The Complete Red-Hot Collection. Kelly Hunter

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СКАЧАТЬ this latest manipulation because he was using her secret fantasy to do it. And who wouldn’t want their ultimate Play Time, right?

      Hating herself for letting him do this to her—hating him—Kate shoved herself off him, got to her feet, started pulling on clothes over the dampness and sand.

      Scott had felt the change in Kate that split second before she’d rolled off him.

      ‘Did I stuff it up?’ he asked, getting to his feet. ‘Because I thought… I mean I watched the movie… I… I thought that was…’

      The words tapered off as Kate skewered him with a glare.

      Was this the part where she told him he was too late? That she didn’t love him any more? No, he couldn’t face that. Didn’t—wouldn’t—believe it.

      Scott started dressing, just to keep his hands occupied while he waited for her to speak, to give him a clue about where he’d messed up. But she didn’t speak and he couldn’t take the silence.

      ‘Are you going to tell me what I did wrong, Kate?’

      ‘You know.’

      ‘No, I don’t.’

      ‘The twenty-eighth of February,’ she said coldly.

      Scott looked at her blankly.

      ‘February twenty-eighth!’ she snapped. ‘You couldn’t resist having the last word, could you, Scott? One last Play Time—and using my deepest, most secret fantasy to do it. Good job. For someone who said he would never hurt me, you sure wield a sharp knife.’

       What the hell—?

      She picked up her bag. ‘So when is Brodie coming back for me?’

      ‘Brodie’s on his way to Sydney,’ Scott said. ‘I’m taking you back.’

      The blood drained out of Kate’s face.

      ‘What?’ he asked urgently. ‘What did I do?’

      She laughed—and it wasn’t the joyful laughter they’d shared in the waves. ‘Today. Last day of the contract, right?’

      ‘Yes…’ Still bewildered.

      ‘I’ve spent three days tearing you out of my heart, and thanks to your little stunt today all that work is lost. I’ll have to start over.’

      Scott’s mouth went dry—a dryness that had nothing to do with the ton of salt that had swirled in and out of his mouth with all that sea water. ‘I thought you wanted the contract to be over?’

      ‘I did. But not like— Oh, just forget it.’

      He grabbed her arm. ‘No, tell me, Kate. If you don’t tell me, how can I explain?’

      She wrenched free. ‘Under the terms of our contract you don’t have to explain.’

      ‘Dammit, Kate, I’ve had a gutful of the contract. It’s over! Over!’

      ‘It was over on Tuesday, but that wasn’t good enough for you, was it? Because I decided that. I decided it out of love. But you had to control the ending—out of…of…pique! And so here you are, controlling it—like you’ve controlled everything since the moment we met.’

      ‘That’s crap, Kate. I’ve never been in control. Not from the first moment I saw you. I don’t— I don’t want to be in control with you. And that—’ He shoved irritably at his hair. ‘That is not an easy thing for me to admit.’

      ‘Oh, you’ve been in the driver’s seat all the way along. Running rings around me. Flouting the rules. Turning up any time you wanted. All those calculated kisses to get me to shut up when I asked you a personal question—when I told you kissing was dangerous.’

      ‘You never told me that!’

      ‘It was implied! Because it’s obvious! To everyone except you. Kissing—no problem for Scott Knight, because Scott Knight doesn’t care and Scott Knight doesn’t feel.’

      ‘But I did—I mean I do—’

      ‘Shut up, Scott. Just shut up. Because I do feel. And every time you kissed me I felt more—and more and more. Wanted you more and more. But all you wanted was Play Time! So I gave that to you too, because I figured I could sex you into loving me. I would have done anything. Anything! But you wouldn’t even let me protect myself by sticking to a few simple rules.’

      ‘Kate, stop. I—’

      ‘You know what’s the stupidest thing of all? I started to think that maybe you were breaking all those rules because you didn’t want the contract.’

      ‘I didn’t. I wanted—’

      ‘I thought you just wanted to kiss me, see me, be with me—take it however it came. The more you broke the rules, the more I hoped. But you were breaking them because it was a game to you. I was a game.’

      ‘No, that isn’t—’

      ‘And that last night—what you said to me. Tail. A piece of tail. That’s what I was. All I was. All the way along. And you, with more tail than you know what to do with, could have anyone—so why me? Why did you still take and take from me that night? When you knew how…how painful it was for me to love you like I did? You knew I wanted to leave and you wouldn’t let me go.’

      ‘Okay, that’s enough, Kate!’ He grabbed her then, dragged her in. ‘I didn’t let you go because I couldn’t. I can’t, Kate. I can’t.’

      ‘But you will—because tomorrow is the first of March and we are done.’ She jerked out of his arms. ‘Done! Do you get it? A mensa et thoro—legal separation without divorce.’

      ‘Don’t talk Latin to me now.’

      ‘Res judicata—the final adjudication. No further appeals. Goodbye.’

      Scott blanched. His shoulders were tight enough to snap his spine. Head drumming. Heart hammering. Hands clenching and unclenching.

      ‘Except for one thing, Kate,’ he said. ‘You love me.’

      ‘Well, you see, I’m going to let Phillip the barrister help me get over that. Tomorrow—the first of March—when there will be no possible suggestion that I am still under contract to you. Time for a new contract. This time I might even get the friend part of “friends with benefits”. Someone who w-won’t h-hurt me.’

      ‘I won’t hurt you.’

      She turned away, breath hitching. ‘You already have, Scott.’

      ‘Then I’ll make it up to you.’

      ‘You can’t. You wouldn’t know how. Because you’ve never been hurt and you’ve never been in love.’

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