‘Why didn’t you let us know you were coming?’ Her father gave her a brief, quizzical look as he received his own hug before turning his attention to their guest. ‘Mr Smith—it’s good to see you again.’ He shook the younger man warmly by the hand.‘Helena wanted to surprise you both,’ Bryan answered smoothly when it became obvious Helena was at a loss as to how to begin telling her parents of the reason for their visit.‘Well, she succeeded.’ Joey Botch, a tall, thin, slightly weathered-looking man, after hours of working outdoors with his horses, with blond hair liberally streaked with grey and eyes of twinkling green, gave his daughter an indulgent smile before indicating they should all sit down in the comfortably worn chairs in the family’s informal sitting room.Bryan waited until Helena had seated herself on the edge of the faded gold-coloured sofa before deliberately sitting down next t
Helena turned back to her father, and the gentle questioning in his eyes was almost her undoing. It would have been her undoing if at that moment she hadn’t heard the door to her grandfather’s study being opened and then closed again with studied force, followed by the sound of someone walking down the carpeted hallway.Who—?A grimly satisfied Bryan entered the room. ‘Major Boschhas decided not to join us, after all,’ he announced.There was complete silence in the room, and then Joey burst into appreciative laughter. ‘I have no idea what you said to my father, Bryan, but anyone who can best him in an argument—I take it you did best him?’ He waited for Bryan’s nod before continuing. ‘Then you deserve a medal!’ he exclaimed, and he crossed the room to slap the younger man on the back.Joey Botch’s lack of rancour on his father’s behalf came as no surprise to Bryan now that he understood the overbearing way in which Helenael Boschhad ruled this household for the last twenty-five years.
He smiled. ‘It means that I know you are not in love with me yet, but that I hope, given time, to persuade you into loving me as much as I love you. And I do love you—a great deal, Helena,’ he added throatily. ‘I love you as I never thought I would love anyone,’ he told her intently. ‘I love you more than life itself!’Helena stared at him, completely dumbstruck, completely overwhelmed! ‘I—But—You can’t love me!’ she finally managed to gasp.Bryan’s smile deepened. ‘The fact that you are the only person I know who would dare to tell me who I can or cannot love is one of the reasons that I do love you.’‘But—but you never even approved of me as a friend for Emma.’‘I was guilty of that arrogance, yes.’‘And even less so after my marriage and divorce,’ she continued, frowning now.He drew in a sharp breath. ‘You are in no way responsible for the brevity of your marriage to Peter Mollan!’ he told her harshly.Helena looked up at him cautiously, seeing the fierce anger in his gaze. And yet
The shrill sound of the telephone jolted Pamela from her sleep, but she didn’t need to check the caller ID to know who was on the other end. Who else would dare call her at this ungodly hour but the man who believed he had the right to do as he pleased, whenever he pleased? And more often than not, he did just that.Theodore, the notorious "Playboy Prince." Or, to use his full and rather grandiose title, Prince Theodore Kaid, the infamous, seductive, and impossibly handsome Prince of Khoshorbhan. The boss, and though he wasn't quite from hell, he certainly seemed to originate from a place just as dark and complicated.She glanced at the clock, noting with a groan that it was four in the morning. “Jesus…it's too early…” she groaned. Even for Prince Theodore, this was an early call. Stifling a yawn, she picked up the phone, curiosity and irritation mingling as she wondered what kind of chaos he had embroiled himself in this time.Had some fresh scandal about him broken out, likely fuele
What if...? Pamela swallowed the bitter taste of fear. What if her charismatic boss was in serious danger? What would she do if he was in a life-threatening condition? If he... he...She had never thought of Theodore as mortal before, and now she couldn't think of anything else. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard the blaring horn of a passing car, and she tightened her grip on the steering wheel. There was no point in thinking negatively. Whatever had happened, he would pull through—just like he always did. Theodore was as strong as a lion, and she couldn’t imagine anything dimming his magnificent strength.A dull rain was spattering against the windscreen as she pulled into the hospital car park. It was still so early that the morning staff hadn’t arrived yet. The whole building seemed eerily quiet as she entered, which only increased her growing sense of foreboding. Silently, she hurried down the bright corridors towards the A&E department until she reached the main desk.A nur
His eyes opened, surprising a look of such darkened fear in her gaze that he was momentarily taken aback. He studied the soft quiver of her lips and felt the tiptoeing of something unfamiliar on his skin. Was that really Pamela?‘Don’t worry. I’m not about to die,’ he drawled. And then, despite the terrible aching at his temples, he allowed just the right pause for maximum effect before directing a mocking question at the woman in uniform who was standing beside his bed, her fingertips counting the hammering of his pulse. ‘Am I, Nurse?’Pamela inexplicably found herself seething with anger towards Theodore for displaying his trademark arrogance. He could have risked his life, yet there he was, casually flirting with the nurse! Why had she wasted any time feeling sentimental towards him when she should have known he was as unbreakable as stone? He showed about as much emotion as a rock, after all! She wanted to caution him against his flippant behaviour—but realising it might only agita
"Pyjamas?" His lips curled upwards, forming a smile that carried a hint of amusement, almost as if he found her suggestion incredulous. His lazy gaze glittered with a subtle mockery that didn't escape her notice, stirring an unexpected flurry in Pamela's heart—a mix of apprehension and something she vehemently denied as excitement. Her frustration mounted at her own reaction; could he see through her facade? Was that why his smirk widened, morphing into an arrogant curve that irked her further?"I suppose you don't envision me as a man who lounges in pyjamas, Pamela?" His tone held a teasing edge, clearly enjoying the game of perceptions between them.Her response came sharp and defensive, masking the unexpected flutter in her chest. "Your choice of sleep attire hasn't exactly been on my mind, but I'll take that as a resounding no. Anything else you need?" Her words carried a touch of irritation, masking the underlying tension that seemed to crackle between them.Theodore winced inward
Theodore had been transferred to a different side ward, and Pamela walked in to see a small gaggle of doctors gathered around the foot of his bed. There was an unmistakable air of tension in the room.She shot a glance at her boss, who was sitting up in bed, unshaven and unashamedly bare-chested—the vulnerability of yesterday nothing but a distant memory. His black eyes glittered with displeasure as he saw her, and his voice was cool.‘Ah, Pamela. At last.’‘Is something wrong?’ she asked.‘Damned right there is.’A tall, bespectacled man detached himself from the group, extending his hand and introducing himself as the consultant. ‘You’re his partner?’ he asked Pamela, as he glanced down at the overnight bag she was carrying.Pamela went bright red, and she couldn’t miss the narrow-eyed look which Theodore angled in her direction. But for some reason she was glad that she wasn’t the same wild-haired scarecrow she’d been in the middle of the night. That she’d taken the care to wash an