of cardiac problem, wasn’t it?”
“Yes. Fortunately his willpower was stronger than his heart. He made an amazing recovery.”
She made a face. “He’s the type who would.”
Too amused by her candor to take offense, he said, “You don’t much like him, do you?”
“No,” she said bluntly. “He never thought the Leightons were good enough to be associated with the Raineros.”
“As he got to know your sister better, he changed his mind about that. He even went so far as to say she was like a daughter to him.”
“I suppose he didn’t have much choice but to accept her. At least she didn’t put his life at risk, the way you say you did. Exactly how did you bring that about, by the way?”
“I publicly embarrassed him. He is a very proud man—too proud, some, including you, might say. But he was always aloving father, and it hurt him very deeply when I showed myself to be less than deserving of his affection, let alone his trust.”
“You appear to get along well enough now. How did you redeem yourself?”
“I accepted responsibility for my actions. Instead of taking for granted the privileges that came of being the son of wealthy parents, I started earning them. I took my intended place in the family business.”
“Sat behind a fancy desk in a fancy office, and dished out orders to underlings, you mean?” she said scornfully.
“No, Caroline. I started at the bottom, taking orders and learning from men often younger than myself, and worked my way into a position of authority only after I’d earned their respect. To coin a phrase often used in America, I smartened up.”
“Better late than never, I suppose.”
This time, he understood her tone, and the oddly closed expression on her face. “Yes,” he said. “And that brings me to a subject we’ve both avoided mentioning, except briefly. I refer, of course, to the night of my brother’s wedding.”
She went to pull her arm free of his. “I really don’t want to talk about that again.”
Trapping her hand, he said, “I’m afraid we must. At the very least, allow me to apologize. I deeply regret having behaved the way I did. I’m afraid I treated you very unfairly that night.”
“You did a lot more than that!” she cried heatedly, then clapped a hand to her mouth as if she’d accidentally bitten off the end of her tongue and was trying to stem the flow of blood.
Curious at her outburst, he said, “What do you mean, Caroline?”
“Never mind,” she mumbled. “It doesn’t matter.”
“If it can cause you such distress all these years later, it certainly does.” Tugging her to a stop, he turned her to face him. “What were my other sins?”
“Well, you’re so proud of how smart you are, so figure it out for yourself, for heaven’s sake!” All flushed and flustered, she glared at him. “It wasn’t just that night, it was…it was the next day…and the next week.”
Again, she seemed on the brink of some revelation which, at the last second, she thought better of. “But we were together just that one time, Caroline.”
“Yes, and you couldn’t have made it any clearer I’d better not expect a repeat performance!”
“Did you want one?” he asked, refusing to acknowledge the untoward stirring of desire such a prospect inspired.
“Absolutely not!” she said, vehemently. “But that was no reason for you to parade another woman under my nose.”
“There were always other women in those days, cara. ”
“And you made it abundantly clear that I was just one of them.”
“ Mea culpa! My behavior was inexcusable.” He cupped her chin, again forcing her to meet his gaze. “But without trying to shift blame, I feel justified in pointing out that you were not entirely without fault. You let me believe you were sexually experienced when, in fact, you were anything but.”
“I’m surprised you even remember!”
“Such bitterness, so long after the fact, is out of all proportion to the incident,” he
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