A Deal To Mend Their Marriage. Michelle Douglas

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      Those blue eyes softened for a moment, and it felt as if the sun shone with a mad midday warmth rather than afternoon mildness.

      ‘I am sorry for that,’ he said.

      She glanced away and the chill returned to the air. ‘Thank you.’

      The one thing the men in her life had in common was their inability to compromise. She couldn’t forget that.

      ‘So, hearing about my father’s death...?’ she prompted.

      He enunciated his next words very carefully and she could almost see him weighing them.

      ‘It started me thinking about endings.’

      Caro flinched, throwing up her arm as if to ward off a blow. She couldn’t help it.

      ‘For pity’s sake, Caro!’ He planted his legs. ‘This can’t come as a surprise to you.’

      He was talking about divorce, and it shouldn’t come as a shock, but a howling started up inside her as something buried in a deep, secret place cracked, breaking with a pain she found hard to breathe through.

      ‘Are you going to faint?’

      Anger laced his words and it put steel back in her spine. ‘Of course not.’

      She lifted her chin, still struggling for breath as the knowledge filtered through her that just as she’d harboured secret hopes of reconciling with her father, so she had harboured similar hopes where Jack was concerned.

      Really? How could you be so...optimistic?

      She waved a hand in front of her face. The sooner those hopes were routed and dashed, the better. She would never trust this man with her heart again.

      She lifted her chin another notch against the anger in his eyes. ‘You’ll have to forgive me. It’s been something of a morning. We had the reading of my father’s will yesterday. Things have been a little...fraught since.’

      He rubbed a fist across his mouth, his eyes hooded. ‘I’m sorry. If I’d known, I’d have given you another few weeks before approaching you with this.’ His anger had faded but a hardness remained. His lips tightened as he glanced around. ‘And I should’ve found a better place to discuss the issue than in the middle of Westminster Bridge.’

      She had a feeling her reaction would have been the same, regardless of the where or when. ‘You’ve just been to my flat?’ she asked.

      He nodded. ‘I was going to catch the tube up to Bond Street.’ It was the closest underground station to where she worked. ‘But...’

      ‘But the Jubilee Line is closed due to a suspicious package at Green Park Station,’ she finished for him. It was why she was walking. That and the need for fresh air. ‘I’m on my way to the flat now. We can walk. Or would you prefer to take a cab?’

      * * *

      Jack didn’t like Caro’s pallor. Rather than answer verbally, he hailed a passing cab and bundled her into it before the motorists on the bridge could start tooting their horns. The sooner this was over, the better.

      Caro gave the driver her address and then settled in her seat and stared out of the side window. He did the same on his side of the cab, but he didn’t notice the scenery. What rose up in his mind’s eye was the image of Caro when he’d first laid eyes on her—and the punching need to kiss her that had almost overwhelmed him. A need that lingered with an off-putting urgency.

      He gritted his teeth against it and risked a glance at her. She’d changed.

      It’s been five years, pal, what did you expect?

      He hadn’t expected to want her with the same ferocity now as he had back then.

      He swallowed. She’d developed more gloss...more presence. She’d put on a bit of weight and it suited her. Five years ago he’d thought her physically perfect, but she looked even better now and every hormone in his body hollered that message out, loud and clear.

      After five years his lust should have died a natural death, surely? If not that then it should at least have abated.

      Hysterical laughter sounded in the back of his mind.

      Caro suddenly swung to him and he prayed to God that he hadn’t made some noise that had betrayed him.

      ‘I hear you’re running your own private investigation agency these days?’

      ‘You hear correctly.’

      Gold gleamed in the deep brown depths of her eyes. ‘I hear it’s very successful?’

      ‘It’s doing okay.’

      A hint of a smile touched her lips. She folded her arms and settled back in her seat.

      ‘Calculating the divorce settlement already, Caro?’

      Very slowly her smile widened, and his traitorous heart thumped in response.

      ‘Something like that,’ she purred. ‘Driver?’ She leaned forward. ‘Could you let us out at the bakery just up here on the right? I need to buy cake.’

      Cake? The Caro he knew didn’t eat cake.

      The Caro you knew was a figment of your imagination!

CHAPTER TWO

      ‘JACK, I FIND myself in a bit of a pickle.’

      Caro set a piece of cake on the coffee table in front of him, next to a steaming mug of coffee. She’d chosen a honey roll filled with a fat spiral of cream and dusted with glittering crystals of sugar.

      Jack stared at it and frowned. ‘Money?’

      ‘No, not money.’

      He picked up his coffee and glanced around. Her flat surprised him. It was so small. Still, it was comfortable. Her clothes weren’t cheap knock-offs either. No, Caro looked as quietly opulent as ever.

      She perched on the tub chair opposite him. ‘You seem a little hung up on the money issue.’

      Maybe because when they’d first met he hadn’t had any. At least not compared to Caro’s father.

      Don’t forget she was disinherited the moment she married you.

      She hadn’t so much as blinked an eye at the time. She’d said it didn’t matter. She’d said that given her and her father’s adversarial relationship it was inevitable. And he’d believed her.

      He bit back a sigh. Who knew? Maybe she’d even СКАЧАТЬ