Betrayed by Love. Diana Palmer

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СКАЧАТЬ sick all over. How was she going to manage to say no to Jacob when the time came and he asked her out? She loved him so desperately that even a few minutes of his company would last her starving heart for years. She looked at her brother helplessly. “Maybe he cares about me, a little.”

      “Maybe he does,” he said. “But don’t you ever forget his mother and how he feels about the whole female sex because of her. He’ll never marry a woman he’s slept with.”

      She flushed despite herself and turned her eyes back to the road. “His mother ran around with everyone, from what Margo said. And poor old Hank just sat and did nothing.”

      “She was a wild woman, Grandmother said. Nothing like Hank, who was easygoing and pleasant and not very ambitious. She got tired of having nothing and went after the rainbow.” He sat deeper in the seat as they approached the city. “I guess she found it eventually. She married that Texas oil magnate and lived happily until she died. But Jacob hated her for what she did to him and his father and brother, and he hated the humiliation of having to live down her reputation.”

      “He hasn’t had a good impression of women,” Kate said quietly.

      “Keep that in mind. He won’t let his emotions get in his way.”

      “I’ll keep it in mind,” she promised.

      He started to say something else. But he just smiled and reached over to pat her hand where it lay on her purse. “How about some lunch before we catch the plane? What would you like?”

      “Something adventurous,” she said, quickly following his lead. “How about squid?”

      “Yech! How about something civilized?”

      She sighed. “Steak and potatoes, I guess?”

      “Civilized,” he emphasized. “Like a McDonald’s hamburger!”

      “Now, that’s civilized.” She laughed. “Drive on!”

      Tom kept her mind occupied with wild tales about his advertising job in New York, and about some of his more eccentric clients—like the soap magnate who liked to listen to Tom’s presentations while taking bubble baths with a background of Mozart pieces, or the chewing gum heiress who brought her purebred collies to each meeting, to make sure her beloved pets approved of the ad campaigns.

      Her brother was the only living relative she had now, and she tended to lean on him the slightest bit. She felt guilty at her own rebellious feelings when he criticized Jacob. Perhaps it was a fair warning, although she didn’t like facing that possibility. She preferred to think that Jacob had only just noticed her and wanted a new beginning for the two of them. So that was what she was going to think, whether or not her older brother approved.

      She waved him off to New York soon after they landed in Chicago, and caught a cab back to her apartment. The sense of loneliness that washed over her was nothing new. She felt alone every time she walked away from Jacob. She wanted him, so badly. Would it be very wrong to have an affair?

      Her father’s harsh recriminations came back on cue. That kind of woman, he’d raged, his daughter wasn’t going to become. He was going to make sure of it. And he’d harped on permissiveness, on the ills of modern society, on the terror of unwanted children, until he’d poisoned Kate’s young mind. When she and Tom were in high school and went to live with Grandmother Walker, there was no free will left. Kate often wondered what her life would have been like if only her mother hadn’t left. Her mother had been like Jacob’s, according to her father. Her father had often sworn that Kate wasn’t really his child, anyway, but she and Tom looked so much alike that Kate tried not to think too hard about it. That part of her life was over, anyway. Looking back would only bring more nightmares.

      As she got into bed, drowsy with weariness, she wondered if Tom had been right, and Jacob really had wanted her for years. She flushed with the memory of that long, speaking look he’d drawn over her body. Yes, he did seem to want her now. And she wanted him, wanted the union, the total belonging of being in his arms with nothing between them.

      She turned into her pillow, burning with new desires. If only Jacob had believed her about that misunderstanding… But on the other hand, mightn’t knowing the truth turn him off completely? If Tom was right, and Jacob preferred sophisticated women, wouldn’t he be likely to walk away from Kate if he knew she was a virgin?

      On that troubling thought, she closed her eyes and slept.

       Chapter 3

      The brief vacation from work seemed vaguely unreal to Kate once she was back at her desk at the Chicago daily newspaper where she worked. And, as usual, everything was in a virtual frenzy of confusion.

      Dan Harvey, the city editor, was the only man functioning at full capacity. There was an unwritten law somewhere that city editors didn’t fall victim to insanity. Kate often wondered if that was because they caused it.

      Harvey presided over the newsroom, and he managed story assignments as if it were delicate choreography. In the hierarchy of the newsroom, there was a state news editor who dealt with breaking stories outside the city and worked with the few stringers, or correspondents, the paper maintained outside the city proper. There was a feature editor, a wire services editor, a society editor, just to name a few, with all of them—Harvey included—under the watchful eye of the managing editor, Morgan Winthrop. Winthrop was a veteran reporter himself, who’d worked his way up the ranks to his present position. Next to the editor in chief, James Harris, and the publisher, Winthrop was top man in the paper’s power structure.

      At the moment, Kate was under Harvey’s gimlet eye while she finished the last, grueling paragraph in a rapidly unfolding political story about a local alderman who’d skyrocketed to fame by spending a week in a local neighborhood besieged by crime.

      It was just hard to think with a tall, bald man standing over her, glancing pointedly at his watch and tapping his foot. She hoped he’d get bunions, but he probably caused those, too.

      “Okay.” She breathed a sigh of relief and showed him the screen on the terminal.

      “Scroll it,” he instructed, and began to read the monitor from his vantage point above her left shoulder as she started the scrolling command. Since the word processor screen would only show a portion of the whole story, this command was used to move each line up so that another appeared at the bottom until the end. Harvey pursed his lips, mumbled something, nodded, mumbled something else.

      “Okay, do it,” he said tersely and left her sitting there without a tiny word of praise.

      “Thanks, Kate, you did a great job,” she told herself as she entered the story into the memory of the computer. “You’re a terrific reporter, we love you here, we’d never let you go even if it meant giving you a ten-thousand-dollar raise.”

      “Kate’s getting a ten-thousand-dollar raise,” Dorie Blake yelled across the bustling city room to Harvey. “Can I have one, too?”

      “Society editors don’t get raises,” he returned with dry humor, and didn’t even look over his shoulder. “You get paid off by attending weddings.”

      “What?” Dorie shot back.

      “Wedding cake. Punch. СКАЧАТЬ