Dark Paradise. Sara Craven

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СКАЧАТЬ he said swiftly, ‘No, I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean it.’

      ‘No, I asked for it.’ Kate forced a smile. ‘It’s really a case of “Physician, heal thyself”, isn’t it? But the thing is, Jon, you don’t know that there’s been anything between Alison and Matt Lincoln. Not every secretary has an affair with her boss, you know.’ She giggled suddenly. ‘Has Alison ever speculated about you and Miss Chalmers?’

      Jon laughed too, his pleasant face relaxing. ‘I doubt it, but then if Miss Chalmers was in her thirties instead of her fifties, and diabolically attractive to boot, perhaps she might.’

      Whatever his reservations, he had obviously managed to overcome them, because he and Alison had been married only a couple of months later, and Matt Lincoln had been one of the guests at the wedding—as Kate had good reason to remember, she thought with a sudden stiffening of her spine.

      Clive’s voice cut plaintively across her reverie. ‘I have the oddest feeling I’m lunching alone. Come back to me, Kate.’

      ‘I’m sorry.’ She ate another mouthful with feigned enthusiasm, because she might as well have been chewing cardboard.

      ‘Still spotting familiar faces?’ Clive signalled the wine waiter to pour some more into her glass. ‘This is the place for them.’

      ‘I think it is,’ Kate said wryly, mourning her wonderful meal. She would have to lie and say she wasn’t very hungry. She could hardly say, ‘My sister-in-law is over there having a whale of a time with the man she used to work for, who may or may not have been her lover, and knowing what this could do to Jon has ruined my appetite.’

      But that was the truth. Because Kate was ready to swear it had been quite some time since Alison had worn that particular glow for her husband. ‘Teething troubles,’ Kate’s mother had said, and she was probably quite right. For all Kate knew, Alison was lunching here with Matt with Jon’s blessing and approbation, only she didn’t believe it for one moment, because if there was going to be a bone of contention between the newlyweds, then it was likely to be called Matt Lincoln.

      She supposed it would be the easiest thing in the world to walk across as they were leaving and say hello, and gauge what was going on from Alison’s reaction, but she knew she wouldn’t do it. She couldn’t risk seeing a look of guilt on her sister-in-law’s face, although Matt Lincoln would no doubt find the situation amusing in the extreme.

      She could remember reading an article in a magazine quoting him as castigating what he termed ‘Suburban morality’ for concerning itself too much with trivial sins, and closing its eyes to the deeper crimes against humanity being perpetrated somewhere in the world each day.

      Probably Matt Lincoln would regard the seduction of someone else’s wife as a very trivial sin, she thought stormily.

      ‘Is something wrong?’ Clive’s tone was worried. ‘You look as if you’re about to plunge that knife into someone!’

      She forced a laugh. ‘Well, I promise it isn’t you, Clive. I’m afraid I’m just poor company today.’

      ‘You’re never that,’ he said warmly. ‘Is something bothering you? Can I help?’

      She said, ‘It’s a family matter,’ and determinedly changed the subject. The dreaded Felicity’s latest book was a slight departure from her usual style, and Kate was wondering how far Clive expected the jacket and illustrations to reflect this. It was a good ploy and occupied them for the rest of lunch.

      The next time Kate allowed her glance to slide towards the other table, it was to note with relief that it was unoccupied. Alison and her companion had departed—perhaps to go their separate ways, or perhaps not.

      Clive said ruefully, ‘All we’ve done is talk about work, and that’s the last thing I intended.’ He squeezed her hand. ‘Perhaps I should wait for a time when I can count on all your attention.’

      He wanted to call a taxi for her, but she refused, saying she felt like walking.

      It was a beautiful day, crisply autumnal, reminding her of horse-chestnut trees and bonfires. Alison and Jon had been married on a day just like this, she recalled, and the sun had been so warm that the guests had spilled out on to the terrace and lawns of the riverside hotel where the reception was being held.

      Kate had been chief bridesmaid, in a topaz crěpe dress with a high ruffled neck, her curling chestnut hair drawn into a casually pretty topknot. She didn’t outshine the bride—Alison managed to look ethereal and radiant in her white silk organza—but she looked and felt good, and Jon’s unattached friends buzzed round her like flies round a honeypot. After Jon and Alison had left for Paris, there was going to be a family dinner that evening, and Jon’s best man, a friend since their schooldays, was escorting her in the traditional manner, and she declined all the other offers with smiling charm.

      And all the time she was intensely aware that she was under surveillance.

      If Kate was providing a centre of attention for the men, then Matt Lincoln was the same and more for the women. He was the celebrity guest, and it could only be a matter of time before someone actually asked him for an autograph, Kate thought cynically. Wherever he went there was an adoring group like satellite moons round a planet, but she supposed that wasn’t altogether his fault. Even without the glamour imposed by television, Matt Lincoln was formidable, exuding a vibrantly masculine aura. No one with blood in her veins could have overlooked him even for a moment, and Kate was annoyed to find how often her own eyes were straying in his direction.

      ‘For God’s sake,’ she adjured herself irritably, ‘haven’t you learned your lesson?’

      And to make matters worse, each time she looked at him, it was to discover that he was watching her, a half smile playing about his lips as if he had discerned her inner struggle and was amused by it.

      So she did her best to ignore him, and pretend that the buzz of talk and laughter around him did not exist, although she couldn’t help but be aware of the almost electric excitement his presence engendered. But he was bound to leave soon, she told herself. A suburban wedding couldn’t hold his interest or confine the air of restless energy which characterised him for very much longer.

      Not for the first time, she wondered why he had accepted the invitation. The dinner service he had bought as a wedding present was displayed with the other gifts, so no other gesture was necessary. Alison’s parents had issued the invitations, of course, and had been cock-a-hoop when he had accepted, but Kate knew that Jon had not been pleased, although he’d said nothing in the light of Alison’s jubilation.

      She had watched her stepbrother watching Matt kiss the bride, seen the rigidity of his features, and her heart had ached for him. Matt had been in Venezuela until the previous day, and had dashed back specially, she heard Alison’s mother smugly proclaiming to a coterie of her friends.

      ‘Why did he bother?’ she asked herself savagely.

      She had avoided him, and the inevitable introductions, since the reception began. She had no wish to become one of the admiring throng, she told herself, although even her mother who was not easily impressed had been won over, she noticed.

      But at an intimate gathering like a wedding reception, she couldn’t hope to keep out of his way for ever.

      She was chatting to Simon, the best man, when she became suddenly aware that he was beside them. She was immediately irritated СКАЧАТЬ