The Prodigal Prince's Seduction / The Heir's Scandalous Affair. Оливия Гейтс
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СКАЧАТЬ She swayed against the door frame and her eyes closed as tears burned against the insides of her eyelids and stung her throat. The combined shock of seeing Tom on top of her worries about Ed were too much to take in. Covering her mouth with her hand, she tried to hold her emotions in check, but beneath her fingers her lips twisted as she struggled not to cry.

      Tom’s throat worked. His dark eyes shimmered as he said, ‘Please accept my sympathy, Mary. Ed was—the best.’

      ‘Don’t say that. You make it sound like he’s dead.’

      He frowned. ‘But—’

      She shook her head. ‘He’s only missing. I haven’t given up hope. I’m sure he’ll be found, that he’ll come back.’

      ‘Yes, of course. I understand.’ Tom’s eyes avoided hers and his tone implied that he understood her words but didn’t quite agree with her.

      There was an awkward pause while he stood on her doorstep and she stood with her hand on the door, knowing that if he were any other man she would invite him inside. But inviting Tom into her home seemed impossible. It felt too momentous, too meaningful.

      ‘What about you, Tom? Are you married?’

      ‘No.’

      The single syllable seemed to hang in the warm July air the way the boom of a brass gong lingers.

      Mary groped for another question. ‘So…What have you been doing?’

      His mouth twisted into a bitter smile. ‘Same as your husband—defending the free world.’ For a moment he studied her with hard, dark eyes. ‘I have something for your son,’ he said. ‘Ed wanted me to bring it to him.’

      At the mention of Ethan, Mary felt a fresh surge of dismay. Her stomach churned. Their gazes locked and her cheeks burned as years of silence and buried emotions hung in the air between them. So many unanswered questions…

      After all this time…What was Tom thinking? What was he feeling? What did he expect from her?

      She turned back and could see through the house to the family room. Ethan was lying upside-down on the beanbag, laughing at the antics on the television screen. Already he looked much brighter than he had at breakfast.

      ‘Ethan’s home from school today,’ she told Tom. ‘He has a cold.’

      ‘Would it be better if I waited till he’s feeling better?’

      Goodness, that would mean seeing Tom again. Was that wise? ‘How long will you be here?’

      ‘Just a few days.’

      ‘Well, I don’t want to mess you around. I’m sure you have lots of other things you want to do. And if you’ve brought Ethan a gift from his father it might cheer him up.’

      ‘It’s a watch.’ Tom patted his pocket.

      ‘A watch?’

      ‘I believe it’s the McBride family watch.’

      ‘Oh, no!’ Ed treasured that watch; it was his talisman. To have it returned seemed so symbolic. A tangible sign. Surely it meant that he must be dead.

      This time Mary couldn’t hold back her tears. She covered her face with both hands.

      ‘Mary—’

      She could hear Tom’s voice. His hand patted her arm tentatively and for a brief moment she thought how comforting it would be to cry on his shoulder. But, heavens, how inappropriate.

      She sniffed loudly and dragged her arm over her face, trying to wipe her tears away on the sleeve of her shirt. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘I’m not usually so fragile. It’s such a strain, waiting to hear.’

      ‘I’m sure it must be. Look, I’ll just give the watch to you. I don’t want to upset your son. And if he’s not well he wouldn’t want to have to meet a stranger.’

      ‘That might be best.’

      He reached into his shirt pocket and extracted a bulky envelope. ‘There’s no fancy packaging, I’m afraid.’

      ‘Thank you,’ she said softly, staring at the packet he held out to her, almost afraid to touch it. But as her fingers closed around it she said, ‘I don’t understand how Ed could give you this if he’s disappeared.’

      Tom grimaced. ‘He wanted me to keep it safe for him till he got back from his last mission.’

      ‘But he didn’t come back?’

      ‘No.’ He avoided eye contact and bent down quickly. For the first time she saw a box-shaped parcel covered in brown paper on the step at his feet. ‘I knew the watch wouldn’t mean a great deal to a little kid, so I bought him something else as well. A toy.’

      ‘Tom, that’s so thoughtful.’

      He gave a dismissive shrug. ‘It’s no big deal. Ed and I were good mates so I wanted to do something for his son.’

      Suddenly it felt wrong to keep this man standing on her doorstep. She had to forget about the past and the wild riot of feelings that tumbled through her. The past was behind them and the sane thing to do was to leave it there, locked away.

      Her life and Tom’s had taken different paths and they were different people now. These days Tom Pirelli was a good friend of her husband and he’d very thoughtfully brought Ed’s son a gift.

      That was how things were and how they must remain. Nothing more complicated than that.

      She gestured to the box. ‘This is very kind of you, Tom. You must come inside and give it to Ethan.’

      ‘Are you sure it’s OK?’

      ‘Absolutely. I’ll make some fresh coffee.’

      ‘I must say I’d like to meet Ed’s boy.’

      Mary stepped back to allow Tom entry, and as he walked past her into the hall she drew a sharp breath. He was taller and more broad-shouldered than Ed and he seemed to fill the narrow hallway.

      With the front door closed behind them she took Tom through to the kitchen, where the breakfast things were still on the table. Then she put the packet with Ed’s watch on the counter and resisted the impulse to dash about madly trying to clear away cups and bowls and cereal packets. She didn’t have to impress Tom; he hadn’t come to check out her homemaking skills.

      He stood in the middle of the room, holding the boxed gift in both hands.

      ‘Ethan,’ Mary called. ‘We have a visitor.’

      As the boy came running into the room her heart jolted painfully. Had Ed told Tom that he wasn’t Ethan’s biological father? She glanced from her son to Tom and saw the intense expression on Tom’s face as he stared at the boy.

      Oh, Tom, don’t look like that.

      For one horrible moment she thought the storm inside her might СКАЧАТЬ