‘I haven’t felt this way about anyone before,’ Brett said. She drew a quick gulp of air and her reeling senses came back to earth. ‘And you’ve had plenty to choose from, I suppose.’ The harsh words hit him like a slap across the face. “I’ve never tried to pretend anything different,” he defended, a hurt expression in his eyes. “Look, you may be innocent or try to give the impression of being innocent but I know a true response when I feel it. Yes, OK, call it experience. Tell me, do you intend going through your entire life celibate and end up a sour spinster?’ ‘I think I'd better go,’ she said, bristling at his accusation. ‘Kerrien, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it. I want you Kerrien, on whatever terms you insist on making. Think about it. I can offer you everything you’ve always wanted.’ His face looked almost child-like in its pleading, like Ben or Jodie begging for just a few minutes longer, before going to bed. She almost smiled at the thought. They may want to stay up longer, Br
Sleep was impossible and Kerrien paced her room for much of the night. Ashton was evidently going through some personal crisis which seemed to exclude both herself and the children. What was he talking about with her and Brett? News? Excited? He could only think that they were getting engaged. She wondered where he had got that idea. It was the very last thing she would have wanted him to think, when all the time she desperately wanted jum. She also wished that his future with Martine was less certain. Double wedding indeed! Ashton said little the next morning before rushing off to work. She caught him staring at her a couple of times, as if looking for some clue in her face. If he believed something special had recently happened to her, he did not voice his thoughts. ‘I won’t be home for lunch and don’t wait dinner for me tonight. I may be out. Have you decided when you’re going out at the weekend?’ he asked. ‘Saturday, if that’s OK,’ she replied. ‘I'll organize things before I go
‘G’day Kerrien, my darling girl, had a nice time?’ She was nodding and smiling encouragingly but Kerrien could say nothing. ‘Lovely day, thank you. It’s good of you to feed me again,’ she added. “Come on in. Make yourself at home,” she urged. ‘Must use the bathroom, if I may,’ Kerrien asked. Brett shoved his mother out of the room and Kerrien could hear the whispered voices rising and falling. ‘For heaven’s sake boy, do I get the champagne out or not?'*I don’t know Mum, she hasn’t given me an answer yet.” Kerrien listened in growing discomfort. She was beginning to feel coerced, trapped. If she said yes, it was going to be for all the wrong reasons. If she said no, she might just be acting foolishly out of some misplaced sense of romanticism. She went slowly back to the family room, where Brett was waiting for her. ‘Do I get my answer yet?’ he asked. The blue eyes were shuttered and she could read nothing from them. “Yes Brett, yes I will marry you.’ She wondered why she didn
SYNOPSIS ‘What about us Guy? Don’t you care about me and the baby?’ When I was asked to act as a kissogram for dishy Guy Hamilton, I didn’t mind. After all, I was doing it for charity. But somehow things didn’t turn out quite as expected. Guy looked much too angry when he saw me, so I decided to tease him a little. Unfortunately the plan backfired, and now I’m stuck in Arabia with him and his maddening teenage daughter! Still, it could be worse; I could have fallen for him and he could be carving my name - Claudia Maitland - on his bedpost. He’s way out of my league and I know I’d never be able to hold him. So why oh why do I keep hoping that this holiday will last forever?CHAPTER 1Long before the taxi pulled up outside the restaurant, Claudia was having second thoughts. Third and fourth thoughts too.By the time it stopped her mouth felt like freeze-dried sawdust. Even now, it would be so easy to run away. One horrified gasp while she was paying the cabbie and a neat little fib a
Suddenly she could just hear Kate’s voice. Her friend Kate had her own way of grading men. It went like this:Category One: Not worth shaving your legs for. (Ninety per cent of men fell into this category)Category Two: Worth shaving your legs for, but only if you’re wearing a skirt.Category Three: Worth shaving your legs for whatever you’re wearing.Category Four: Worth having your legs waxed for, and a cellulite treatment thrown in.‘Definitely a four,’ Kate would have said, with more than a hint of yum-yum in her voice.She had to admit that Kate would be right. If you were into that brand of dark and rather intimidating masculinity, of course.‘You didn’t come here to pass the time of day,’ she remarked. ‘Would you like to state your business?’‘Idle curiosity,’ he mused, still scanning the posters. ‘I was wondering what kind of primeval lowlife makes a living like this.’However heartily she agreed with him that Ryan was a superlative example of primeval lowlife, it wouldn’t do
‘No, but I’ve watched that chap on the telly who exposes posh crooks. They all sound like old Etonians and keep racehorses and stuff and their kids belong to the Pony Club.’Claudia barely heard her. ‘Mmm.’‘Where’s that photo?’ Kate demanded. ‘I’ll be able to tell if he’s dodgy. I can spot dodgy men at fifty paces with my eyes closed.’‘I keep telling you, he doesn’t look dodgy.’‘Show me anyway. I’m dying to see what he looks like.’‘I must have left it in the taxi. Can’t find it anywhere.’ This was a big fat lie. The photo was safely tucked in the zip pocket of her bag, along with might-have-to-take-it- back receipts and dry-cleaning tickets. She had not shown it to Kate for the simple reason that Kate’s eyes would spark instantly like a faulty fuse-box. She’d say things like, ‘Wow! I wouldn’t mind playing sardines-in-the-dark with him,’ and the fluttery feelings Claudia had felt in the office would return, redoubled. And Kate would know, and then there would be no peace.‘You’re h
How often had her mother said that? And how often had Claudia replied, ‘Mum, you’d be a gift to any con-man with lovely manners and “good family” shoes.’‘Sorry I’m a bit late,’ she said, taking the seat opposite. ‘The underground was murder. A heaving mass of humanity off to do its Christmas shopping.’He put his FT on a spare chair. ‘You should have taken a cab.’She nearly said, I’m trying to save money, not squander it, but desisted. ‘The traffic’s even more murderous than the tube. Last time I took a cab on a wet Saturday morning, the driver cursed all the way. He possessed the most colourful repertoire of curses, but since they were mostly muttered, I couldn’t quite catch them all. It was maddening.’One corner of his mouth lifted in the half-smile she was beginning to associate with him. Did he ever smile properly? she wondered. Or was the other side of his mouth permanently fixed in world-weary mode?‘Have a drink,’ he said.There was no classic suit this time, and no suede ja
‘Is that a yes?’‘I’m afraid not. I have every sympathy for you,’ she went on quickly, ‘but I just couldn’t play the bossy, big- sisterish, have-you-done-your-history-type figure. It would go right against the grain.’‘That’s only one aspect. Even if she were as earnest and studious as her headmistress would wish, she’d be fed up on her own all day. I’m not entirely unfeeling.’She was not convinced. ‘She’d hate me on principle.’‘She would at first, but she’ll have a sneaking respect for anyone with the nerve to strip off in a top-notch eatery.’‘I did not strip off ’ Much to her annoyance, she coloured faintly at the mere ghastly memory. She might as well have stripped right off, the way they’d all reacted. The silk teddy had felt like a G-string.‘You know what I mean.’ He leaned back, scanning her face so minutely she felt he could see right into her head. ‘By your own admission, you loathed it. Can you really face doing that again? Can you face being groped and squeezed and slobb