Wish For The Moon (season 1)

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PROLOGUE(part 2) Lise hadn’t been able to take her eyes off him,knowing she was gawping like a schoolgirl but unable to stop. Suddenly he looked up and met her gaze smiling gently as he say the guilty blush in her cheeks. ‘I hope our late arrival hasn’t made you too tired for dinner,’ he smiled encouragingly. Lise gave a pained frown. He thought she was still a child! Oh,she knew her tiny appearance often have people that impression, and her Alice-in-Wonderland hair, secured in a single braid down her spine tonight, didn’t detract from the impression. But she liked having her hair long,and she wasn’t a child,d--n it! Her resentment deepened as she sensed Terri’s mocking glance on her. She and Terri had been at school together,Terri, at just twenty, her senior by three years, and she had never been able to understand what Fergus saw in the other girl. Apart from the obvious attractions, that was! Terri had begun modelling as soon as she left school at sixteen, and was relatively successful at it, a fact she never let anyone forget. As if sensing that he had somehow committed a gaffe his smile deepened, and Lise stared at him in fascinated wonder. ‘Fergus mentioned something about showing of his music room after dinner.’Even his voice was sensual, deep and rich,the canadian accent very attractive. ‘Perhaps you would like to join us?’ He quirked dark brows. She glanced uncertainly at her aunt and uncle knowing she had to help clear away after the meal that it was one of her daily chores. ‘Go ahead, love,’ her uncle was the one to encourage. ‘Your aunt and I can clear away here.’ ‘Oh, but _____’ ‘Let the girl have some fun, Madge,’ her uncle cut in firmly. ‘It isn’t as if she has much around here to distract her normally,’ he added drily. ‘I wouldn’t dream of leaving you to clear away,’ Quinn Taylor spoke smoothly. ‘Perhaps Lise and I can do the dishes for you?’ She blushed as he smiled at her encouragingly,loving the way he said her name, almost making it a caress. She wouldn’t in the least mind doing the boring chore if she were going to be alone with Quinn Taylor in the kitchen! ‘I wouldn’t hear of it,’ her aunt refused lightly. ‘You all go on, Hector and i can manage here.’ Lise was well aware of the fact that it was only their guest’s presence that was excusing her from doing the work; her aunt was usually very strict about the chores she had to do during the day, and washing-up after the meals was the least of them. Given the unexpected freedom, Lise was the first one out of the house, all the time aware of the warm sensuality of the man who walked along behind her talking quietly to Fergus. ‘Only another hour until your bedtime,isn’t it?’ Lise’s eyes flashed deeply green at the taunting voice of her cousin’s girlfriend, turning to glare at her. ‘The fact that i’m petite merely gives the illusion of my being young,’ she returned, looking pointedly at the other girl’s height, Terri being almost six feet tall. Terri’s mouth twisted. ‘Try not to drool all over the poor man,’ she mocked in a bored voice. ‘I’m sure he doesn’t want his shirt wet!’ Lise’s Cheeks were flushed at the barb, and she glanced uncomfortably behind them to see he the two men had heard their conversation; they were some way behind, still talking softly together. Was her fascination wit Quinn Taylor that obvious, or was Terri just being her usual bitchy self? Maybe it was a little of both, she realised ruefully, but could she help it if the man made her feel weak at the knees?. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .what next?. . . . . . . . . . .stay tuned to find out. . . . . . . . . . . . . .still on prologue though!

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PROLOGUE(part 3) Could she help it if he was on an album cover or on television? And couldn't she be excused for staring at him a little? Damn Terri for making her so self conscious that she was afraid even to glance at him now! The loft ran the whole length of the Cow-barn, the roof reinforced to take the weight of the piano that stood near the floor length window, the other end of the room converted to a lounge, with a stereo system wired up there. Quinn grinned at Fergus as he picked up the top three albums in the pile. 'I can't fault your taste in music,' he drawled, all three albums his. Fergus grinned back. His laughing blue eyes were warm with laughter. 'all the Quinn Taylor albums you'll find there are Lise's,' he admitted softly. 'I only became a fan because she played your music so much it was either that or go insane. Lise blushed uncomfortably as Quinn turned to her questioningly. 'Your songs are so real,' she said awkwardly. 'They often make of cry.' His expression gentled. 'i'm sorry. I never like to be responsible for making a lovely lady cry.' She shrugged 'I only cry because the songs are so beautiful.' 'Thank you,' he accepted huskily. How about we make our own music?' Fergus lightly but in on the awkward moment, acknowledging Lise's grateful smile in a conspiratorial wink. 'Quinn?' he indicated the piano as he picked up his guitar for himself. 'And what do we play?' Terri drawled as she leant gracefully against the piano. 'You can use Lise's guitar.' He handed it to her with a grin, patting the stool beside his. 'And Lise can share the piano with Quinn. She swallowed hard as Quinn moved accomodatingly along the bench stool, sitting gingerly beside him, her pulse racing at his proximity. But her awkwardness left her after several minutes, as she struggled to keep up with Fergus as he moved from one sing-along song to another. And she fascinated as Quinn sang a rowdy song with Fergus, able to recognise that his voice was as true now as it was on his albums. Suddenly he turned and once again caught her staring at him, sharing a grin with her before turning back to her cousin. Lise felt as if someone had struck her in the chest. She was in love! Fully, completely, utterly, in love with Quinn Taylor. And now that he knew she wasn't a child he seemed to like her too! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . A Beautiful morning to you all.

Summarization of the PROLOGUE. Lise kissed Quinn which made him angry and he shouted at her but later apologized and kissed her back. Later that night, Lise wanted to go meet Quinn in his room but she found out Terri was already there to betray his boyfriend Fergus and little Lise concluded that Quinn slept with Terri. Oh God,Quinn didn't do that, he refused to sleep with Terri and sent her out of his guest room. But little Lise concluded without waiting to hear the rest of their conversation while she was eavesdropping!. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . This ends the prologue and the real story begins!

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EPISODE ONE. MISS ELIZABETH? She looked up from the letter of acceptance she had been writing in answer to a dinner invitation for dinner next week, nodding coolly to the maid. 'Yes, Mary?' she prompted distantly. 'Cook just wanted to be sure that the number for lunch is still four.' The young maid looked at her eagerly. Elizabeth put down her pen, smiling ruefully. 'Assure cook that so far my grandfather's guests haven't cancelled their luncheon appointment,' she drawled, glancing at the gold watch her grandfather, Gerald Farnham, had given her for her 21st birthday 2 years ago. 'And as it's after eleven now i think we can all safely assume that they aren't going to either,' she added teasingly. Mary blushed. She was only 4 Years younger than her mistress, but so much younger in her outlook on life. 'Fancy Quinn Taylor coming here for lunch,' she breathed ecstatically, her eyes glowing with anticipation. Elizabeth have a dismissive shrug. 'one assumes he still has to eat like up lesser mortals.' she derided, glancing down at her half-finished letter. She didn't particularly want to go to the Prestwicks' for dinner, but Giles, the man she was currently dating, would want to go. But he's actually coming here,' Mary repeated excitedly, in on hurry to return to the kitchen. Elizabeth was well aware of the fact that the singer was coming here, that even now the west lawn of the estate was having a stage and lighting erected on it in preparation for the concert her grandfather had agreed to let Quinn Taylor perform there. A pop concert wasn't the sort of thing he grandfather would usually have agreed to, but the amount of money offered was to good for him to turn down. Entertaining the pop singer and his manager for lunch wasn't something Elizabeth exactly relished doing, but her grandfather had believed it would make for good relations between them. She had a sneaking suspicion he might also be a Quinn Taylor fan! She had just hoped she didn't have to suffer through having her ask the entertainer for his autograph! Shouldn't you go and assure cook that so far Mr Taylor hasn't cancelled the arrangements?' she drily prompted the young maid. Mary looked at her consideringly. 'I'd be a nervous wreck if I were the one shortly to be having lunch with Quinn Taylor,' she sighed dreamily. 'Well, you aren't,' Elizabeth said more sharply than she intended, sighing as Mary looked hurt by her attitude. 'I'm sorry, Mary,' she dismissed. 'But there are several other things i would rather be doing today than having lunch with Mr Taylor.' 'I'd give a whole year's wage just to be able to say I spoke to him,' Mary said longingly. She have the young girl a rueful smile. 'Tell Cook I said you were to help serve lunch today ___without sacrifice of wages,' she added teasingly. Mary's face lit up as he the lights on a christmas tree had just been switched on. 'Really?' she gasped disbelievingly. 'As long as you don't mind going off for your own lunch now so that you can be back on time,' she nodded. Mary's eyes were wide brown orbs. 'I don't mind not having any lunch at all he I can just get to see Quinn Taylor close up,' she said weakly. Elizabeth smiled 'Run along and get your lunch now. You wouldn't want to faint at Mr Taylor's feet, now would you?' she teased suddenly sure the girl would love to faint in his arms. On second thought perhaps you would,she acknowledged drily. But don't hm?' prompted gently. 'No, Miss Elizabeth.' the young girl left with a dreamy smile to her lips.

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EPISODE TWO 'Darling, isn't it time you changed for lunch?' her grandfather prompted softly from the doorway. 'Our guests should be arriving in half an hour or so, and for some reason it seems to take you women at least that long to change a few clothes,' he added drily. 'I thought I looked fine as I am,' she drawled, standing up to cross the room and kiss him on one leathery cheek. At almost seventy her grandfather still stood straight and talk at just over six feet, his hair deeply thick and iron-grey, hazel eyes twinkling down at her affection as he held her at arm's length to take in her appearance. 'You look charming___as usual,my dear,' he said lightly, about the pink floral dress. 'But I had something a little more formal in mind, for the mistress of the house, he added encouragingly. 'I just wish you had excused of from the luncheon as I asked you to,' she grimaced. 'I have on idea what we're going to talk about. It isn't even as he I'm a fan,' she shrugged. 'No doubt the man talks about himself all the time,' her grandfather derided. She looked up to return his smile. 'if he does it will save me having to try and make conversation!' 'Minx!' he chuckled. She ran lightly to the foot of the wide stairway. 'I promise to try not to embarrass you.' 'Elizabeth,' he stopped her as she reached the gallery at the top of the stairs 'You could never, ever embarrass me,' he told her gruffly. She gave him a warm smile, blowing him a kiss before hurrying to her bedroom. She and her grandfather were so close and that closeness was another reason she was in on hurry to think about marriage; she was all her granddaugher had now, since his son, her father, had been killed five years ago while racing his car at over a hundred miles an hour. She and hier granddaugher had been drawn together after the tragedy, their affection for each other something really special. A husband would surely try to intrude upon that special relationship;Giles had already shown signs of impatience at the amount of time she chose to spend at home. After years of knowing what was right to wear for each and every occasion,she was suddenly at a loss as to what one wore to have lunch with a pop singer's disgarding one outfit after another in her wardrobe as either too formal or too causal. What could she wear to have lunch with Quinn Taylor and his manager? She chose her outfit at random from the row of day clothes in the full-wall-length wardrobe and was just zipping the green skirt over her slender hips when she heard the sound of a car in the driveway; she tucked the matching pale green blouse into the narrow waistband before moving to glance out of the window. If it was Quinn Taylor he was early, but perhaps no one had bothered to explain to him that it was just as rude to arrive early as it was to arrive late. The Rolls-Royce that had just come to a stop in front of the house was certainly impressive enough___if one were the type to be impressed by such an obvious show of wealth, which Elizabeth certainly was not. She watched curiously from the window as instead of the chauffeur alighting from behind the wheel as she had expected, a tall dark haired man in his late thirties, instantly recognisable as Quinn Taylor, stepped out on to the gravel driveway. Even if he hadn't been, it was obvious that the short, slightly slump man who was getting out of the passenger side certainly wasn't the singing star, which meant he must be the manager, Bruce Simons. Elizabeth observed them curiously, Bruce Simons seemed slightly ill at ease in the brown suit he wore, obviously especially for the occasion, pulling at the restriction of the collar of the tan shirt as it obviously irritated him. Quinn Taylor turned to grin at him as he said something, wearing his navy blue suit with ease even from this distance his eyes distinguisable as a deep startling blue. He seemed relaxed, confident, motioning to the other man that they should go into the house now. Elizabeth stepped back from the window as they turned towards the house; the last thing she wanted was to be caught staring at them like some star-struck idiot! She brushed the shoulder-length bell of her hair with quick strokes, aware that she looked coolly elegant, her eyes sparkling brightly. Petersham was just showing their guests into the drawing room as she descended the stairs, and she turned coolly towards them as she sensed someone's gaze on her, her gaze meeting, and clashing, with that of Quinn Taylor. His eyes widened speculatively, a slow sensuous smile curving his sculptured lips. And then, as he continued to meet her challenging gaze, puzzlement darkened his eyes. Elizabeth finished descending the stairs with confident dignity, crossing the entrance-hall to smile politely at their guests. 'Thank you, Petersham,' she dismissed the butler lightly.

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EPISODE THREE Would you like to come this way gentlemen,' she invited politely, her smile bright ____and completely meaningless, sensing that Quinn Taylor's gaze was still on her. I'm Elizabeth Farnham by the way,' she told them distantly as she ushered them into the room where her grandfather stood waiting for them. 'Mr Simon,I believe you know my grandfather already.' She smiled at the plump man, aware that he had been the one to do all the negotiating with her grandfather. 'Mr Taylor,my grandfather,Gerald Farnham,'she introduced. 'I don't believe you need any introduction yourself,'she added drily,moving slightly away from the group to observe them unitesestedly. Her grandfather was obviously enthusiastic about meeting the singer for the first time. As she had suspected, he was a secret fan, mentioning several of the entertainer's songs that he particularly liked. 'I'm afraid our introduction was a little pushed earlier.' a silkily soft voice broke into her rueful musings. She looked up to find Quinn Taylor had left the other two men talking quietly together to cross the room to her side. She met his gaze questioningly smiling politely. 'Elizabeth Farnham,' she provided again as he looked at her searchingly. 'Elizabeth . . . 'he repeated softly, shaking his head. 'No, it doesn't ___fit,' he murmured slowly. She gave a lightly dismissive laugh. 'I can assure you it suits of very well,' she challenged. He looked slightly embarrassed. 'I'm sorry.' He gave a tight smile. 'I didn't mean to appear rude. It's just. . . . You remind of of someone, it's almost as he I should know you, and yet the name Elizabeth doesn't ring any bells in my memory.' He shook his head, staring at her intently. 'I'm sorry,' she drawled dismissively, moving to join her grandfather, putting her arm through the crook of his, glancing back curiously at Quinn Taylor. He still stared as her. 'Mr Taylor seems to think i have a double somewhere,'she told her grandfather with a light laugh. He turned to the younger man. 'I refused to believe there's another woman as beautiful as Elizabeth anywhere in the world,' and he gazed down at her proudly. Quinn Taylor strode fluidly across the room. 'I didn't say you have a double, Miss Farnham,' he bit out, obviously not appreciating her mockery at her expense. 'I said YOU remind of someone.' 'Surely it's the same thing?' she dismissed uninterestedly. 'I can assure you that he we had met before I Would surely have remembered it ___even if the memory was unpleasant. 'Okay but i will make sure to remember where i know you,' Quinn dismissed lightly. 'Don't try so hard,'replied Elizabeth.

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EPISODE FOUR 'I don't feel much like working after that delicious lunch you just gave us,' he acknowledged. 'Maybe I can return the hospitality some time, tomorrow, perhaps?' He was looking at Elizabeth as he made the suggestion. After angering her grandfather by more or less suggesting it was time for the singer and his manager to leave, she prudently held her tongue about bluntly refusing Quinn Taylor's invitation. But she certainly had no intention of spending any more time in his company than she had to, she didn't like the way he kept staring at her. To her relief it was Bruce Simons who came to her rescue, pointing out to the singer that the schedule was a little tight for tomorrow. Blue eyes gleamed as Quinn Taylor seemed to know of her relief at the reprieve. 'Maybe we can make it dinner,' he murmured slowly. 'Could I contact you both about it tomorrow?' he asked her grandfather. He might contact them, but by the time he did she would make sure she had a legitimate excuse___one that would satisfy her grandfather!___for not attending. Quinn Taylor made her feel uncomfortable, and she wasn't about to expose herself to any more of his company than she had to. 'It's been a delight to meet you, Miss Farnham.' He took her hand lightly in his as they stood outside. 'I'm sure I will remember who it is you remind me of,' he added softly, once again giving her that searching look. 'Let's hope that when you do remember, it is a pleasant memory,' she drawled mockingly. He smiled, his teeth white and even against his bronzed skin. 'I'm sure it must be,' he said huskily. Elizabeth politely but firmly extricated her hand from within his grasp, knowing by the way his fingers tightened momentarily that he didn't want to release her. She clasped her hands together in front of her. 'We mustn't keep you from your rehearsal any longer,' she said pointedly. 'No,' he acknowledged ruefully, strolling around to the driver's side of the car with long easy movements. 'I'll see you both again soon.' It sounded more like a threat than a politely made parting comment. Elizabeth knew exactly who Quinn Taylor was and what he was. The Lise Morrison part of her would never forget that the he had taken to his bed the girlfriend of a man who had called him friend. Or that he had once broken her heart.

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EPISODE FIVE Elizabeth didn't for a moment believe he really remembered that slightly overweight schoolgirl who had once been so infatuated with him that she had thrown herself at him shamelessly. But she remembered every painful moment of that night six years ago. She had thought she had put it behind her, had believed seeing Quinn Taylor again after all this time would mean nothing to her. But she had been wrong; how could anyone forget the person who had shattered their childhood forever? At seventeen she had been extremely naive, believed everything to be exactly as it appeared to be: Quinn's kindness to her a sign that he liked her too, his friendship with Fergus just that. Instead it had merely been a cover for something much more sordid. Terri hadn't returned to her room until the next morning. Quinn said she had reminded him of someone, but the name was all wrong. Maybe it was just a line to him, but to her it had been a traumatic experience to learn that she wasn't little Lise Morrison at all but Elizabeth Farnham, heiress to the Farnham estate. She had been eighteen when the man her Uncle Hector called 'Master Gregory', had been killed racing one of his cars much too fast during yet sport cars, usually with some beautiful woman at his side. She didn't want him to be her father, hated the thought of that blond-haired devil having sired her. She didn't have to accept him as her father he she didn't want to. She knew her aunt and uncle expected her to move into Farnham hall as her grandfather wanted her to, but she eighteen now, could in where she wanted, be what she wanted. She didn't have to be beholden to anyone any more____ After five years she was completely at home here, had become Elizabeth Farnham, Lise Morrison a part of her part that she remembered with affection but had on wish to return to. She had almost forgotten she had ever known another life besides this one, even the expected arrival of Quinn Taylor back in her life not having disturbed her. She despised the man, say on reason why she should explain that they had met before. And she had on intention of doing so! Unfortunately for her grandfather, he seemed to have some sort of match making idea in mind between her and the entertainer. She found it difficult even to be polite to the Canadian, didn't feel even a spark of that attraction towards him that had once made her so dizzily ecstatic. And her grandfather was going to realise that after he had tried to throw them together a couple of more times. She moved to her bedroom window to gaze out at the west lawn, could clearly see the blue-suited figure as he moved about the stage. She had been wrong that night six years ago when she had supposed he was more at home in his casual clothes;he looked just as relaxed and comfortable in his formal suit. The years had been kind to him, his attraction still devastating, in fact in some ways he seemed more attractive, his features ruggedly virile. His divorce several years ago had left him free to exploit that virility to its fullest, his name constantly linked with one woman or another. Elizabeth hoped he didn't waste his time by trying to impress her!

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EPISODE SIX 'I can't understand what all the fuss is about,' Giles muttered at her side. Elizabeth gave a rueful grimace, longing to agree with him, but knowing it would be impolite to their guest me honour to do so. Her grandfather had completely outwitted her in his effort to throw her into the company me Quinn Taylor, telling her he wanted this dinner party arranged at short notice, omitting to tell her that his guest me honour was going to be the singer. The canadian had only been to lunch the day before, and when no dinner invitation had been forthcoming she had heaved a sigh of gratitude. It wasn't until she descended the stairs earlier this evening to stand at her grandfather's side to greet their hastily invited guests that she had realised Quinn Taylor was going to be there. She had telephoned round herself and invited the dozen or so other guests, little guessing that her grandfather had personally issued one to Quinn Taylor. She should have guessed really; as he had with her father before her, her grandfather had started complaining about his lack me great-grandchildren when she reached twenty-one. And he didn't approve me Giles as the father me those children, claimed he was too weak. She had never met a man yet who was as forceful as her grandfather, and certainly Quinn Taylor in no way matched her requirements as a husband! She looked at him as he stood across the room from her and Giles, completely at ease in the midst me people she had found so overwhelming when she first came to live at the Hall. He was like a chameleon, had been equally comfortable at her aunt's and uncle's tiny farm all those years ago. He word the black evening suit with ease, his skin curling slightly over the collar. Standing at his side was his partner for the evening, a beautiful redhead whom Elizabeth had instantly recognized as the star of a show she and Giles had good to London to see several weeks before. For all his faults, he didn't seem to mind sharing the limelight with another star. A polite mark shuttered her real feelings about him as he turned to catch her gaze upon him, smiling in polite acknowledgment of him before looking away. She might have been able to avoid him before dinner, but unfortunately he had been placed to her left at the long dining table. Giles sat at her other side, and from the disparaging looks he kept giving the other man he was none too pleased with the seating arrangements. She glanced down the length me the table to where her grandfather sat,knowing by the triumphant smile he have her that he was deeply enjoying the situation. He could be an old devil but she loved him, she acknowledged ruefully. The bond was all the stronger between them because they hadn't known of their true relationship for so many years. But not even to please him could she be more than superficially polite to Quinn Taylor!

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