A Happy Meeting

A Happy Meeting

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by Betty Neels

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All alone in the world, Cressida had little choice but to accept Aldrik van der Linus's help. He certainly seemed happy to fix her up with a job, and even to assist with her other day-to-day predicaments. Yet she couldn't help but wonder what he would do if she presented him with the most serious problem of all: unrequited love!


All alone in the world, Cressida had little choice but to accept Aldrik van der Linus's help. He certainly seemed happy to fix her up with a job, and even to assist with her other day-to-day predicaments. Yet she couldn't help but wonder what he would do if she presented him with the most serious problem of all: unrequited love!

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Harlequin Romance Series, #3267

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A Happy Meeting

By Betty Neels

Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.

Copyright © 2003

Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.
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ISBN: 0-373-51254-6

Chapter One

The day had been warm for early October but now the sun was low on the horizon and there was a chilly breeze. The quiet
country road running between the trees was full of shadows; in an hour or so it would be dusk. The girl sitting on the
grass verge shivered a little and put her arm around the lean, unkempt animal beside her: a half-grown dog in a
deplorable condition, the rope which had held him fast to a tree still dangling from his scraggy neck. It was when she
had found him not an hour earlier and struggled to free him that he had knocked her down. She had fallen awkwardly and
twisted her ankle, and getting herself as far as the road had been a nightmare that she was relieved to have done with.
Now she sat, moore or less patiently, hoping for help. Two cars had gone past since she had dragged herself and the dog
to the road but although she had waved and shouted neither of them had stopped. She studied her ankle in the dimming
light; it had swollen alarmingly and she hadn't been able to get her shoe off; there was nothing to do but wait for
help, although, since the road was not much more than a country lane connecting two villages, there didn't seem much
chance of that before early morning when the farm tractors would begin their work.

"We may have to spend the night," she told the animal beside her, for the sound of her voice was a comfort of sorts,
"but I'll look after you, although I'm not sure how." The animal cowered closer; she could feel its ribs against her
side, and she gave it a soothing pat.

"It's nice to have company, anyway," she assured him.

Dusk had fallen when she heard a car coming and presently its headlights swept over them as it passed.

"That's that," said the girl. "You can't blame anyone for not stopping ..."

However, the car was coming back, reversing slowly until it was level with them and then stopping. The man who got out
appeared to her nervous eyes to be a giant and she felt a distinct desire to get up and run, only she couldn't. He came
towards her slowly and somehow when he spoke his voice was reassuringly quiet and calm.

"Can I help?" he asked, and his voice was kind too. "You're hurt?"

He stood for a moment looking down at her; a small girl with no looks, too thin, but even in the deepening dusk her
eyes were beautiful.

"Well, not really hurt, but I twisted my ankle and I can't walk." She studied him carefully and liked what she saw.
This was no young man out for an evening's ride but a soberly clad man past his first youth, his pale hair silvered at
the temples. He was good-looking too, though that did not matter. "I would be very grateful for a lift as far as Minton
Cracknell; it's only a couple of miles along the road. I live there."

"Of course, but may I look at your ankle first? I'm a doctor and it looks as though it needs attention."

He squatted down beside her, and, when the dog growled, put out a large hand for the beast to sniff. "We must have that
shoe off," he told her, and got out a pocket knife and cut the laces.

"I'm going to hurt you," he said, and did despite his gentleness. "Good girl. Catch your breath while I get some
bandage from the car."

He was gone and back again before she had had the time to wipe away the tears on her cheeks; she hadn't said a word
while the shoe was coming off but she hadn't been able to stop the tears. He handed her a handkerchief without a word
and said cheerfully, "It will feel much better once I've strapped it up. You will have to get it X-rayed tomorrow and
rest it for a day or two."

He got to his feet. "The dog is yours?" he asked.

"Well, no - I - I heard him barking as I came along the road and he'd been tied to a tree and left to starve; he
accidentally tripped me up as I was freeing him ..."

"Poor beast, but lucky for him that you heard him. Will you adopt him?"

He was talking idly, giving her time to pull herself together.

"Well, I don't think I can - my stepmother doesn't like dogs - but I can give him a bed and a meal and see if there's
anyone in the village ..."

"Well, let's get you home," he said kindly, and scooped her up with a word to the dog, who needed no encouragement but
climbed into the back of the car after the girl had been settled in the front seat.

"He'll make an awful mess," she said apologetically, "and it's a Bentley, isn't it?"

The man looked amused. "I don't suppose there will be any lasting damage," he observed. "Where do you live exactly?"

"If you go through the village it's the house on the right behind a high brick wall. It's called the Old Rectory. My
father inherited it from his father; it's been in the family for years ..."

She glanced at his profile. "You've been very kind."

"I'm glad that I happened to pass by, Miss ...?"

"Preece, Cressida Preece." She added shyly, "You're not English, are you?"

"Dutch. Van der Linus - Aldrik van der Linus."

She said politely, "Your English is quite perfect. Oh, here's the village."

The narrow main street of the little place was empty; it was the hour of high tea and lights shone from windows as they
passed the small houses lining it.

"It's just along here, past the church ..."

The houses had petered out and the car's lights touched on the brick wall and an open gate. The drive was short, ending
in a small sweep before a nice old house, not over large but solidly built. The man got out but before he reached the
door it was opened by a severe-looking woman with iron-grey hair drawn back into a bun. She had a long thin face and
sharp, very dark eyes, and she was dressed in a shabby dress under a white apron.

She looked at the man with a belligerence which he ignored.


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by Betty Neels
Copyright © 2003 by Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd..
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Meet the Author

Romance readers around the world were sad to note the passing of Betty Neels in June 2001.Her career spanned thirty years, and she continued to write into her ninetieth year.To her millions of fans, Betty epitomized the romance writer.Betty’s first book, Sister Peters in Amsterdam,was published in 1969, and she eventually completed 134 books.Her novels offer a reassuring warmth that was very much a part of her own personality.Her spirit and genuine talent live on in all her stories.

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A Happy Meeting 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
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All these books are only 136 or so pages, ugly girls with pretty eyes fall in love with a handsome professor. I loved them ...couldn't stop reading them.. Have more to go.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very nice! I love happy endings!