Forgotten Lover. Кэрол Мортимер

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      ‘Perfect,’ Paul told her when they called for her.

      He was looking very distinguished himself in a black evening suit and white shirt, Carly as beautiful as usual in a clinging black gown.

      ‘How was Ocean World?’ Velvet asked them in the lift on the way up to the penthouse suite.

      ‘Well?’ Carly looked at Paul for the answer.

      ‘It was—it was good, very good,’ he admitted grudgingly. ‘Okay, okay,’ he sighed at Carly’s triumphant look, ‘so I enjoyed myself.’

      ‘You’ll have to go. Velvet,’ the other girl said enthusiastically. ‘If Grouchy here liked it then you know it was good.’

      Velvet nodded. ‘I’ll see if I can get there some time tomorrow. I wanted to call my brother this afternoon.’

      They stepped out of the lift. ‘How’s Tony?’ Paul enquired.

      ‘Wrecking the place, as usual,’ she laughed, looking around her appreciatively. ‘This is something, hmm?’

      Paul nodded, their surroundings luxurious in the extreme. ‘Wait until you meet our host, he’s more than just something.’

      Velvet laughed. ‘Seventy-year-old men don’t really appeal to me.’ Paul frowned. ‘Seventy-year-old——? He isn’t seventy, Velvet.’

      ‘But Charles Daniels——’

      ‘Died two years ago. His son’s been in charge ever since.’

      She blinked. ‘His son?’

      ‘Yes, Velvet,’ a man appeared from a room to the left of them, a man with startlingly familiar fierce blue eyes. ‘I took over from my father,’ he confirmed his identity as Charles Daniels’ son.

      She went pale. This man was the man who had stopped her in reception earlier, the man who claimed to know her—he was Jerard Daniels! Paul was right, he was more than just something, he was overpowering in the white dinner jacket and black trousers, every inch the powerful businessman he undoubtedly was.

      He came forward to take her hand, the intensity of his gaze not allowing for the other couple in the room. ‘We meet again, Velvet,’ he said huskily.

      She was mesmerised, held immobile by the intimacy of his expression. ‘I—Yes,’ she confirmed stupidly.

      ‘The two of you have met before?’ Paul sounded puzzled.

      ‘I——’

      ‘A couple of years ago,’ Jerard Daniels answered for her. ‘Although Velvet chooses not to remember that,’ he added harshly.

      ‘I don’t choose to, Mr Daniels,’ she snapped. ‘It happens to be the truth.’

      ‘But I remember you—vividly.’

      She blushed at the familiarity in his eyes, her smile strained. ‘I’m sorry,’ she shook her head, ‘but I really have no recollection …’

      ‘Never mind,’ he put her hand in the crook of his arm, smiling at the other couple. ‘Shall we go through and have a drink before dinner?’

      For the next fifteen minutes he was everything the polite host should be, although he didn’t let Velvet leave his side, his hand snaking out to grasp her wrist if she should attempt to do so.

      He frightened her. There was about him an air of suppressed violence, a dangerous quality to him that disturbed her.

      ‘Have you lived in Florida long, Mr Daniels?’ Carly asked him as they ate their dinner, Velvet placed opposite him at the long table.

      ‘Jerard,’ he put in smoothly. ‘And I don’t live here, Carly. I’m only here at all because Velvet is.’

      ‘Oh.’ Carly sounded unsure of his direct answer.

      Colour blazed in Velvet’s cheeks at the puzzled glances Paul and Carly kept shooting her. This man was embarrassing her, was giving her friends the impression that they had a relationship. ‘Is your wife with you, Mr Daniels?’ she asked waspishly.

      His expression darkened, his gaze rapier-sharp as he looked at her. ‘My wife is dead, Velvet,’ he rasped.

      ‘Oh!’ She moved uncomfortably. ‘I—I’m sorry.’

      ‘She isn’t,’ he said abruptly. ‘To die from heart disease isn’t very pleasant.’

      ‘Oh.’

      His eyes narrowed. ‘And your husband is dead too.’

      She blinked at him, bewildered by his knowledge of her when she knew absolutely nothing about him. ‘He died in a flying accident,’ she supplied.

      ‘I know that too—you were a passenger. You were carrying his child at the time.’

      She swallowed hard. ‘I—Yes.’

      In that moment Jerard Daniels looked satanic, as if he would like to hit out and hurt someone. He seemed to control this urge with effort. ‘You have a son,’ he said in a curious flat voice.

      ‘Tony, yes.’

      ‘Named after his father.’

      ‘I—yes. You see, Anthony never saw him. He was born on the day Anthony died.’ She didn’t know why she was explaining herself to this man, her life with Anthony had nothing whatsoever to do with him.

      ‘I have a daughter,’ Jerard Daniels told her.

      ‘You do?’ she asked interestedly, her assumption that this man wasn’t father material instantly contradicted.

      He was watching her closely. ‘She’s eight years old.’

      ‘Is she here with you?’ Carly wanted to know, obviously feeling that she and Paul had been excluded from the conversation long enough.

      Jerard Daniels smiled at her, a completely charming smile. ‘Not at the moment, no. She’ll be joining me soon.’

      ‘That will be nice for you,’ Carly responded to that smile, instantly captivated.

      ‘Very nice,’ he nodded. ‘How’s the photography going, Paul?’ He suddenly seemed to be remembering his manners.

      Velvet relaxed for the first time since she had entered the apartment and discovered Jerard Daniels was their host, his attention at last removed from her. How did he know all those things about her life? And why did he maintain that they had met before when she knew they hadn’t?

      She listened to his conversation, sensing that he knew almost as much about photography as Paul did. He was a man who would have a knowledge of many things—and СКАЧАТЬ