Freedom To Love. Carole Mortimer

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      The hotel was quietly comfortable, its decor like one of the older hotels in London rather than the modernness she had expected. But Katy preferred it, looking about her admiringly while Gerald went to the reception to see about their rooms. The hotel and camper had all been arranged through an agency in England, and so far it all seemed to be running smoothly. The people who hired out the camper insisted that anyone from abroad spent one night in a hotel in order to get over the long flight out here. It seemed a sensible idea to Katy.

      ‘Ready?’ Gerald was dangling the keys in front of them, summoning the lift. ‘We’re on the seventh floor and you’re on the tenth, Katy,’ he told her.

      She followed them dazedly into the lift. ‘I—You——’

      He spluttered with laughter. ‘I do believe our Katy thought she was to share a room with you, Gemma,’ he grinned down at his fianc$eAe.

      ‘Did you?’ Gemma snuggled into Gerald’s arms. Katy’s pale face gave her her answer. ‘Do grow up, Katy,’ she scorned. ‘Gerald and I have been sleeping together for almost two years now, and we certainly don’t intend to sleep apart here. The single room was always intended for you.’

      This was getting worse and worse. Katy had had an idea that Gerald and her sister had slept together in the past, but to use her as a shield like this was deplorable. Not that she was the prude her sister had accused her of being; she just didn’t like being used to dupe her parents. Her father had even helped pay her airfare, saying the experience of seeing Canada would be good for her. Poor innocent Mum and Dad, they could have had no idea of Gemma and Gerald’s plans.

      ‘See you later,’ said Gemma as the lift stopped at the seventh floor and she and Gerald stepped out. ‘Come down about seven and we’ll all go down to dinner together.’

      ‘I think I’ll eat in my room and then get an early night.’ Katy ignored Gerald’s self-satisfied smile, her anger almost at exploding point.

      Gemma sighed. ‘You aren’t going to sulk, are you?’

      ‘Certainly not,’ she said stiffly, pressing the button for her own floor. ‘I’ll see you in the morning,’ she had time to say before the doors closed.

      Really, this was just too much! She had always thought Gerald a louse, but she had expected better of Gemma. She was helping to make an absolute fool of her, and Katy wished it were possible for her to go home. But it wasn’t, and it was a childish thought. She would just have to weather this out and hope that the two weeks went quickly. But she felt lonely already.

      Her room was pleasant, having quite a nice view over the towering buildings of Calgary. It was a well-laid-out room, not big, but with everything she could possibly need, including an adjoining bathroom. There was a single bed against one wall, a small table and chairs near the window, an armchair in front of the colour television set that stood on half the desk. Yes, it was all very comfortable, but right now all Katy wanted to do was fall asleep.

      It seemed no sooner had her head touched the soft downy pillow than she was asleep, a dreamless sleep that didn’t seem to have refreshed her at all when she woke a few hours later. It was five o’clock here, which meant it was twelve o’clock at night in England, and her body didn’t seem to have caught up with her, leaving her feeling slightly numb.

      She switched on the television, but the vast choice of channels threw her. She was used to only three at home, with a fourth one in the making, and here she seemed to have twelve channels. Not all of them were showing something, but there was enough to make the choice difficult.

      She lay down on the bed to study the room-service menu, determined not to see her sister and Gerald until she felt more able to face the situation they had put her in. A sandwich would do fine, she could always have something else later if she felt like it. And a pot of tea. How she would love a pot of tea!

      The order phoned down, and the possibility of a slight wait according to the girl on the switchboard, Katy decided to have a refreshing shower. Maybe then she would start to feel more human. It was certainly turning out to be a long day; the seven-hour time difference had thrown her completely.

      What was Adam Wild doing now? No doubt he and his friend had looked up a couple of the female friends Adam Wild claimed to have here, and were now enjoying themselves. She sorted through her handbag, taking out the card he had given her. It was just his name and telephone number, printed starkly in bold black letters. No frills or fancy lettering for this man. She would keep the card, keep it as a memento of her meeting with the famous Adam Wild.

      Katy lay back again, once again seeing that hard cynical face, the mocking blue eyes, the lean sensual body. Many women must have known the possession of that body, and yet none of them had ever possessed the man, and she doubted any woman ever would. Adam Wild had the look of the eternal bachelor.

      She pushed him to the back of her mind as her sandwich arrived, wishing now that she had thought to dress, conscious of the young boy’s gaze roaming over her robe-covered body. The tea was very welcome, the club sandwich she had ordered a meal in itself. Goodness, she had never seen such a sandwich, tomato, bacon, thick slices of beef, all layered between several slices of bread.

      A quiz programme came on the television, and she sat and watched it as she ate, not bothering to dress now. It was already seven-thirty, and she would be going to bed in a moment.

      She jumped nervously as the telephone rang, knowing it must be Gemma and Gerald. She had only just begun to relax, and could well do without their taunting. ‘Yes?’ she spoke coldly into the receiver.

      ‘Katy?’

      Her heart fluttered at the sound of that deep husky voice with the sexual undertones. Adam Wild! She would recognise his voice anywhere. ‘Yes?’ she asked suspiciously.

      ‘Adam here,’ she could almost hear the humour in his voice. ‘Adam Wild,’ he supplied unnecessarily. And he knew it was unnecessary, damn him. ‘Come down and have dinner with me,’ he invited.

      ‘You’re in the hotel?’ She couldn’t contain her surprise.

      ‘In reception,’ he confirmed. ‘I just saw your sister and her boy-friend going in to dinner, so I know you’re alone.’

      ‘Taking pity on me once again, Mr Wild?’ she snapped angrily.

      ‘And if I am?’

      ‘It isn’t necessary,’ she told him distantly. ‘I’ve already eaten. I’m just about to go to bed.’ A slight exaggeration, but it wouldn’t be too long before she went back to bed, she felt very tired.

      He gave a husky laugh. ‘If that’s an invitation, I accept.’

      ‘It wasn’t,’ Katy snapped. ‘Now, if you’ll excuse me …’

      ‘Is that any way to treat me, Katy Harris?’ His voice had hardened.

      ‘When you’ve just invited yourself into my bed it is. What happened to your friend?’

      ‘Jud? He had business elsewhere.’

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