prepared to take the credit for this idea. In reality the idea of emotionless sex was not something she warmed to, but he didnât need to know that.
âYou have a problem with that?â she gritted belligerently.
âMen and women are driven by very different biological needs. A man has the basic urge to impregnate a woman, to nurture.â
âThatâs remarkably sexistâ¦â But sadly probably essentially trueâ¦is that me talking or my conditioning? In the end does it really matter? I am, and I donât do casual sex.
âNo, thatâs a biological fact,â he stated bluntly. âIâd say if you try to act like a man you stand every chance of being badly hurt.â
âOn the contrary itâs women who fall in love with men and idolise them who get hurt when theyâ¦â Aware that her comment had awakened a speculative gleam in his eyes she checked her emotional flow abruptly and began to examine her linked fingers.
âWho did you idolise?â
âWe were all young and stupid once.â
The silence between them lengthened.
âWhatâs through there?â
Relieved that he had dropped the subject, she turned and saw him lifting the latch on a tall wrought-iron gate half hidden in the ivy-covered wall.
âItâs an entrance to the workshops,â she replied absently, âbut this isnât the way back to the house. Where are you going now?â
âWhatâs the hurry?â he asked, skimming her a questioning look before pushing the gate open to reveal a courtyard.
CHAPTER SIX
M EGAN followed Luc into the attractive flower-bedecked courtyard, her heels clicking loudly on the wet cobbled surface. âIt used to be the old stables.â
âAnd now itâsâ¦?â
âA bit of a tourist attraction.â She saw him lift his hand to his eyes to peer into the darkened window of the forge. âThatâs Samâs studio.â
âSamâ¦?â
âHe was a bus driver, now he makes terrific wrought-iron stuff to order.â
A local potter had approached her father ten years earlier with a view to him renting her workspace. The idea had snowballedâ¦
âAnd the othersâ¦?â Lucâs expansive gesture took in the rest of the quadrangle.
âThere are about ten workshops here now all used by local artists and craftsmen,â she told him proudly. âThey double as workspace and a shop front. Thereâs a really marvellous community feel about the place. People can come and watch them work and, if they like it, buy what they see. There are also occasional workshops where you can learn to throw a pot, that sort of thing. Local schools frequently come. Itâs proved rather successful.â
So much so that the planning authorities were considering an application to extend the operation into the adjoining granary providing tearooms and an art gallery.
âVery enterprising.â
âItâs a non-profit-making operation,â she added defensively. Wanting to gain his approval just a little too much. âWe charge a nominal rent andââ
âHold up,â he interrupted. âI may think the aristocracy is an anachronism in this day and age, but that doesnât mean I assume that they are all out to subjugate the masses.
âThatâs remarkably open-minded of you, Lâ¦â
âLuc,â he prompted, watching with a glimmer of a smile in his deep-set eyes as she bit her lip. âIt is my name.â
âYou donât have to live the role youââ She broke off and gave a grimace as a stab of pain shot through her right ankle.
âAre you all right?â
Megan waved aside his concern and flexed her right foot. âFine, just turned my ankle, thatâs all.â She frowned at the heel that had got jammed in a crevice in the uneven cobbled surface. She pulled but it didnât budge. She swore softly under her breath.
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