A Bargain with the Enemy. Кэрол Мортимер

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      She had a hauntingly beautiful face, Rafe acknowledged as he continued to study the photograph: heart-shaped, eyes light in colour, pert little nose between high cheekbones, her lips full and poutingly sensual with a delicately pointed chin above the slenderness of her throat.

      A very arresting, and slightly familiar, face.

      ‘Why do I have the feeling that I know her?’ Rafe asked, lifting his head.

      ‘Probably because you do. We all do,’ Michael added tersely. ‘Try imagining her slightly more...rounded, with heavy, black-framed glasses, and long mousy-brown hair.’

      ‘Doesn’t sound like the sort of woman any of us would ever be attracted to—’ Rafe broke off abruptly, his gaze narrowing sharply, suspiciously, on the black-and-white photograph in front of him.

      ‘Oh, yes.... I forgot to mention that perhaps you should look closely at...the eyes,’ Michael drawled dryly.

      Rafe glanced up quickly. ‘It can’t be! Can it?’ He studied the photograph more closely. ‘Are you saying this beautiful woman is Sabryna Harper?’

      ‘Yes,’ Michael bit out crisply.

      ‘William Harper’s daughter?’

      ‘The same.’ Michael nodded grimly.

      Rafe’s jaw tightened as he easily recalled the uproar five years ago when William Harper had offered a supposedly previously unknown Turner for sale at their London gallery. Ordinarily the painting would have remained a secret until after authentication had been made and confirmed by the experts, but somehow its existence had been leaked to the press, sending the art world and the media into an excited frenzy as speculation about the painting’s authenticity became rife.

      Gabriel had been in charge of the London gallery at the time, had gone to the Harper family home several times to discuss the painting while it was being authenticated, meeting both the wife and daughter of William Harper on those occasions. This made it doubly difficult for him when he’d had to declare the painting, having undergone extensive examination by the experts they had brought in from all over the world, to be a near-perfect forgery. Worse than that, the police investigation had proved that William Harper was solely responsible for the forgery, resulting in the other man being arrested and sent to prison for his crime.

      His wife and teenage daughter had been hounded by the media throughout the trial and the whole sorry story had blown up again when Harper had died in prison just four months later, after which his wife and daughter had simply disappeared.

      Until now, it would seem....

      Rafe eyed Michael warily. ‘Are you absolutely sure it’s her?’

      ‘The file you’re looking at is from the private investigator I hired after I saw her at the gallery yesterday—’

      ‘You spoke to her?’

      Michael shook his head. ‘I was passing through the entrance hall when Eric walked by with her. As I said, I thought I recognised her, and the private investigator was able to establish that Mary Harper resumed using her maiden name just weeks after her husband’s death, and her daughter’s surname was changed to the same by deed poll.’

      ‘And this Bryn Jones is really her?’

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘And what do you intend doing about it?’

      ‘Doing about what?’

      Rafe breathed his impatience with his brother’s continued calm. ‘Well, she obviously can’t be one of the six new artists exhibited at Archangel next month.’

      Michael raised dark brows. ‘Why can’t she?’

      ‘Well, for one thing her father was put in prison for attempting to involve one of our galleries in selling a forged painting!’ He eyed his brother. ‘Not only that, but Gabriel went to court and helped to put him there!’

      ‘And the sins of the father are to be passed down onto the daughter, is that it?’

      ‘No, of course that isn’t it! But—with a father like that, how do you even know the paintings in her portfolio are her own?’

      ‘They are.’ Michael nodded. ‘It’s all in the file. She attained a first-class arts degree. Has been trying to sell her paintings to other galleries for the past two years with very little success. I’ve looked at her portfolio, Rafe, and, despite what those other galleries may have thought, she’s good. More than good, she’s original, which is probably why the other galleries refused to take a chance on her work. Their loss is our gain. So much so that I have every intention of buying a Bryn Jones painting for my own collection.’

      ‘She’s going to be one of the final six artists?’

      ‘Without a doubt.’

      ‘And what about Gabriel?’

      ‘What about him?’

      ‘We warned him repeatedly but he refused to listen. She’s the reason he’s been in a bad mood for five years—how do you think he’s going to feel when he realises exactly who Bryn Jones really is?’ Rafe bit out exasperatedly.

      ‘Well, I think you’ll agree, she’s definitely improved with age!’ Michael said dryly.

      There was no doubt about that. ‘This is just— Damn it, Michael!’

      Michael’s mouth firmed. ‘Bryn Jones is a very talented artist, and she deserves her chance of being exhibited at Archangel.’

      ‘Have you even stopped to think why she might be doing this?’ Rafe frowned. ‘That she might have some ulterior motive, maybe some sort of revenge plot against us or Gabriel for what happened to her father?’

      ‘It did occur to me, yes.’ Michael nodded calmly.

      ‘And?’

      He shrugged. ‘I’m willing to give her the benefit of the doubt at this stage.’

      ‘And Gabriel?’

      ‘Has assured me on numerous occasions that he’s an adult, and certainly doesn’t need his big brother interfering in his life, thank you very much!’ Michael drawled dryly.

      Rafe gave an exasperated shake of his head as he began pacing the study. ‘You seriously don’t intend to tell Gabriel who she is?’

      ‘As I said, not at this stage,’ Michael confirmed. ‘Do you?’

      Rafe had no idea yet what he was going to do with this information....

      CHAPTER ONE

      One week later...

      SHE WAS ENTERING the enemy camp—again!—Bryn realised with a frown as she paused outside on the pavement to look up at the marble frontispiece of the СКАЧАТЬ