The Royal Wedding Collection. Robyn Donald

Чтение книги онлайн.

       CHAPTER THREE

      NUMBLY Abby stared at Caelan, reading his ruthless will in his face, in the uncompromising authority of his tone. Anger was defeated by desolation; she didn’t dare trust him, but what other choice did she have?

      Impatiently the prince broke into her racing thoughts. ‘I’m offering you a chance to stay in Michael’s life. Turn it down and I won’t give you another.’

      ‘You can’t do that,’ she croaked. ‘I’ve looked after him since he was a baby. Any court in New Zealand would grant me custody—’

      ‘It is a remote possibility,’ he conceded crisply. ‘But would the justice system also protect him from any criminal who might see him as money in the bank?’

      He paused to let that sink in. Her powerlessness burned like fire inside her, eating away at her will-power and courage. ‘I can’t believe that that sort of thing would happen here.’

      ‘He won’t always be in New Zealand. I have to travel; he’ll come with me.’

      ‘But—’

      ‘I thought you despised my father for allowing Gemma to be banished to her nursery?’

      Pain sliced through her. ‘I—yes.’

      With cool dispassion, Caelan inclined his black head. ‘The simplest way to deal with this is for you both to come to live with me.’

      Stunned, unable to believe that she’d heard him correctly, she stared at him. ‘I don’t want to live with you and I’m certain you don’t want me anywhere around you.’

      ‘True, but I’m a pragmatic man.’ His voice was textured by unfaltering confidence. ‘It’s not negotiable, Abby. That is, if you want to be with Michael.’

      Pride brought up her chin, veiled her eyes with thick lashes to hide the bleak shock of his blunt statement. Fighting to salvage what she could from her surrender, she said, ‘We don’t need to share a house. We—Michael and I—could live in Auckland, and I wouldn’t deny you access to him. Michael needs a man in his life.’

      The prince surveyed her with a narrow smile. ‘How do I know you won’t pack your bags and sneak off?’

      ‘If I gave you my word—’

      ‘Why should I trust you?’

      The words rang in her ears like iron on stone, cold and hard and relentless. Thrusting his hands into his trouser pockets he sauntered over to the window and looked out at the night. Against the pale luminosity of starshine he was a lean, dominant silhouette.

      Abby dragged in a slow, difficult breath, aching with a sense of loss, of defeat and pain, with the knowledge of wasted years that were gone for ever and a future that would never happen. She had no other choice; losing Michael would tear her heart to shreds, and for his sake she had to endure whatever this cold, judgmental aristocrat decided to dish out.

      Over his shoulder, he said, ‘You’ve got ten seconds to make up your mind.’

      Anger revived her, giving her a spurious energy that helped her say woodenly, ‘It won’t work.’

      ‘Don’t look at me with those huge, horrified eyes,’ he said, his negligent tone as much an insult as his careless survey of her. ‘You’ll be quite safe.’

      Colour burned up through her skin. He thought she was afraid for her virtue, and his tone made it clear that she didn’t attract him in the least. Humiliated, she snapped, ‘I suppose if we move into your house you’ll insist on a nanny, and after Michael’s got accustomed to her you’ll force me to leave.’

      ‘You sound like an actor in a Victorian melodrama. There won’t be a nanny unless you want one.’ Mockery laced his voice as he turned and examined her, his smile as lethal as a sword-blade. When she remained silent he added, ‘I assume you do want the best for Michael?’

      ‘You know I do,’ she whispered, frightened by the forbidden excitement that gripped her. ‘But not if it means living in the same house as you.’

      He shrugged negligently, obviously not in the least affected by her swift, harsh rejection. ‘But you’ll do it—for his sake.’ He watched her white face with cruel detachment. ‘We’ll make it legal with a cast-iron contract, and if you behave yourself and concentrate on Michael’s welfare, there’ll even be a cut-off date—say, when he finishes secondary education. In return I’ll pay an allowance that will keep you in clothes that suit you and let you grow out your hair. Dying it must have been the ultimate sacrifice.’

      ‘It didn’t worry me in the least,’ she said flatly.

      Clearly he didn’t believe her, because her words produced another cold, enigmatic smile. ‘Hard to believe, Abby. And you might as well take off those spectacles too. I know they’re not necessary.’

      Slowly СКАЧАТЬ