The Marriage Truce. Sara Craven

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СКАЧАТЬ was not easy to do so. His eyes went over her, slowly, searchingly, the straight black brows drawing together in a slight frown.

      She knew exactly what he was seeing. The brown suede covered a tawny jersey. A silk scarf was knotted at her throat, and her long legs were booted to the knee under a brief skirt in pale tweed.

      A successful, even affluent look—casual, but confident.

      And she needed every scrap of confidence that was at her disposal.

      He, she saw, was wearing black. Close-fitting pants that stressed the length of his legs, a roll-neck sweater and a leather jacket.

      Belated mourning? she wondered bitterly, as the block of stone inside her twisted slowly. Agonisingly.

      He said abruptly, ‘You’re thinner.’

      It was so totally typical of him, Jenna thought, almost stung to unexpected laughter. None of the niceties or formalities of polite conversation for Ross. No cautious breaking of the ice between two people who had parted badly and never met since.

      Well, if that was how he wanted to play it …

      She shrugged. ‘Then I’m in fashion.’ She kept her tone cool to the point of indifference.

      He smiled, that familiar, ironic twist of the mouth. ‘Since when did you care about that?’

      ‘Perhaps I’ve changed,’ she said. ‘People do.’

      He shook his head slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. ‘You haven’t changed so much,’ he said. ‘Or how would I have known where to find you?’ He gestured towards the sea. ‘This was always your favourite place.’

      ‘You came—looking for me?’ She could not suppress the note of incredulity, but managed a tiny laugh to cover it. ‘And I thought it was just a ghastly coincidence.’

      ‘I thought perhaps we should—talk a little.’

      ‘I really don’t think we have anything left to talk about,’ Jenna told him crisply. ‘Our lawyers said all that was necessary quite some time ago.’

      ‘However, they’re not here,’ he said softly. ‘But we are. And that’s the problem.’

      ‘Is there a problem? I didn’t realise …’

      He sighed. ‘Jenna—do you want to play games or talk sense?’ He paused questioningly, and when she did not reply went on, ‘Can we at least agree that this isn’t a situation either of us would have chosen?’

      ‘Your stepmother clearly thinks differently.’

      ‘Thirza is a genuinely kind woman,’ he said. ‘But sometimes her kindness leads her in strange directions.’ He shrugged. ‘What can I say?’ He was silent again for a moment. ‘Please believe that she didn’t see fit to mention to me that Christy was to be married at this time—or that you would be attending the wedding. Otherwise I would not be here.’

      ‘Well,’ Jenna said, trying for crisp lightness, ‘no one told me about you either. You’d almost think they were playing a late April Fool on us.’

      ‘And I think, unless we are careful, we could both end up looking like fools,’ Ross returned tersely. ‘So, if you’re thinking of doing a runner back to London, I advise you to forget it.’

      Jenna gasped. ‘May I remind you that you no longer have the right to dictate my actions?’

      He said gently, ‘And may I remind you that it was never a right I chose to enforce, anyway?’

      She bit her lip. ‘You realise the local gossips will have a field-day if we both stay.’

      ‘They will have even more to enjoy if we leave.’

      ‘Why?’

      ‘Because they will think it means that we still matter to each other—when we know that’s not the case.’

      ‘On that,’ she said, her tone gritty, ‘we can agree, at least.’

      ‘Good,’ he said. ‘We’re making progress.’ He paused. ‘Unfortunately, it will be equally harmful if we each pretend the other does not exist—and for the same reason.’

      ‘Ye-es,’ she acknowledged, slowly and reluctantly. ‘I suppose so.’

      ‘Then I suggest that for the duration of the wedding celebrations we maintain a pretence of civility with each other.’ He spoke briskly. ‘Not for my sake, of course, or even yours, but for Christy.’ He paused. ‘I don’t want her big day to be marred by the spectacle of us making ourselves ridiculous—or an object of speculation for the whole community, either,’ he added grimly. ‘I’m sure that’s a point of view you can share.’

      ‘How reasonable you make it sound,’ Jenna said with a snap.

      ‘Fine,’ he threw back at her. ‘Then go back to London. Let them think that you still care too much to be near me, even in public.’

      ‘Now you really are being ridiculous,’ she said coldly. ‘As a matter of fact, I’d already made up my mind to stay. But I admit I hoped you’d have the decency to keep out of the way.’

      ‘Decency was never one of my virtues.’ His drawl taunted her. ‘And I gather Thirza has already told the Penloes that I will be escorting her to the wedding. So I think we’re going to have to—grin and bear it.’

      ‘By taking refuge in clichés?’

      ‘By doing whatever it takes.’ He paused again, and she was uneasily aware of that intent, assessing stare. ‘So, shall we each take a deep breath and declare a temporary truce—for the duration of the wedding?’

      Jenna bit her lip. ‘It seems there is no alternative.’

      ‘Then shall we shake hands on it?’ He walked towards her, closing the space between them, and she couldn’t retreat because the damned bench was in the way. Could do nothing about the fact that he was now standing right beside her.

      He held out his hand, his dark eyes mesmeric, compelling. Then a mischievous gust of wind suddenly lifted her loosened hair and blew it across his face.

      Ross gasped and took a step backwards, his hands tearing almost feverishly at the errant strands to free himself.

      For a crazy moment she wondered if he was remembering, as she was, the way he’d used to play with her hair when they were in bed together after lovemaking, twining it round his fingers and drawing it across his lips and throat.

      And how she would bury her face in his shoulder, luxuriously inhaling the scent of his skin …

      Sudden pain wrenched at her uncontrollably. Blood was roaring in her ears. Hands shaking, she raked her hair back from her face and held it captive at the nape of her neck.

      She said hoarsely, looking past him, ‘I—I think the weather’s getting worse. I—I’ll see you around—I expect …’

      She walked away from him, forcing herself СКАЧАТЬ