the absence of a lock on the door was no problem either, was it? He wouldnât try to claim his conjugal rights.
He didnât want his rights. He couldnât care less.
Â
Jake heard her thumping up the stairs, his mouth quirking with a reluctant smile. Her languid grace had always been part of her fabled mystique, and now she was clumping around like an ill-disciplined hoyden in hobnailed boots. She who had always been so poised, so amiably cooperative, had developed a will of her ownâif his hijacking was anything to go onânot to mention a sharp little tongue.
She must have been desperate to try and work things out between them to have pulled a stunt like this.
He still didnât want to think about the ramifications, but knew he had to. And, letâs face it, he hadnât made it easy for her to approach him in a more conventional mannerâout of the country far more than he was in it, deliberately avoiding her and anyone who knew her.
He finished the remains of his brandy and leaned back in the chair, long fingers toying with the stern of the glass, his mind absorbed.
Over the past year heâd avoided all contact and allowed her none. His solicitor had paid her allowance into her bank account each month, and those of his staff who knew his movements had been instructed to be politely noncommittal if his estranged wife had ever shown any desire to know his whereabouts.
As far as he knew, she never had. It had appeared that she, too, had written their three years of marriage off as experienceâone, in his case, never to be repeatedâand was getting on with her life, with the resumption both of her modelling career and her steamy, hole-and-corner affair with the much-married Maclaine.
His mouth tightened. He could never forgive that ugly betrayal, her cold-blooded deceit. Never!
He pushed the empty glass across the table, picked up her untouched one, swallowed the contents in one long draught and snapped to his feet.
However long and loudly she protested he couldnât believe she was an innocent victim of sibling mischief. For one thing, his sister knew better than to take it into her head to meddle with his life. She knew he refused to have Bellaâs name mentioned in his presence.
He was sure Bella had set the whole thing up, somehow convincing Kitty that deceiving him into coming here was in his best interests. Not too difficult a task to accomplish, given the way sheâd pulled the wool over his eyes through three years of marriage!
Well, sheâd wanted him here and now sheâd got him here, so they might as well have things out in the open. And whatever her reasons, and however desperate those reasons were, he had one answer only.
There was no going back. It was over. If she had any doubts at all it was time they were knocked on the head. And there was no time like the present...
He squared his shoulders and strode to the stairs.
CHAPTER FOUR
B ELLA was too strung up to sleep. In any case, it was hours before her normal bedtime. The paperback sheâd brought along to read wasnât making any sense. The words slid past her eyes. She was taking nothing in. She closed the book and shivered.
The room was cold, and to make matters worse sheâd discovered that Evieârot her socks!âhad performed yet another major interfering act. Her devious little sister must have sneaked into her room at home while Bella had been in the shower and replaced the old, cosy pyjamas sheâd packed herself with slivers of sheer silk and laceâthe sort of seductive nonsense she hadnât worn since she and Jake had been living together.
Her first defiant thought had been to go to bed in the leggings and woolly sweater she was wearing. Every last thing sheâd bundled into the canvas bag the previous evening had been replaced.
No serviceable jeans and cosy sweaters to be found, just fabulous designer gear, almost forgotten leftovers from her time
He didnât want his rights. He couldnât care less.
Â
Jake heard her thumping up the stairs, his mouth quirking with a reluctant smile. Her languid grace had always been part of her fabled mystique, and now she was clumping around like an ill-disciplined hoyden in hobnailed boots. She who had always been so poised, so amiably cooperative, had developed a will of her ownâif his hijacking was anything to go onânot to mention a sharp little tongue.
She must have been desperate to try and work things out between them to have pulled a stunt like this.
He still didnât want to think about the ramifications, but knew he had to. And, letâs face it, he hadnât made it easy for her to approach him in a more conventional mannerâout of the country far more than he was in it, deliberately avoiding her and anyone who knew her.
He finished the remains of his brandy and leaned back in the chair, long fingers toying with the stern of the glass, his mind absorbed.
Over the past year heâd avoided all contact and allowed her none. His solicitor had paid her allowance into her bank account each month, and those of his staff who knew his movements had been instructed to be politely noncommittal if his estranged wife had ever shown any desire to know his whereabouts.
As far as he knew, she never had. It had appeared that she, too, had written their three years of marriage off as experienceâone, in his case, never to be repeatedâand was getting on with her life, with the resumption both of her modelling career and her steamy, hole-and-corner affair with the much-married Maclaine.
His mouth tightened. He could never forgive that ugly betrayal, her cold-blooded deceit. Never!
He pushed the empty glass across the table, picked up her untouched one, swallowed the contents in one long draught and snapped to his feet.
However long and loudly she protested he couldnât believe she was an innocent victim of sibling mischief. For one thing, his sister knew better than to take it into her head to meddle with his life. She knew he refused to have Bellaâs name mentioned in his presence.
He was sure Bella had set the whole thing up, somehow convincing Kitty that deceiving him into coming here was in his best interests. Not too difficult a task to accomplish, given the way sheâd pulled the wool over his eyes through three years of marriage!
Well, sheâd wanted him here and now sheâd got him here, so they might as well have things out in the open. And whatever her reasons, and however desperate those reasons were, he had one answer only.
There was no going back. It was over. If she had any doubts at all it was time they were knocked on the head. And there was no time like the present...
He squared his shoulders and strode to the stairs.
CHAPTER FOUR
B ELLA was too strung up to sleep. In any case, it was hours before her normal bedtime. The paperback sheâd brought along to read wasnât making any sense. The words slid past her eyes. She was taking nothing in. She closed the book and shivered.
The room was cold, and to make matters worse sheâd discovered that Evieârot her socks!âhad performed yet another major interfering act. Her devious little sister must have sneaked into her room at home while Bella had been in the shower and replaced the old, cosy pyjamas sheâd packed herself with slivers of sheer silk and laceâthe sort of seductive nonsense she hadnât worn since she and Jake had been living together.
Her first defiant thought had been to go to bed in the leggings and woolly sweater she was wearing. Every last thing sheâd bundled into the canvas bag the previous evening had been replaced.
No serviceable jeans and cosy sweaters to be found, just fabulous designer gear, almost forgotten leftovers from her time
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