Hotbed of Scandal: Mistress: At What Price? / Red Wine and Her Sexy Ex / Bedded by Blackmail. Kate Hardy

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      His temper boiled over. ‘You brought him here to play chess? Fine. You play. I’m not ready for this.’

      Mariel hugged her arms around her body as he passed her, set the beer in front of his father and strode outside. The door slid shut with a thud that vibrated along the wall.

      Ah, God. Had she made a really bad mistake? Her heart raced, her legs felt weak, but she made herself cross the room to face Daniel. Tension dug grooves in his already lined face. She’d upset not one person, but two people.

      ‘He’ll come round,’ she murmured, then pulled her lips into a smile, pulled up a chair so that they both faced the chessboard. ‘Meanwhile, why don’t you explain the game to me?’

      Daniel took three long gulps of beer then scrubbed a hand over his jaw. ‘I should go.’

      ‘Give him a few moments.’ To distract Daniel, and settle herself, she picked up one of the beautiful black crystal pieces. ‘What’s this one called?’

      Daniel exhaled a slow breath. ‘It’s a bishop. It can only move diagonally.’ He picked up another. ‘Whereas the knight can jump over any other chess pieces. The object of the game is to checkmate your opponent’s king.’

      ‘And what does that mean, exactly?’

      ‘It’s when—’ He broke off when the door slid sharply open and Dane stepped back inside.

      His expression gave nothing away. It was as if he’d pulled on a mask. But he was calmer, Mariel noted. The tension in his shoulders had loosened; his hands weren’t balled into fists any more. Some of her own tension ebbed. But only a little, because he was too cool. Too controlled.

      He wasn’t finished with her yet, she knew. She’d stepped way over the boundaries they’d set. She was his lover; that was all. Temporary at that. Which gave her no right to interfere in his personal decisions. Or his life.

      Just because family meant everything to her, and she wanted one of her own some day, it didn’t mean she had to inflict her lifestyle choices on anyone else. Not even Dane. Even if her motives had been purely for his benefit.

      She sprang off the chair, nerves jangling. ‘I’ve got things to do. Upstairs.’

      Dane watched her go, then took the chair she’d vacated, set his empty beer bottle on the floor beside him. Outside, he’d been tempted to keep walking, to leave Mariel to clean up the mess she’d made. Until he’d realised she only had his interests at heart. Since when had anyone done anything like that for him? He quite simply couldn’t remember. And he’d reacted like an angry schoolkid.

      But he was a grown man, so he’d just have to suck it up and act like one. Didn’t mean he was going to like it. ‘Let’s get it over with, then. White?’

      His dad shook his head. ‘We don’t have to play.’

      The beginnings of a smile tugged at the corner of Dane’s mouth. ‘You never did like to lose, as I recall.’ He moved the clear crystal king’s pawn two spaces.

      His dad mirrored the move. ‘I haven’t played in years.’

      ‘No excuses.’ Dane made his second move. Queen, four spaces.

      ‘Barbara left.’

      ‘I know.’ Both men studied the board. ‘That’s the kind of woman she is. I tried telling you that.’

      ‘Women. You can’t trust them.’

      ‘Generally, I’d agree with you.’

      ‘But Mariel’s different, right?’

      Dane felt his father’s gaze on him. ‘Mariel’s not up for discussion.’

      ‘Why not? She’s living here. I read the papers. Just good friends.’ His chuckle turned into a loud throat-clearing and he reached for his beer again.

      Dane resisted the urge to defend their relationship. His father made it sound cheap. He studied the board but didn’t see it. What they had could never be termed a cheap affair. He’d never known anyone like Mariel. Never would. The fact that he’d have to let her go at some point in the not-too-distant future suddenly loomed, and just for a heartbeat everything inside him stilled and nothingness yawned before him.

      More rattled than he cared to admit, he pushed the thought away and made his next move.

      Mariel remembered the chocolate cookies she’d intended offering them about ten minutes later. Chocolate always soothed troubled waters. She didn’t want to interrupt or distract, so she’d put them on a plate, set it on the table and leave. She stole barefooted downstairs.

      Male voices floated up the stairwell as she descended. ‘You think you and Mariel might get—?’

      ‘No.’

      Mariel froze on the step at the categorical denial, fingers tightening on the smooth, worn banister.

      ‘She wants to play happy families some day. Big old house, kids of her own.’

      She’d always known he was going to end it, but to hear it spoken of in that detached and decisive way cut to her core like broken glass.

      ‘Kids were never big in our family,’ she heard Daniel say.

      ‘We’re not family,’ Dane shot back. ‘Being biologically related doesn’t make a family.’

      Well, at least Dane understood that much, Mariel thought. But she didn’t want to hear any more. She climbed the stairs back to her room. Closed the door and lay down to wait for the afternoon to be over.

      Chapter Ten

      JUST on dark, Dane switched off the ignition. He had to admit it hadn’t gone as badly with his father as he’d first thought. He climbed out of his car, but came to a halt at the garage door.

      Mariel sat by the pool in the mellow circle of light. Right at home in the spotlight, he mused. Her long lashes rested on those fabulous cheekbones; her hair flowed over her shoulders in a stream of sable. At some point the sun had kissed the exposed skin of her shoulders and turned them rosy—strawberries and cream.

      His mouth watered. One taste. Just one…

      She’d probably still be mad with him. But she didn’t look angry. She looked sexy. His blood heated at thinking about it, rolling and heaving through him like the restless summer thunder over the hills in the distance.

      She moved, dipping her feet into the water, sending ripples across its smooth surface. A strange sensation hooked at his chest, snagging the breath in his throat and momentarily rooting him to the spot.

      Growing up, she’d always been his port in a storm, keeper of his secrets. His best friend.

      Now they were having an affair.

      Nothing permanent, he reminded himself, watching her lean on her arms and СКАЧАТЬ