Promises in Paradise. Sandra Kitt

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СКАЧАТЬ turned to another voice and this time found a young man waiting to assist her. He held out his hand and she realized he wanted her table card. After briefly scanning it he pointed to a table across the room.

      Diane sighed. The table was, unfortunately, among those right in front of a raised dais. She gave the young man a charming smile.

      “You know, it’s not that important for me to sit there, is it? I’m sure I can find a seat somewhere else. Maybe near the back…”

      “I’ll escort the lady to her seat.”

      Diane whipped around to find a tall man calmly regarding her. In an instant three things became apparent to her. He was superbly outfitted in a tuxedo that did justice to his shoulders and to a certain haughtiness in his features. She knew who he was. And she wasn’t happy to see him.

      There was a fourth thing, but Diane purposefully ignored its manifestations. It caused a sudden flutter in her stomach and a dry mouth. But again, instantly, she returned to her first observation. The tux forced her to fast-forward her memories and impressions of Hale Cameron from rough, street-smart and sullen to this sudden real-time urbane and sophisticated presence. The unexpected time warp was startling.

      “Oh. It’s you.”

      “Diane,” he acknowledged.

      She stared, caught off guard. He said her name with both surprise and familiarity. It was that second recognition that caused Diane to change, her eyes hardening and her mouth grimacing in annoyance.

      “Fancy running into you,” he drawled, his gaze never leaving her face.

      Diane quickly experienced a very unwelcome sense of exposure and vulnerability, as if he’d hit a nerve. Deliberately or not. She didn’t like her reaction at all.

      “This certainly is the last place I expected to see you, Hale,” she said, staring him down.

      He raised his brows but didn’t take the bait.

      “I knew your father was on the list tonight. I was looking forward to seeing him. Sorry he couldn’t make it.”

      Diane knew he was fishing for more information but she was not about to be chatty and pleasant to him.

      “Something came up.”

      “I believe you,” Hale said smoothly. “Adam would have gotten here on time, and wouldn’t slink in late.”

      Her sharp retort died on her tongue. There was suddenly applause in the room beyond, bringing her back to the present. Diane pulled herself together, but only to turn her back on Hale as he watched her, his expression amused.

      “I’ll find my own seat,” she said firmly to the assistant at the door. She turned back to Hale and gave him a frosty stare. “Yes, I’m late but it was unavoidable. My father will understand.”

      “I’m sure you count on that.” He nodded, taking a large gulp of wine from a glass he’d been holding down at his side.

      Hale then summarily handed the empty glass to the assistant, who had stood silently listening to the verbal sparring.

      “I’ll escort her to her seat,” Hale said again.

      “Look, I don’t want—”

      Diane stopped abruptly rather than create a scene when an elderly couple appeared out of the darkened dinner hall, obviously about to leave. Spotting Hale, their faces lit with warm smiles, they called and reached out to him. The woman offered an overly rouged cheek and the man, probably her husband, took Hale’s hand to shake.

      “Sorry we have to leave, Hale. Getting too old for these late nights,” the man said in a tired, gravelly voice.

      “We certainly weren’t going to leave before having that very expensive dinner we paid for,” the wife said with false indignation.

      They all laughed as Diane stood and witnessed the exchange. In a way she was fascinated by the affection that the older couple obviously held for Hale and that he seemed to have for them. In all fairness, she recalled that this was the way Hale had always been toward her father, Adam. And her father toward him. Holding Hale in high regard. Talking about him and praising him…ad nauseam.

      She tried to move quietly away but only succeeded in drawing the couple’s attention.

      “Mr. and Mrs. Hightower, this is Diane Maxwell,” Hale finally introduced her.

      Again there was applause from the room and some laughter. Diane tried to ignore it and smiled graciously at the couple regarding her with mild curiosity.

      “Dr. Maxwell,” she clarified, more for Hale’s sake than the older couple. “It’s nice to meet you but don’t let me interrupt. I see you’re leaving, and I really need to go in…”

      “You’re Adam’s daughter. I’ve heard so much about you,” Mrs. Hightower cut in, beaming at her. “From Adam, of course. We were so hoping to see him tonight.”

      “He knows how to work a room,” Hale commented.

      Mr. Hightower chuckled. “He sure can. He also knows how to separate folks from their money for one cause or another.”

      Diane, faced with such adoration, smiled wanly. “I know I’m a poor substitute…”

      “Oh, not at all, young lady. You’re a very pretty one,” Mr. Hightower said.

      “I’ll let my father know he was missed.”

      She stood aside then, as goodbyes were now shared between Hale and the couple and they made their way to the elevator to leave. Diane did not wait for their final departure, but turned to the gala room in hopes of finally slipping into a vacant place at any of the tables near the entrance. She knew that it was inevitable that some people did not make it to these events and there were a number of empty seats.

      Before she could reach a nearby table, let alone greet the occupants and apologize for arriving late, someone placed a hand at the small of her back and was firmly guiding her along between the tables and toward the front of the room. Nonplussed, Diane glanced over her shoulder and found Hale close behind her. They were halfway into the room. To stop and object now to his interference would have caused a commotion and embarrassment. Diane, seething with helplessness, had no choice but to allow herself to be directed.

      When they reached her table, Hale pulled out her chair, holding it until she sat down. She smiled a greeting to those who glanced her way as she whispered her apologies. She settled herself, actually glad that the minor ordeal was over. She looked over her shoulder in time to see Hale take a seat several tables away.

      She was very curious to know why he was even there.

      Unlike the occupants of her table, who were much older and the vanguards of another generation of philanthropists, Hale’s table was filled with men and women his own age. The four or five women were all attractive, beautifully dressed and seemed to have a lot to say to him, vying for his attention…which, Diane noticed, he didn’t deny them. The men also seemed to hang on his every word, with respect and interest and easy camaraderie.

      Diane made a little СКАЧАТЬ