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Born Out of Love

Born Out of Love

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BORN OUT OF LOVECharlotte had married Matthew Derby eleven years ago, to give her baby a father —after Logan Kennedyhad deserted her. Now Matthew was dead, and Charlotte had met Logan again and realised that the pastwas by no means dead. And that Logan attracted her as much as ever...
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BORN OUT OF LOVE
BY
ANNE MATHER MILLS & BOON LIMITED
17-19 FOLEY STREETLONDON W1A 1DR 
 All the characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the Author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyonebearing the same name or names. They are not gven distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the Author, and all theincidents are pure invention. First published 1977 This edition 1977 
© Anne Mather 1977
 For copyright reasons, this book may not be issued on loan or otherwise except in its original soft cover.
ISBN 0263 72409 3
 Made and Printed in Great Britain by Richard Clay {The Chaucer Press), Ltd., Bungay, Suffolk 
 
CHAPTER ONEC
HARLOTTE
regarded the bus which was to convey them from the littletownship of San Cristobal to Avocado Cay with dismay. She had notknown such buses existed outside of museums. Jutting bonnet, thick-spoked wheels, wood-framed seats; was the fact that it was painted ina kaleidoscope of colours intended to distract attention from its lessfavourable attributes?'Hey, Mum, what a fantastic machine!'Robert evidently had no such misgivings, and Charlotte turned to hereleven-year-old son with faint resignation. 'Fantastic is right,' sheagreed dryly. 'I wonder if the brakes work.''Come on, Mum, of course they will.' Robert was optimistic. 'These oldbangers were built to last.''And last and last...' declared his mother, smiling her thanks to thedark-skinned West Indian who had hefted their cases out of the launchand into the luggage compartment of the vehicle which was totransport them the last few miles to their destination, before followingRobert's lanky figure up the steps. Tall for his age, and with anappetite which would not have disgraced a weight-lifter, Robert stillremained as thin as a lath, she reflected ruefully. There were few other passengers, fortunately, and at least they werenot to be crushed by the press of humanity, Charlotte approved withsome relief, subsiding into the seat beside her son. It was just as well. The contours of the bus did not allow for expansion, and although allthe windows were open, the air inside was still and humid. Through the windows, they could see the quay, and the launch whichhad brought them from Tortola rocking at its mooring. The stones of the quay were bleached white by the son, which was presentlybeginning its downward sweep towards the shadowy rise of thedensely wooded hinterland, and the water beyond was clear turquoiseshading to deepest blue. Whatever else San Cristobal lacked, therewas no shortage of colour, Charlotte had, reluctantly, to admit. White-painted buildings, overhung with flowering creepers were dazzlingwithout the protection of dark glasses, and she searched her bag forthe polaroid lenses she had bought in St Thomas. A station wagon wascoming fast down the narrow road towards the harbour, throwing up acloud of dust in its passing, drawing attention to the precipitous climbahead of them, and she hoped Robert was right in his casual assertionthat these vehicles were built to last. Then, realising how tense she was becoming, she forced herself torelax. There was no point in letting the situation play on her nerves. Itwas too late for that. She was here now; she was committed; andproviding Madame Faberge found her work acceptable, here theywould stay.All the same, it was impossible to rid herself of the bitterness she hadfelt these past few weeks since Matthew's death. Without it, she might

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