To Tame a Proud Heart. Cathy Williams

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      She looked delighted at this turn in events, but Oliver’s mouth had thinned and he said abruptly, ‘I don’t think so.’

      ‘I’d really like to just get home, Rupert,’ Francesca said, alarmed, but he waved aside both protests as if the thought of their turning down his kind invitation was hardly conceivable.

      ‘Nonsense, Frankie. Just because you’ve got a job it doesn’t mean that you have to give up all of life’s little pleasures.’

      ‘It would be fun,’ Imogen said, turning to Oliver, and he looked at her with grudging indulgence.

      They might not be all over each other, Francesca thought, but there was a thread of real emotion there between them, evident in the way they looked at one another. Was this love? She abruptly drained her glass of port and felt a little dizzy.

      Rupert stood up and held his arm out for Imogen. ‘You don’t mind my escorting your lovely fiancée to the door, do you, old man?’

      Oliver was beginning to look mildly irritated, and when he fell into step with Francesca he said in a low, harsh voice, ‘Can’t you keep a rein on your lover?’

      ‘Rupert is not my lover!’ she said angrily, and he shrugged.

      ‘Whatever, then. Playmate.’

      ‘You make us sound like a couple of children.’

      They were walking towards the door, and ahead of them Imogen was laughing, highly entertained by whatever Rupert was saying. He could be a superb conversationalist when he chose—witty, warm, direct, and with a boyish charm that could halt a charging rhino at a hundred paces. Francesca had seen it in action often enough before.

      ‘And it’s hardly my fault that Rupert’s commandeered your fiancée, is it?’ she added tartly.

      ‘Oh, Imogen is a big girl,’ Oliver drawled lazily. ‘And intelligent enough not to be taken in by your little playmate’s oily charm.’

      They stepped outside into the freezing air, and Rupert immediately hailed a taxi while Imogen smiled coaxingly at Oliver over her shoulder. ‘We never go to nightclubs,’ she said persuasively, her eyes bright. ‘It might be fun!’

      Francesca thought that going to sleep sounded rather more fun, and her mouth was tight by the time the taxi pulled up to the nightclub and deposited them outside.

      Rupert was well-known there, not that it would have mattered. Oliver’s presence commanded such immediate awe that they were ushered in like royalty, and Francesca looked around at the familiar haunt with a sinking heart.

      Had she really enjoyed frequenting these places—loud music, beautiful people frenetically talking and looking around them, eyes ever open to spot anyone they knew?

      ‘I’m awfully sorry about this,’ she murmured to Imogen once they were inside, and the other woman turned to her with wry humour in her eyes.

      ‘Why? It makes a change for me. My head is normally so full of business that I find it hard to relax.’

      Oliver, with an ease which he seemed to accept without question as people made way for him, had gone to the bar for drinks, and Imogen took her arm confidentially.

      ‘You come here often, I gather?’

      ‘Oh, all the time,’ Francesca said, airily. ‘My head is so devoid of business that I find it terribly easy to relax.’

      ‘I wasn’t meaning to be offensive,’ Imogen said with gentle sincerity, and Francesca blushed.

      ‘No, of course not; it’s just…’

      ‘That Oliver’s been giving you a hard time because of your background? He told me that your father is terribly well off.’

      ‘And what else has he told you?’ She pictured them together, talking about her, and winced.

      ‘He’s a hard man,’ Imogen said, ‘but I expect you’ll get used to that in time. If you stick it out, that is! Must be something of a culture shock, though,’ she added thoughtfully, ‘if you’re used to a man like Rupert.’

      ‘Rupert,’ Francesca began defensively, ‘is—’

      ‘A type of person I’ve never met in my life before!’ Imogen laughed, and Francesca felt the beginnings of real warmth towards her. She watched as Rupert took her to the dance floor and reluctantly sat down in a secluded corner with Oliver.

      Out of the corner of her eye she could see the attention he was receiving from other women in the room—sidelong glances of interest which he either chose to ignore or else genuinely didn’t notice.

      ‘I can understand why your father was worried about your lifestyle,’ he said, leaning towards her.

      Amidst the noise and push of people there was something disturbingly intimate about his husky voice, and she looked at him and felt a twinge of something uninvited begin to stir inside her. She pushed it aside and said crisply, ‘I never intended to make this kind of thing a permanent feature of my life.’

      ‘You just spent the past few months allowing yourself to be persuaded into it?’

      ‘That’s hardly fair! You don’t know me.’

      ‘I know enough.’ He looked around him and there was a condescending glitter in his pale eyes which made the blood rush to her head angrily.

      ‘Your fiancée seems to be enjoying it,’ she snapped.

      ‘The element of novelty has its temptations for a limited period of time.’

      ‘You sound as though you’ve never had a moment’s fun in your life before.’

      ‘Is that what you think?’ He refocused his attention on her, and she felt her head begin to swim a little.

      ‘Well, have you?’

      ‘I didn’t spend my whole life in front of books before joining the army of people out to earn a living,’ he replied, his deep, low voice cutting through the tinny sound of the music.

      ‘You just decided somewhere along the line that fun was something you could do without?’ She cradled her glass in her hands, unwilling to drink another drop because she already felt a bit giddy.

      ‘No, I just decided that this sort of thing was an exercise in stupidity.’

      ‘Which I suppose is another criticism of me?’

      He shrugged. ‘You can suppose anything you like.’

      ‘You don’t really care one way or the other.’ For some reason that stung.

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