his uncle the other.’
‘Mmm...well, perhaps the thief or thieves didn’t realise Ben’s was a copy.’
‘Maybe not, although the police seem to think they probably took it because it was in the hallway and easy to move like the silver and jewellery they took.
‘Ruth and I had to spend virtually a whole day checking over the house and listing what was missing. Ben certainly wasn’t in any fit state to help and although, of course, I had some knowledge of what should have been there, Ruth, as Ben’s sister, was naturally much more accurate.’
‘She’s back from the States, then?’
‘Yes, she and Grant flew in on Saturday.’ Jenny laughed. ‘I think it’s wonderful how the two of them have stuck to their agreement to spend alternate three months in one another’s countries.’
‘It’s lovely to see them together. They’re so much in love, even now.’
‘Well, I imagine all that they’ve been through must make the time they’re having together now all the more precious.’
‘I agree. Real confirmation that fact can be stranger than fiction.’
‘And real love so strong that nothing can diminish or destroy it,’ Jenny added softly. ‘In all the years they were apart, neither of them was ever tempted to marry someone else.’
‘But at least they’re together now and so deeply in love that Bobbie complains that despite the fact that they were all married at the same time, Ruth and Grant are a far more romantic couple than her and Luke.’
‘Well, Bobbie and Luke do have a young child and two busy careers,’ Guy commented, ‘while her grandparents are both retired and free to concentrate exclusively on one another.’
“They may both be retired but Ruth is still on half a dozen local committees as well as running her single-parent units,’ Jenny reminded him. ‘And Grant has an extraordinary spread of business interests to keep him busy. I sometimes feel exhausted just listening to what they’ve been doing. I can’t help comparing their energy and the enjoyment they get out of life with Ben’s growing lack of interest in everything.’
Jenny’s forehead pleated in a worried frown as she reflected on her father-in-law.
‘Is he still going ahead with his hip-joint replacement operation?’ Guy asked her.
‘I hope so,’ Jenny told him feelingly. ‘It’s scheduled for the end of the summer and the plan was that Maddy would be there when he comes out of hospital to look after him. He responds far better to her than he does to any of us. partially because she’s Max’s wife, of course, and so far as Ben is concerned, Max can do no wrong.’
‘But not so far as you, Max’s mother, are concerned,’ Guy offered shrewdly.
Jenny shook her head. ‘Ben has always spoiled Max and Max has never needed any encouragement to believe he deserves to receive preferential treatment. I did hope that when he and Maddy married...’ She stopped and shook her head, changing the subject to ask, ‘Anything interesting in that lot?’
‘Not really,’ Guy replied, taking his cue from her and letting the subject drop, switching from discussing personal matters to their shared business interests. ‘I’ve had a call to do another house clearance this morning although I doubt that there’ll be anything there of any interest. Charlie