Free Dragon's Lair by Sara Craven

added with brotherly candour,
    throwing a six.
    Davina gave Jenny a sympathetic grin. 'Is there supposed to be a
    dragon behind the waterfall?' she enquired.
    Tim nodded vigorously. 'When it's stormy, you can hear him
    roaring. Mr Lloyd said so, but Huw Morgan said it was just the
    wind blowing through a hole in the rock.' He groaned and rolled
    over on his stomach. 'Isn't it ever going to be dinner time? I'm
    starving!'
    'Then starve quietly,' his mother put in sternly from her chair by the
    window. 'And you can't be that hungry. You ate twice as many
    sandwiches at lunch as anyone else.' She smiled at Davina. 'Don't
    let all this talk of snakes and dragons put you off walking up to the
    waterfall. It really is very lovely, and the pool below is marvellous
    for swimming.' She grimaced. 'I hope the cold water has done my
    bruises some good before we start trekking again tomorrow.'
    The sitting room door opened and Rhiannon appeared. She had
    changed into a dress with a vivid print pattern and the dark unruly
    hair was tied back by a ribbon. She smiled round, managing at the
    same to ignore Davina.
    'The meal's ready, if you'd like to go in.' She stood back, allowing
    the guests to precede her out of the room. Davina hung back too,
    wondering if she should follow. At last, Rhiannon looked at her.
    'There's not a lot of room in the dining room, so Mam wants to
    know if you'd mind eating with us in the kitchen,' she said as if
    repeating lines she had unwillingly learned.
    Davina smiled politely. 'Whatever's most convenient for your
    mother,' she replied quietly. She followed Rhiannon down the
    passage, and stood waiting while Mrs Parry bustled about with
    brimming soup bowls, looking hot and flushed from her exertions.
    'Can't I help carry some of the things to the dining room?' she asked
    at last.
    'No, thanks,' said Rhiannon, picking up a loaded tray and starting
    off with it. 'We can manage. We always have.'
    Davina bit her lip at the snub which she supposed she had invited
    and kept out of the way until the main course had been served.-The
    flans had been cut into generous wedges and pushed into the dining
    room on a trolley so that the guests could serve themselves when
    they were ready.
    The food was as delicious as the smell had promised it would be,
    but Davina had little appetite for it. She was conscious all the time
    too of Rhiannon's resentful face just across the table, and that was
    not exactly conducive to the relaxed enjoyment of her meal.
    The coffee stage had been reached, and the trays of cups and pots
    carried through to the dining room by Rhiannon, when the yard
    door opened and a young man walked in with a casualness which
    suggested he was sure of his welcome. He was tall with dark brown
    hair and laughing brown eyes. His skin was deeply tanned, and his
    teeth when he smiled were even and very white. He was smiling
    now as he looked at Davina.
    'Hello.' His eyes assessed her quite frankly. 'Another visitor? When
    did you arrive?'
    'Today, and she's not a visitor. She's Gethyn's wife from England.'
    Rhiannon had returned and slammed her empty tray down on the
    kitchen table with more force than necessary.
    'Then hello again, Gethyn's wife from England.' His grin widened.
    'No use waiting round for introductions, I see. I'm Huw Morgan.'
    He held out his hand.
    Davina put hers into it. 'And I'm Davina Greer,' she said after the
    briefest hesitation.
    'Professional name?' His eyebrows rose interrogatively. 'What are
    you-—an actress? A model?'
    She had to laugh, and shook her head. 'How flattering! But nothing
    so glamorous, I'm afraid. I'm in publishing. I work for my uncle.'
    'Brains as well as beauty.' He sent a mocking glance towards
    Rhiannon. 'Gethyn seems to have all the luck.'
    'Stop talking nonsense,' Rhiannon said shortly. 'Do you want a cup
    of coffee?'
    'Of course I want some coffee, bach. You don't think I came here
    just to see you, do you?' His tone was openly teasing, but the black
    look did