The Strength Of Desire. Alison Fraser

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СКАЧАТЬ Hope stared at him incredulously.

      ‘Have you slept with him?’ he repeated, as if it were a quite normal question to ask a complete stranger.

      ‘I…We…It’s none of your business!’ she finally exploded.

      He watched as colour suffused her face. ‘You haven’t,’ he concluded. ‘Well, perhaps you should. I can recommend it as one of the quickest ways of discovering incompatibility.’

      ‘How do you know we’re incompatible?’ Hope retorted angrily.

      ‘Apart from the seventeen-year age-gap, you mean?’ His tone was heavily ironic.

      ‘You’re just jealous!’ she accused in return.

      He smiled thinly. ‘Don’t flatter yourself. You might be beautiful, but schoolgirls aren’t my thing.’

      Hope glared, sure he’d deliberately misunderstood. ‘Jealous of Jack, I meant. His talent. His fame. His—-’

      ‘Money?’ he suggested wryly.

      Hope went from glaring to fuming. Guy Delacroix obviously had her written off as a gold-digger and wasn’t about to change his mind.

      He continued at her furious silence, ‘No, I can’t say I’ve ever been jealous of Jack. I have sufficient money for my own needs. Talent…Well, admittedly writing love-songs is hardly my forte.’ He made a slight face, dismissing such a skill as unimportant. ‘And fame, well, that’s a dubious privilege at the best of times…But I suppose it all seems very glamorous to you.’

      ‘I’m not that naive.’ Hope was well aware of the price of fame. Her father had once been famous as a record producer—and rich. But he’d paid for it. When the popularity of his music had waned he’d felt a failure, and sought solace in a whisky bottle.

      ‘No, I suppose not,’ Guy Delacroix conceded. ‘You must have met many famous people through your father.’

      ‘When I was little,’ Hope replied, ‘but not lately…People in show business don’t like to associate with failures. They think it’s catching,’ she commented cynically.

      He raised a brow, surprised by her astuteness. ‘What did he die from?’ he asked bluntly.

      ‘Cancer—not catching either,’ she said on a bitter note, ‘but it still kept them away…Apart from his funeral-they returned in droves for that. It’s a pity he missed it. He would have appreciated seeing his ex-wives sobbing their little hearts out at the loss of their alimony.’

      ‘How many?’ he enquired.

      ‘Ex-wives? Three, but only two attended the funeral,’ Hope recounted.

      He pulled a wry face at the number. ‘Does that total include your mother?’

      ‘No, she was never an ex,’ Hope declared stiffly, but didn’t expand on it.

      She knew, for her father had told her often enough, that her mother had been the great love in his life. It had sounded sentimental, but it had also been true. It was a fact that each wife, in turn, had come to face.

      ‘Is that where you met Jack again? At the funeral?’ ‘No, he came before, in the last week or two when Dad became really ill. Then later he offered to help with the arrangements.’ Hope’s voice revealed how grateful she’d been to Jack. He’d been a true friend to them both, and her love for him had developed even as she’d struggled with the pain of grief.

      “That was good of him.’ Guy’s tone was flat, but there was a look of scepticism in his eye.

      ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ Hope demanded in return.

      ‘Nothing, just…’ He hesitated for the first time, then switched to saying, ‘Look, we got off on the wrong foot. My fault, I admit. I misunderstood the situation.’

      ‘That’s all right.’ Hope was ready to forgive him. She didn’t want to be enemies with Jack’s family.

      ‘However,’ he continued in a serious vein, ‘I still feel you really should consider what you’re doing. You’re only seventeen. You’ve just lost your father. You’re vulnerable…’

      ‘I can take care of myself,’ Hope claimed, but not quite convincingly, as her fingers plucked agitatedly at the tablecloth.

      ‘Fine, take care of yourself,’ he echoed, stilling her hand with his. ‘Just don’t let Jack do it for you.’

      He spoke with such force that Hope’s eyes flew to his. She met their steady grey gaze and for a moment saw the man behind the dispassionate mask. She sensed his strength, and was scared by his certainty. For a moment she almost listened to him, then Jack suddenly returned to the table.

      ‘Holding hands?’ Jack enquired, not quite casually, as he tried to assess the situation.

      Hope flushed although she had nothing to feel guilty about. Not then. She hastily pulled her fingers from Guy’s grip.

      He was unflustered, drawling to his brother, ‘Not exactly. I was just trying to persuade Hope that she was about to make the biggest mistake of her young life.’

      ‘By marrying me?’ Jack concluded, and laughed out loud when his brother nodded. ‘That’s what I love about my little brother. You can always trust him to be totally up front about things…Well, you’re wrong this time, Guy. Hope and I are going to make the distance. Just watch…’

      

      ‘Just watch.’ Hope shut her eyes as she recalled Jack’s words all those years ago. Guy had watched all right. He’d watched his words come true. He’d watched their marriage disintegrate. He’d…more than watched.

      Hope caught the direction of her thoughts and put a brake on them. She wasn’t going down that road again.

      She looked at her watch, and, realising she’d lost almost an hour, got up quickly to fix her face.

      She’d just finished washing when Maxine announced her presence with the usual banging doors. She hadn’t time to put on make-up before her daughter tracked her down to the bathroom. For once Hope wished she’d taken a less liberal attitude on privacy.

      Maxine walked in, took one look at her face and demanded, ‘What’s wrong? You’ve been crying.’

      It sounded like an accusation, but then everything did at the moment with Maxine.

      ‘No…Well, actually, yes.’ Hope wished she’d rehearsed this speech. ‘It’s…it’s your father.’

      ‘My father? Don’t tell me—he’s dead,’ Maxine said, but purely for dramatic effect.

      While Hope searched futilely for the right words, her face gave away the truth.

      Maxine shook her head as if denying it, then started to back away from her.

      ‘I’m sorry, darling.’ Hope made to reach out a hand but her daughter kept backing away. ‘A car accident. I don’t know the details. It СКАЧАТЬ