Tall, Dark... Collection. Кэрол Мортимер

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СКАЧАТЬ as neither Hebe nor the man staring at her with a dazed look seemed able to speak.

      ‘Yes,’ the artist confirmed in a strangulated voice, not taking his gaze from Hebe for a moment.

      Nick knew how the other man felt—he didn’t want to stop looking at Hebe either!

      But he knew the other man’s fascination with Hebe was for quite another reason than his own…

      He recognised Andrew Southern from photographs he had seen, although he was older now, of course, the dark hair heavily peppered with grey, his handsome face weathered and lined, his eyes a deep, piercing grey.

      Hebe’s father. Or not.

      It didn’t really matter at that moment; the other man had cared enough, after receiving Hebe’s letter, to come to London in person rather than just writing back or telephoning.

      Hebe couldn’t be unaware of the relevance of that either.

      Hebe swallowed hard, unable to move or stop looking at the man who might be her real father. The two of them simply stared at each other.

      Andrew Southern was the first to recover, shaking his head ruefully. ‘Of course you aren’t Claudia,’ he murmured gruffly. ‘You’re far too young to be her. But the likeness…the likeness—’ He stopped as his voice broke emotionally.

      ‘Uncanny, isn’t it?’ Nick said bitterly.

      Hebe knew it was this likeness that had resulted in him making such a mistake where she was concerned—and Nick wasn’t a man who liked to make mistakes.

      ‘My name is Hebe,’ she told the older man huskily. ‘You received my letter?’

      ‘Yes,’ he breathed, and Hebe looked at him again. He was a man aged in his early fifties, tall and handsome, with grey eyes that seemed to see into the soul.

      An artist’s eyes, Hebe decided. Eyes that saw beyond the outer shell of a person into the very heart of them. As he had once seen beyond Claudia’s youthful recklessness…?

      ‘Would you like to come inside?’ she invited shyly as she pushed the flat door open, aware of Nick standing back until the older man had entered, and then following behind carrying the portrait.

       The portrait…!

      Nick anticipated Hebe’s request, placing the portrait on the table before removing the covering, then turning to look at the older man as he propped the portrait against the wall.

      Andrew Southern went even paler, seemingly possessed by the same stupor as first Hebe and then her parents had been on seeing the portrait.

      The difference was that this man had actually painted the picture, already knew every loving brushstroke, every soft nuance and shading of Claudia’s beautiful face and body.

      ‘I never thought I would see this portrait again,’Andrew Southern murmured as he gazed at it in wonder. ‘How did you get it?’ he breathed raggedly.

      Nick was the one to answer him. ‘I bought it from Jacob Gardner’s great-nephew after he died.’

      ‘Claudia!’Andrew’s voice broke emotionally. ‘I tried to buy it back from Jacob Gardner myself after—after Claudia left. But he refused to sell it to me.’

      ‘He never married,’ Nick told him quietly.

      ‘No.’ Andrew sighed. ‘How could any man after Claudia? My darling Claudia…!’ He buried his face in his hands and began to sob.

      This man, Nick knew with startling clarity, had loved Claudia with the same depth, the same deep need, with which he now loved Hebe.

      But for some as yet unexplained reason Andrew had lost his Claudia.

      Was Nick really going to allow the same thing to happen to him where Hebe was concerned?

      ‘I’m so sorry,’ Hebe murmured, and she moved forward to put a hand on Andrew Southern’s shaking shoulders.

      The artist looked up with a tear-ravaged face. ‘You’re sorry?’ he choked self-derisively. ‘I let this wonderful creature slip through my fingers like molten gold, and you’re sorry?’ He gave a self-disgusted shake of his head. ‘I should have acted sooner than I did. Should never—’ He broke off. ‘I’ve spent the last twenty-six years aching for just another glimpse of her, just to see her smile in that mischievous way of hers, to be able to hold her one more time!’

      No! Nick cried inwardly. He was not going to live his own life in that way—give Hebe up without even telling her how he felt about her. And if he tried hard enough he just might—might!—be able to convince her into caring for him with even a little of the deep love he felt for her.

      ‘Claudia is the reason you stopped appearing in public?’ Hebe prompted softly. ‘The reason you stopped painting portraits, too?’ she realized, with sudden insight.

      ‘Losing Claudia is the reason I gave up those things, yes,’ Andrew Southern confirmed gruffly. ‘I changed my life completely after what I had done!’

      Hebe looked at him quizzically. ‘What did you do?’

      He shook his head. ‘Claudia was engaged to marry Jacob Gardner when he commissioned me to paint her portrait, and I was married—if not happily—but it made no difference. We—we took one look at each other and neither Jacob nor my wife seemed to matter any more.’

      At last Hebe had a possible explanation as to why Claudia, after breaking off her engagement to Jacob Gardner, had left alone rather than with Andrew Southern. Because he’d already had a wife…

      ‘But why, if you loved each other, did you let her go off alone like that to have her baby?’ She frowned. ‘Or didn’t you love her enough to leave your wife, is that it?’

      All of this was starting to have a familiar ring to it as far as Hebe was concerned. History repeating itself. Well, not quite, she corrected herself. Nick didn’t love her, but he was leaving her to have her baby alone and going back to his ex-wife.

      ‘Of course I loved her enough to leave my wife!’ His eyes glittered emotionally. ‘But we argued. Claudia—she didn’t believe me when I said I would end my marriage to be with her. But I did end it. And I went to see her the same day to tell her I had, that I only wanted to be with her, wanted her to come and live with me. She didn’t tell me she was pregnant!’Andrew groaned fiercely. ‘She had been there the day before, but when I went back the next day to tell her I couldn’t live without her, that I loved her, she—she had gone. I never saw her again.’ He closed his eyes as if to shut out the pain.

      Except Nick knew that the older man couldn’t do that, and he couldn’t either. The image of Andrew’s Claudia, and Hebe for him, couldn’t be shut out. It was etched into the brain for all time.

      Claudia and Hebe were women the men in their lives loved for a lifetime.

      Jacob Gardner had continued to love Claudia even after she had betrayed and then left him. The portrait in his bedroom after all those years was evidence of that. And Andrew Southern’s pain at losing his Claudia was unmistakable. Nick knew without doubt that he loved Hebe СКАЧАТЬ