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Pagan Enchantment
Carole Mortimer


Carole Mortimer is one of Mills & Boon’s best loved Modern Romance authors. With nearly 200 books published and a career spanning 35 years, Mills & Boon are thrilled to present her complete works available to download for the very first time! Rediscover old favourites - and find new ones! - in this fabulous collection…Swept away by the millionaire…Promising young actress, Merry Charles, is beyond excited when celebrated movie director, Gideon Steele, arrives to see her play. She can’t help but dream that it’s so he can offer her a part in his next production.But that isn't what Gideon wants at all. In fact the reason he has come to see Merry is much more personal… Soon Merry finds herself being swept away to the Mediterranean on Gideon’s luxury yacht. And posing as Gideon’s girlfriend is only the first surprise…












Pagan Enchantment

Carole Mortimer







www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)




Table of Contents


Cover (#uf7006a8b-ad2b-53f8-9446-4f2001533fc1)

Title Page (#ucb4387f0-1bf9-5c92-8568-53e10eab84c2)

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

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CHAPTER ONE (#u8ff71d5a-6238-5c12-9663-e91187c7bec7)


�DID you see who was in the audience?’ Vanda asked excitedly at the end of the first act, as the two of them were changing for their next scene.

�Who?’ Merry asked wearily, knowing there was always supposed to be �someone’ in the audience. There rarely was, and somehow she doubted it very much for this play—it would probably be closed down within the week! A dozen or so inexperienced actors and actresses parading about the stage wearing weird clothes and having shocking coloured hair—her own was pink!—spouting inane dialogue to the meagre audience, was not something that was likely to attract the interest of anyone who really mattered. In fact, it no longer held her interest—and she was appearing in it!

�Gideon Steele!’ Vanda pulled on her own tight leather trousers and leather waistcoat, her hair bright orange, her own blonde hair hidden beneath the atrocious wig.

�Don’t be silly,’ Merry dismissed, putting on a similar outfit, hating the amount of bare flesh it left. This play might have paid her rent for the last month of rehearsal, but even though it would once more leave her one of the numerous unemployed, she would be glad when it came to an end. It would probably never have opened at all if Harry Anderson, the author, hadn’t been rich enough to pay to have it put on himself. All it had proved was that you could put anything on the stage if you had the money to pay for it. Nevertheless, the critics would close this play as soon as possible; even Harry Anderson couldn’t expect them to play to an empty theatre! Although having come to know Harry this last month she thought maybe that wasn’t so unbelievable. Left a millionaire many times over three years ago when only twenty-two, he had more money than sense, as her father would have put it.

As for Gideon Steele being in the audience, it was not only unlikely, it was highly ridiculous. He had won an Oscar last year for best film director, his work being highly acclaimed by fellow directors and critics alike. And he wouldn’t come to see a play like this. Besides, he was a film director, not a stage director.

�Handsome Harry said he is,’ Vanda used their pet name for Harry Anderson.

�Wishful thinking,’ Merry grimaced. �Come on, the second act is about to start. And in case you forgot, we should be on stage.’

�Okay,’ the other girl shrugged. �But take a look in the front row. I only saw him on the box last year at the awards, but I don’t normally forget a good-looking man,’ she gave an exaggerated leer, �and Gideon Steele is a handsome devil. In fact, he’s gorgeous! I’m sure it’s him. Your mascara has run.’ Vanda handed her a tissue. �God, this make-up is awful!’ She shook her head.

It certainly was. Stage make-up was always thick, necessarily so because of the lights, but as they played the parts of two showgirls their eye make-up was very thick too, their lip-gloss a deep slash of red across the mouth.

The second act went as badly as the first, and Merry saw several people actually get up and leave. But not the man sitting alone in the very front row, several vacant seats away from other people. She couldn’t see him clearly, just caught glimpses of him every now and then, a dark-haired man wearing glasses with tinted lenses, making it impossible for her to see the colour or expression of his eyes. He was sitting back in his seat, the ankle of one leg resting on the knee of the other one, the elbow of one arm resting on the side of the chair, his hand up over his mouth partly obscuring his face.

�Did you see him?’ Vanda asked as they came off to prepare for the third and final—perhaps in more ways than one!—act.

�I saw a man,’ Merry nodded. �But the way he’s hiding his face he could be anyone.’

Vanda giggled. �You’d probably hide your face too if you were Gideon Steele watching a play like this!’

�If he is Gideon Steele.’

�He is,’ Harry spoke from behind them.

Vanda spun round. �He is?’ her pretty face lit up, although she looked very garish in the bright make-up. �He really is?’ She grabbed Harry’s arm.

�Yes, darling, he really is,’ he drawled, his fair hair brushed back from a middle parting, a white silk scarf draped casually around his neck, falling loosely down over the black evening jacket he wore. His features were almost too perfect, making him occasionally look beautiful, like right now, aptly earning him the nickname of Handsome Harry. �But he isn’t here to see you,’ he told Vanda smugly. �He’s here to see Merry.’

Her head went up. �Me?’ she gasped. �You really mean me?’

�Well, he took me to one side and asked me to point out which one was Meredith Charles. He said you all looked alike,’ he added with a disgusted sniff.

Merry frowned. �But why would he want to see me?’ she puzzled.

�Use your head, darling,’ said Harry in his most affected drawl. �He’s casting his latest movie, maybe there’s a part in it for you.’

�Step on to my casting couch!’ Vanda giggled. �I might even be persuaded to do that for a man like him.’

�Really, darling,’ Harry drawled haughtily, �do have some class! That approach is old hat now. And you, darling,’ he spoke to Merry, �make a good impression, there’s a love.’

�“There’s a love”,’ Vanda mimicked softly as he moved away. �Do you know why he calls us all darling or love?’

�Why?’ Merry asked vaguely, wondering if Gideon Steele really did have her in mind for his next film. What a break that would be if he did. This awful play would have been worth it!

Vanda grimaced. �Because he can’t remember our names.’

�Who can’t?’ she frowned.

�Handsome Harry can’t. Hey, are you with me?’ her friend teased.

�Sorry,’ she smiled. �I was just—I can’t believe Gideon Steele asked to see me!’

�Fantastic, isn’t it?’ said Vanda without jealousy, her arm through the crook of Merry’s as they went to the dressing-room they shared with two other girls.

Merry was very nervous when she went back on stage, even more conscious of the man sitting alone in the front row. His hand was down from his face now, revealing deeply tanned skin, a long straight nose, the well-shaped mouth twisted derisively, the tinted glasses still hiding his eyes. Merry had always believed the eyes to be the mirrors of the soul, and without seeing his eyes she couldn’t begin to tell what he was thinking. But that derision on his mouth made her squirm.

By this time the theatre was slowly emptying, so that by the time they came to the end of the play the clapping in the darkened theatre sounded to be half a dozen people. And Gideon Steele wasn’t one of them, getting to his feet and going through the stage door to the right of him. Merry had a brief glimpse of him before the curtain came down, a tall powerfully built man, wearing fitted denims and a brown bomber jacket.

�Wonderful, darlings. Wonderful!’ Harry enthused ecstatically as they wandered off the stage.

�It may have escaped your notice, Harry,’ one of the male cast taunted, �but the damn theatre was empty by the time we got to the end!’

�Exactly!’ he cried. �That’s exactly the reaction I was looking for.’

�Idiot!’ hissed Vanda.

�I don’t know what you’re all complaining about,’ he snapped. �You have nothing to lose—–’

�Except their reputations as actors,’ drawled a sardonic voice.

�Gideon!’ Harry exclaimed with a smile. �My dear man! What did you think of it?’

Merry was busy studying the man she now knew was Gideon Steele. He stood only feet away from her, taller than any of the other men here, older too, with an aura of power and vitality that seemed to make him impatient with his surroundings. His hair was very dark, almost black, brushed casually back from his face and long over his collar and ears, the face hard, as if carved from granite, the glasses still in evidence and so shielding the expression of his eyes.

He looked at Harry unsmilingly. �It was trash,’ he said bluntly. �And that’s being kind.’

Harry’s mouth dropped open, a hurt look to his face. �Gideon …’

�And who gave you permission to call me your dear man, boy?’ he snapped, using his obvious seniority to humiliate the other man. �You ought to be put against a wall and shot for the setback you’ve given the reputation of the theatre tonight. In fact, I’d like to be the one to do the shooting,’ he derided harshly.

Several of the cast members turned away to hide their smiles, but not Merry. She knew the play was awful, that they must all have been mad to appear in it, that without his own money to back it Harry would never have got it as far as a theatre, but that didn’t excuse the way Gideon Steele was verbally humiliating the other man in front of everyone. It was cruel and unkind—but then Gideon Steele had a hardness about his mouth that seemed to indicate he enjoyed being cruel on occasion.

�I’m sure we all have our failures when we first start out,’ she heard herself say. �Even you, Mr Steele,’ she added softly, holding her breath at her own daring.

She had remembered something about Gideon Steele, something she had read about him once. He may be a highly acclaimed director now, but when he had started out fifteen years ago he had had an absolute disaster of a film, had had trouble getting finance for future films, and it had taken the succeeding five years to prove his skill. But he had been at the top of his profession for ten years now.

He looked over in her direction, everyone about them suddenly falling silent, the ones that had been rushing off to change now lingering on at the prospect of a heated exchange. �Touché, Miss …?’

�Charles,’ she supplied stiltedly.

His mouth tightened. �Meredith Charles?’

�Yes.’

He turned furiously to Harry. �You told me the one with the orange hair!’ he ground out.

Harry looked uncomfortable. �I’m sure I said pink … Does it matter?’ he shrugged dismissively.

The other man controlled his anger with effort. �Not now,’ he sighed. �I’d like to talk to you, Miss Charles,’ he told her impatiently.

The buzz of interest deepened about them, and Merry felt herself blush. Whatever he had to say surely shouldn’t be said in front of the rest of the cast?

Obviously he thought so too, for he took her arm in a firm grip to move her to one side of the corridor, out of earshot of the others, most of them starting to wander off to their dressing-rooms now, losing interest when it was obvious he had come to see Merry and not themselves.

�Do you mind?’ She shook off his hand, conscious of the speculative looks she was receiving; some of her fellow actors obviously doubted that this man’s interests were professional—as she did herself. He hadn’t even realised which one she was, had thought Vanda was her!

Someone pushed by them, momentarily knocking Gideon Steele off balance, so that for a moment Merry was crushed between the wall and the hardness of his body. She wasn’t very tall herself, only five feet two, and consequently her face was squashed against his chest, his thighs grinding into her.

�Hell!’ he muttered, moving back. �It’s impossible to talk here. Go and change, I’ll wait for you outside.’ He pushed the tinted glasses up the bridge of his arrogant nose. �Don’t be long.’

�Mr Steele!’ Her angry outburst stopped him in the process of turning to leave.

His brows rose. �Yes?’

She frowned her consternation. �I’m sure you’re a brilliant director, in fact, I know you are—–’

�You surprise me,’ he drawled, �after appearing in this garbage.’

Her eyes sparkled angrily. �I have to pay the rent, Mr Steele. And if appearing in this “garbage” can do that, then I’ll do it!’

His mouth twisted, his eyes just discernible now, although not the colour. �You had to be desperate.’

Merry’s mouth tightened at his insulting tone. �I’m not so desperate that I’ll meekly agree to meet you when I’ve changed! I’ve heard of Gideon Steele, of course, and Harry seems convinced you are who you say you are, but I think we’re all agreed that Harry is an idiot.’

�And after you defended him so bravely a few minutes ago,’ he taunted.

�You were ridiculing him!’

�He deserves to be ridiculed! If I had my way he would never be allowed near a theatre again,’ Gideon Steele bit out angrily.

Merry gave a half-smile. �He probably never will be.’

�No,’ he agreed ruefully. �So if you don’t think I’m Gideon Steele, just who am I?’ he mocked.

She shrugged. �I have no idea.’

�But you don’t intend meeting me later to find out?’

She looked at him unflinchingly. �No.’

�So I need someone—other than Harry Anderson,’ he derided, �to vouch for me?’

�There’s no need to go that far,’ she snapped. �Perhaps I could meet you somewhere tomorrow?’

He gave an impatient sigh. �Would you feel safer with me in daylight?’

�I would feel safer if I never saw you again,’ she told him coldly, her head at a haughty angle. �But if you really are Gideon Steele …?’

�Yes?’

�I would be a fool not to at least listen to what you have to say.’

�More so than you realise,’ he nodded grimly. �Okay, we’ll meet tomorrow. Do you have anywhere in mind?’

His derision rankled. After all, she hadn’t been born yesterday, and she had heard too many stories from friends of hers that had warned her to beware of the men who promised sudden fame. Even in this day and age it wasn’t unheard-of to be fooled by these men. She would be stupid to go off into the night with a man she didn’t even know.

�The Ritz, I think,’ she told him airily. �For lunch.’

His mouth twitched. �One o’clock?’

To his credit he hadn’t even flinched at her choice of one of London’s leading hotels and restaurants. Perhaps he was Gideon Steele after all; his arrogance certainly seemed to say he was.

�One o’clock will be fine,’ she nodded, deciding she had pushed her luck far enough for one day—or night. Goodness, she was tired, and if she didn’t soon get this heavy make-up off she would break out in a rash. �If you’ll excuse me …’

�Meredith—–’ his hand grasped her arm, the skin firm and tanned, with a light sprinkling of dark hair, the fingers long and tapered, very strong, as he held her immobile.

She looked from that hand into the hard, inflexible face. �Yes?’ She suddenly felt breathless.

�Don’t let me down,’ he instructed softly. �It’s too important. All right?’

�All—right,’ she nodded, wishing the tightness away from her chest. And miraculously it was as he released her. �Good—goodnight.’ She went into her dressing-room, not looking back, although she wanted to, if only to see if he were still there.

�Well?’ Vanda pounced on her excitedly as she entered the room, looking more like her normal self, her short blonde hair now in evidence, the thick make-up removed now, showing her own clear complexion and sparkling blue eyes.

�Well what?’ Merry said absently.

�Has he offered you a part in his next film?’

�Not yet.’

Vanda frowned. �What does that mean?’

She shrugged. �I don’t know. It’s eleven-thirty at night, much too late to be discussing anything. I’m exhausted! We’ve arranged to meet tomorrow,’ she revealed reluctantly, knowing Vanda wouldn’t rest until she knew everything. �For lunch,’ she supplied before the other girl asked, and pulled the pink wig off with a sigh of relief, taking the pins from her ebony-coloured hair, allowing it to cascade in gleaming waves down her back, the feathered fringe swept back either side of her small heart-shaped face. Next came the make-up, and her skin really started to feel uncomfortable. �Ugh!’ She removed the artificial lashes, cleansing her eyes of the black clog applied to them earlier, instantly looking more like her twenty years without the cheap image she had projected on stage.

�Sounds promising.’ Vanda sat cross-legged on the sofa that was pushed against one wall of the small room. The two girls were the only ones left, the others having already gone home.

�Mm, he said it was important,’ Merry said slowly.

�Even if it’s only a small part—–’

�Oh, it will be,’ Merry smiled ruefully, feeling more comfortable in her denims and casual blouse.

�But just to work for Gideon Steele—–’

�If he is Gideon Steele.’ She picked up her shoulder-bag. �Ready?’

Vanda followed her out of the theatre on their way to the Underground. �You surely don’t have any doubts about that?’ she frowned.

�Well, Harry’s hardly a good character witness,’ Merry derided. �We all know Liam only got the male lead in the play because he’s Harry’s “friend”.’

�But it was Gideon Steele. All six foot three, one hundred and seventy-five pounds, thirty-four years, black-haired, blue-eyed bachelor inch of him,’ Vanda finished breathlessly.

�Know a bit about him, do you?’ Merry teased.

�Not really,’ her friend said tongue-in-cheek. �His father is Samuel Steele, he owns one of the big airlines, I’m not sure which one. Well, I wasn’t really interested in his father,’ she protested at Merry’s mischievous derision.

�Of course not.’

Vanda grinned, sitting beside her on the Underground train. �He’s really rich, you know.’

�The father or the son?’ Merry mocked.

�Both. His father’s loaded, but Gideon Steele is rich in his own right now. And his films speak for themselves.’

Yes, they did. After that first youthful mistake, they had all been masterpieces in their own way, and last year’s Oscar had been well deserved. If she could get a part in one of his films her career could really take off—and in the right direction this time! The sooner this play was over and forgotten the better she would like it.

Vanda was of the same opinion. �At least you’re in with a chance,’ she grimaced. �I think it’s back to the dole queue for me tomorrow.’

Merry’s eyes widened. �That soon?’

�In case you didn’t notice, it was the critics who walked out first. This play will be heralded as Harry Anderson’s biggest folly to date.’

And indeed it was! The critics ripped him and the play to pieces. In fact, they didn’t have a good word to say for anyone in it either, although luckily no one was mentioned by name. When they turned up for rehearsal that morning it was to be told that �Mr Anderson has decided to take a cruise on his yacht. For an indefinite period’. All the staff were paid off, and they were all out of work again.

Merry dressed carefully for her luncheon appointment, wanting to make a good impression now that she had checked and found that Gideon Steele was who he said he was. It wasn’t too difficult to verify, he was a well-known personality in the crowd she mixed with, and it was rumoured that he was on the look-out for new talent for a film he intended doing later in the year.

She wished she hadn’t been so presumptuous as to choose the Ritz, though. It had been a perverse act of defiance on her part, and it had backfired on her. It wasn’t really her sort of place, not the pomp and ceremony, the snobbishness. Oh well, she would make the best of it. After all, she was an actress, wasn’t she?

None of her nervousness showed as she was taken to Gideon Steele’s table in the lounge area, and her red suit, the narrow skirt and blouson top, looked as good as any of the clothes the other women wore. Except the woman in the fur coat—and as she abhorred the killing of animals for furs, this really didn’t count.

Gideon Steele stood up as she arrived at the table, easily the most impressive man in the room, his light grey three-piece suit and black shirt perfectly tailored, very expensive by the look of the cut, his tie a perfect match in colour for the suit. And today the tinted glasses had been removed, revealing very deep blue eyes surrounded by thick dark lashes, the face incredibly handsome in a rugged sort of way. Certainly handsome enough to star in one of his own films instead of just directing them!

If Merry was bowled over by his good looks he made no effort to hide his surprise at hers. �God …!’ his eyes were intent on her face and hair as she sat down, sitting down himself once she had done so. �I thought last night that the hair was yours!’

�Pink?’ she derided with sarcasm, giving every impression of frequenting restaurants like this every day of her life.

He shrugged broad shoulders. �It was possible. Women today seem to dye their hair to match the colour of their clothes.’

�I never wear black, Mr Steele,’ she told him coldly. �But my hair stays that colour.’

�And green eyes.’ He shook his head. �It’s incredible!’

Those green eyes widened, the lashes thick and silky, naturally dark, the tips golden. �There’s nothing incredible about my colouring, Mr Steele.’

�Oh yes, there is,’ he nodded, watching her with narrowed eyes. �Let’s go in to lunch and you can tell me about yourself.’

�There’s nothing to tell,’ she dismissed.

�Nevertheless, I want to hear it.’ He stood up to pull back her chair for her, towering over her as they walked side by side into the dining-room, the walls lined with mirrors, the ceiling very ornate. Meredith had never been here before, and she found it all beautifully elegant.

For the next fifteen minutes she gave him a rГ©sumГ© of what she had been doing since she left school four years ago, hardly noticing the food that was quietly and efficiently placed in front of her, only knowing that it was delicious.

�And your family?’ he prompted.

She frowned. �Is that necessary?’

She couldn’t see what her family history had to do with giving her a part in a film, but after the indifference she had treated him with the night before she was willing to do anything to please him. Well, not quite anything, she thought ruefully.

�Something funny?’ He quirked one dark brow, perfectly relaxed with his surroundings, taking the efficiency of the service for granted, the perfection of the food.

And also the female attention coming his way. And there was plenty of that! Young and old alike seemed to feel his magnetism, the aura of sensuality that Merry was becoming more and more aware of with each sip of wine.

�Not really,’ she smiled. �It was really good of you to agree to meet me here. You must have thought me very audacious yesterday.’

�Possibly,’ he replied enigmatically, dismissively. �You were going to tell me about your family.’

She looked at him over the rim of her glass. �What would you like to know?’

He sat forward, his expression intent. �Everything.’

�What an invitation!’ she laughed huskily. �I’m sure you don’t mean “everything”?’

�My dear Miss Charles,’ he drawled with barely concealed impatience, �I never do, or say, anything I don’t mean.’

�How clever of you!’ her sarcasm was barely veiled.

�Yes,’ he agreed tersely.

�Don’t you know that it’s fatal to invite an actor or actress to talk about his or herself? I could go on for hours,’ she warned lightly.

�I’m willing to take the risk,’ he taunted, the blue eyes deeply mocking.

�All right,’ Merry sighed. �I’ve lived a very normal life, with very normal parents.’

He scowled at her, the black brows dark over his eyes. �That was hardly hours,’ he snapped.

�I can’t help that,’ she shrugged. �That’s been my life so far. I’ve lived a very uneventful life. In fact,’ she added softly, �the most exciting thing to happen to me so far is meeting you.’ Her eyes were widely innocent.

His mouth twisted with scepticism. �I don’t need flattery, Miss Charles,’ he rasped. �Especially the insincere kind.’

She flushed at the way he had seen straight through her. So much for her acting! He was right, her flattery was insincere. Something about this man warned her to beware, that he was dangerous. Maybe it was the way he kept staring at her, those deep blue eyes totally unnerving, making her wish he had kept the tinted glasses on. Whatever the reason for her nervousness, she knew that here was a man she could never relax with, and her guard was well and truly up—although she had nothing to hide.

�Do you still live with your parents?’ he asked now.

She shook her head. �My father lives in Bedfordshire. I have to live in London for my work.’

�And your mother?’

A flicker of pain crossed her face. �She died, two years ago,’ she revealed huskily.

Gideon Steele nodded. �I didn’t think there’d been any mistake. The moment I saw you today, without the wig and that atrocious make-up, I knew Harrington hadn’t been wrong about you. But I had to be sure.’

�Sure of what?’ Merry frowned, suddenly tense. �And who is Harrington?’

�That isn’t important for now,’ he dismissed impatiently. �What is important is that Anthea sees you straight away.’

�Who is Anthea? Your casting director?’

�Don’t be ridiculous! Anthea is—–’ he broke off with a frown. �Why did you think I wanted to meet you today?’ he asked slowly.

�Well, everyone knows you’re in town looking for people for your next film, and—–’

�You thought I was going to cast you?’ he finished incredulously.

She flushed resentfully. �Why else would you want to see me?’

�Because of your mother,’ he rasped. �Good God, girl, you could be a brilliant actress for all I know, but I certainly wouldn’t have been able to tell from Anderson’s play.’

�That isn’t the only thing I’ve been in,’ she defended heatedly, her disappointment acute. He wasn’t going to offer her a part after all. �And what does my mother have to do with you? I told you, she’s dead.’ Her voice shook with emotion.

�You told me Sarah Charles is dead—–’

�That is my mother. And how did you know her name?’ Her voice was sharp with suspicion. �I didn’t tell you.’

�I already knew it. I also know your father’s name is Malcolm, that you were born on April the fourteenth twenty years ago, that you had a boy-friend called David—–’

�How do you know all that?’ she gasped, her glass landing heavily on the table, unconcerned with the curious glances now coming their way. �Why did you need to know that? You had no right going into my background!’

�I had every right,’ he told her abruptly. �You see, I’m your stepbrother. Your mother is married to my father.’

Merry paled. �My mother is dead,’ she said weakly. �I just told you that.’

He gave her an impatient look. �I meant your real mother—–’

�Real mother?’ she echoed shrilly, her eyes huge in her pale face. �I don’t know what you mean!’

�Perhaps we should get out of here and go somewhere where we can talk more privately?’ he suggested abruptly, signalling the waiter for their bill.

Merry’s movements were jerky as she picked up her handbag. �We have nothing more to say to each other.’

�Meredith—–’

�Take your hands off me!’ She wrenched away from him. �You got me here under the pretence of offering me a part in your film—–’

�I didn’t,’ he sighed. �You surmised that all on your own.’

�What else was I supposed to think?’ Her eyes flashed deeply green. �I had no idea you had some sort of dossier on me!’

�Meredith, you have to listen,’ his expression was intent, the jaw rigid. �Anthea wants to see you.’

�Who is Anthea?’ she cried her bewilderment, wondering if this man were deranged.

�Your mother.’

�My mother’s name was Sarah—Sarah Charles!’ she told him heatedly.

He gave an angry sigh. �You aren’t helping matters by this ridiculous refusal to admit the truth. You may have thought of Sarah Charles as your mother, and I’m sure she was a very good one, but that doesn’t change the fact that Anthea, my stepmother, is really your mother, that the Charleses adopted you when you were only a few months old. I realise it must have been painful for you to accept when you were a child, but surely by this time you’re used to it?’

Merry shook her head dazedly, unable to hide her distress. �You were wrong about me, Mr Steele. I’m not the girl you were looking for after all. My name is Meredith Charles, yes, and my parents’ names are Sarah and Malcolm, but I—I wasn’t adopted.’ Her voice shook.

�Meredith—–’

She stood up. �You have the wrong girl, Mr Steele,’ she told him hardly. �The wrong girl!’ She turned away, walking straight into the waiter bringing their bill, pushing past him with a muttered apology, almost running out of the restaurant, knowing that Gideon Steele couldn’t follow her when he had to pay the bill.

But why should he want to follow her? He had the wrong Meredith Charles, the wrong person completely. He had to have! She couldn’t possibly be the daughter of some woman called Anthea. Her mother was Sarah Charles. She was!




CHAPTER TWO (#u8ff71d5a-6238-5c12-9663-e91187c7bec7)


�HEY, how did—Merry?’ Vanda frowned as Merry rushed straight past her into her bedroom, closing the door behind her. �Merry?’ Vanda knocked on the door anxiously. �What happened? Was it just an approach after all?’ Anger entered her voice.

Merry sat numbly on the bedroom chair, her thoughts racing—and all of them telling her it had all been a terrible mistake, that what Gideon Steele had told her couldn’t possibly be true of her!

�Merry, can I come in?’ Vanda requested gently, softly opening the door as she received no answer. �Oh, love!’ she groaned as she saw Merry’s pale face, coming down on her knees in front of the chair. �What did he do to you?’

�Do?’ Merry repeated dazedly. �Nothing. He didn’t do anything to me.’

�Then why—Damn!’ Vanda swore as the doorbell rang, standing up to go and answer it.

Merry looked panic-stricken. �I don’t want to see him. I won’t see him!’

�All right, love,’ the other girl soothed. �I’ll tell him you haven’t got back yet. I’m not an actress for nothing!’ She closed the bedroom door firmly behind her, a determined glint in her eyes.

Merry heard the flat door being opened, the murmur of voices, and then silence. She would never be able to thank Vanda enough for getting rid of Gideon Steele. She needed time to think right now, to get her thoughts together—to forget what he had told her.

She looked down at the carpet as the bedroom door opened once more. �Thanks, Vanda,’ she murmured, �I didn’t want to talk to him again. You see, he has some wild story—–’

�It isn’t wild, Meredith,’ his husky voice interrupted her.

�You!’ she gasped, looking up at Gideon Steele with wide green eyes, her hands clutching convulsively at the arms of the chair. Vanda hadn’t managed to put him off after all!

�Yes,’ he sighed wearily, slightly pale beneath his tan. �Can I talk to you?’

She doubted this man requested very often, he was the type who did things without asking anyone’s permission. But she didn’t feel in the least warmed by the fact that he was asking her now. What he had done to her had been cruel and thoughtless. He should have made sure of his facts before confronting her with such a ridiculous story. As it was, she was in no mood to listen to anything further he might have to say.

Some of what she was thinking must have shown in her face. �I think we have to, Meredith,’ he encouraged softly, closing the door behind him.

Her head went back, her eyes defiant. �If you want to apologise—–’

He shook his head. �I can’t apologise for telling the truth. I can apologise for the way I told you. I had no idea you didn’t know about your adoption.’

She stood up, moving about the room with agitated movements. �I wish you’d stop saying that,’ she snapped. �You can’t know how wrong you are,’ she gave a scornful laugh. �I’m so like my father that what you’re telling me is ridiculous. Ever since I can remember people have remarked on the similarity.’

His hands were thrust into his trousers pockets, his height dwarfing the tiny bedroom. �Maybe they were just being kind—or maybe you do have the same colouring.’ He shrugged. �I’ve heard that adoption societies try to do that, match the child up with at least one of the parents. Any facial similarity would have to be a coincidence,’ he shook his head. �I’ve never seen two people more alike than you and Anthea.’

�Your stepmother,’ she said bitterly.

�That’s right,’ he nodded grimly. �When you walked into the restaurant today it was like seeing Anthea as she must have looked twenty years ago.’

�Maybe I do bear some resemblance to this woman—–’

�It isn’t just a resemblance, Meredith,’ Gideon Steele shook his head. �Look, I can show you a photograph if you like,’ his hand went into the breast pocket of his jacket.

�No!’ she stopped him in the action of taking out his wallet. �I don’t want to see any photograph.’ She turned away, absently twisting the signet ring round on her right hand, the ring that had been a birthday gift several years ago from her parents. �It won’t make any difference,’ she told him stiffly.

�Scared, Meredith?’ he taunted gruffly.

�Certainly not!’ She spun round, an angry frown between her eyes. �I have nothing to be frightened of,’ she said haughtily. �It’s quite simple, you have the wrong girl,’ she repeated her earlier claim.

�The right one,’ he corrected softly, running an agitated hand through the darkness of his hair, revealing several streaks of grey beneath the darkness. �God, I had no idea it was going to be this difficult!’ he scowled.

�What did you expect?’ Merry shouted angrily. �That you could calmly walk up to some unsuspecting girl and tell her that her parents aren’t her parents any more, and that some unknown woman is? If you thought that you’re a fool!’

�Meredith—–’ he began warningly.

�I don’t care,’ she exclaimed furiously. �You had no right barging into my life with such a story! If I were of a nervous disposition—–’

�Which you obviously aren’t,’ he drawled hardly.

�Luckily for you,’ she snapped. �But if I were I could have been totally destroyed by what you just told me. As it is, I think you’d better go back to your source—Harrington, I presume,’ she added drily. �And tell him it’s back to the drawing-board. Why do you want to find this girl anyway? Has your stepmother died and left her the family fortune?’

His mouth twisted derisively. �Would it change your mind if she had?’ he taunted.

She gave an angry gasp. �How dare you! I have no intention—–’

�Calm down, Meredith,’ he mocked. �Anthea is still very much alive. She would just like to see her daughter.’

�Whom she abandoned as a baby, by the sound of it!’

If she had expected an angry defence to her scorn she was mistaken, Gideon Steele only nodded abruptly. �Anthea hasn’t denied that. But it hasn’t stopped her feeling guilty for the last twenty years, for wanting to see her daughter.’

�Has she ever stopped to consider that perhaps her daughter doesn’t want to see her?’ Merry snapped.

�I only said she wanted to see her daughter, I didn’t say she had made any attempt to do so. My stepmother has no idea I’ve sought you out. She certainly doesn’t know I’ve found you.’

�But I keep telling you you haven’t,’ she said exasperatedly.

His mouth was a thin determined line. �There’s a sure way of settling this, Meredith—–’

�Please call me Merry,’ she invited irritably. �I prefer it. And how can this be settled?’

�Talk to your father—–’

�No!’ she almost shouted, glaring at him.

�Then you are frightened—–’

�I am not!’ she snapped. �I just don’t think it’s fair to put something like that to my father. He’s never really got over losing my mother, all he needs is my asking him if he’s really my father!’ She gave Gideon Steele a disgusted look. �I won’t do that to him.’

�Then take my word for it—–’

�I won’t do that either,’ she told him coldly, giving the impression she would never take his word for anything. �I’ve already told you, I’m not the girl you’re looking for, so why don’t you leave me alone?’

�Ordinarily I wouldn’t have bothered to find you in the first place,’ he said harshly. �Anthea’s past is her own affair—and my father’s if she chooses to tell him about it. But she told us both about you last year.’

�Why?’ Merry frowned.

�If you aren’t her daughter why are you interested?’ His eyes were narrowed.

She flushed. �You involved me in this, I just wanted to know all the facts.’

�If you aren’t the Meredith Charles I’m looking for then I don’t see the necessity of acquainting you with them.’ He moved to the door. �As you suggested, I’ll go back to my source. And I suggest you go to your father.’

�I—–’

�I’ll be back, Meredith,’ he warned. �And if necessary, I’ll bring Harrington and the dossier to prove the truth to you.’ He swung the door open. �I’d advise you to be prepared. Go and see your father, Meredith,’ he said softly. �After all, what real harm can it do? I’m sure there must be some way you can ask Malcolm Charles if he is your father without being blunt about it. I’ll be seeing you, Meredith,’ he promised before leaving.

�I’m so sorry,’ Vanda hurried into the room as soon as Gideon Steele had left the apartment, �but he just wouldn’t take no for an answer.’ She grimaced. �And he isn’t the sort of man you can argue with.’

�No,’ she agreed vaguely, pulling her suitcase down from the top of the wardrobe. �I’m going to see my father for a few days, Vanda. I—If Mr Steele should come back, you don’t know where I’ve gone, all right?’

�Are you that frightened of him?’ Vanda asked in an awed voice.

She gave a taut smile. �I’m not frightened of him. I just—I don’t like him.’ And she didn’t, she didn’t like his self-assurance, his arrogance—and most of all she didn’t like the things he had told her.

�He didn’t offer you a part, then?’ Vanda sat on the bed as she watched Merry pack.

Only that of his stepsister, she thought hysterically. It was unthinkable that a man like that should be any sort of relative of hers, no matter how remote. �No,’ she answered calmly enough. �And as the play has folded I thought I’d go and see Dad for a few days. He gets a little lonely without my mother.’

In fact her father seemed sprightlier than ever. His job in the nearest town at the branch of one of the countries leading insurance agencies kept him very busy, filling most of his evenings at least.

He met her at the station, hugging her before taking her case out to the car. �I couldn’t believe it when I got your call,’ he smiled at her, his hair still as black as her own, his eyes more hazel than green; he was still a very handsome man, despite being in his late forties.

Merry listened to all his chatter about the locals in the little village she had lived in most of her life, knowing all the two hundred or so inhabitants by name, and most of their pets too! After the impersonality of London it always warmed her to return to Wildton, and she waved to several of the neighbours children as they played in their gardens.

�Nothing’s changed,’ she said with pleasure as she followed her father into the small bungalow that seemed so empty without her mother’s bustling presence in the kitchen.

�You have,’ her father said softly, putting her case in her room, filled with the posters of pop stars she had put up when in her teens still on the walls, the patchwork quilt on the bed, the bookcase full of the romance novels she still devoured by their hundreds, an old guitar propped in the corner of the room.

She looked sharply at her father. �What do you mean?’

He shrugged, a sad smile to his handsome face. �When you left two years ago you were still a little girl, now you suddenly seem grown up.’

Merry’s bottom lip quivered, and suddenly she was in his arms, sobbing into his shoulder as if she would never stop. She felt safe in her father’s arms, safe and secure, with Gideon Steele pushed firmly to the back of her mind.

�Hey!’ her father finally chided, holding her at arm’s length. �Surely growing up isn’t that painful?’ he teased, his gentle strength comforting her.

�I’m afraid it is.’ She wiped her cheeks with the handkerchief he gave her, her smile rather weak.

�A man?’ he prompted softly.

�I—Yes,’ she decided, knowing the truth was too much to even think about. �A man.’

�Now I definitely feel old,’ he smiled. �My daughter’s first unhappy love affair!’

�Oh, Dad!’ she sniffed, smiling broadly. Everything seemed so normal when she was with her father, when she could feel his love, could see their similarity in looks, that Gideon Steele’s suggestion now seemed as ludicrous as she had said it was. Seeing her father’s gentle love for her she was ashamed of ever doubting him.

It was an enjoyable time- at home, and yet she was aware of a subtle difference in her own behaviour. She was unsettled, irritable, and it wasn’t just because of her lack of a job when she returned to London. She found herself watching her father with a keenness she had never felt before, felt anger at herself for noticing that the similarity between them was only superficial, their colouring going a long way towards giving the impression of father and daughter. There was also the fact that both her parents were tall. She had always credited her own diminutive height to one of her grandmothers, but now she had an uneasy feeling inside her. She was starting to believe Gideon Steele’s fantastic claim!

The day she came home from an afternoon’s shopping and found him sitting in the lounge with her father she knew that he, at least, was convinced there was nothing fantastic about it.

�A friend of yours from London,’ her father smiled as she came in, carrying two cans of beer through to the lounge.

Merry wouldn’t, even in her wildest dreams, ever call Gideon Steele a friend. Although he gave every indication of being one as he stood up to greet her.

�Meridith!’ He gave her a warm smile, accepting one of the cans of beer from her father. �Thanks,’ he accepted gratefully, turning back to Merry. �I’ve just been telling your father how we met.’

She swallowed hard. �You have?’

She had known he was here before she entered the house, had seen the Ferrari outside and knew no one else could own that black monster. He was several inches taller than her father, more powerfully built, and looked extremely fit in the fitted black shirt and black trousers. He seemed to dominate the whole room—and the people in it!

�Yes,’ he continued to smile. �It’s the only good thing Harry Anderson has ever done in his life, I should think.’

�Harry?’ she echoed sharply, wondering what on earth he had been telling her father. Of course, her father already knew about Harry, she had told him all about the disastrous play. But what could Harry possibly have to do with Gideon Steele and herself?

�He sounds an atrocious person,’ her father grinned.

�Oh, he is,’ Gideon nodded. �Not the sort of man Meredith should associate herself with.’

�I—–’

�And a waste of her acting talent,’ he added softly, eyeing her mockingly as he drank the beer straight from the can with obvious enjoyment.

�Really, I don’t—–’

�I’d better get going.’ Her father looked at his wrist-watch. �Time for work, I’m afraid,’ he told Gideon ruefully.

The other man nodded. �I understand.’

And Merry knew how he understood! If he had done enough research on her to know her background then he also knew that her father was an insurance agent, that he spent most of his evenings visiting clients, usually able to catch people in at that time of day.

�I’m sure Merry will be pleased to get you some dinner,’ her father continued goodnaturedly. �I’ve had mine, love,’ he kissed her absently on the cheek. �See you later. You too, I hope, Gideon?’

Merry looked sharply at Gideon Steele. It hadn’t taken her father and him long to get on to a first-name basis. And there was still the puzzle of what he had told her father about how they met.

�I’m not sure yet, Malcolm,’ he answered easily, his gaze firmly fixed on Merry.

�I understand,’ her father nodded. �Don’t be too hard on him, pet,’ he advised Merry before leaving the room.

Colour flooded her cheeks at the assumption her father had made that Gideon Steele was the man from her �first unhappy love affair’, and her blushes deepened as she saw the derision in Gideon Steele’s eyes.

�What are you doing here?’ she snapped ungraciously.

He shrugged and sat down again, perfectly relaxed. �I told you I’d be back once I was sure of my facts.’

Her breath caught in her throat. �And now you are?’

�I’m sorry, Merry, but yes, I am.’

There was no doubting his sympathy, or the look of regret in the deep blue eyes, and the emotions sat strangely on such a harshly determined man.

He stood up to pace the room, having discarded the empty beer can in the bin. �I went back to Harrington, told him to check on all the facts. They led straight back to you, Merry. I really am sorry,’ he repeated deeply. �I gather you haven’t spoken to your father?’

�No! And I’m not going to,’ she added fiercely.

�But you do believe me?’ he prompted softly.

She wetted her suddenly dry lips with the tip of her tongue, wishing she could say no, but knowing it would be a lie. A man like Gideon Steele was unlikely to be wrong once, let alone twice! If he said she was adopted, that her mother was really his stepmother Anthea, then she had to believe him. But it changed nothing for her, made no difference to the love she felt for her parents. Anthea Steele had given her up when she was a baby, so she had no claims on her now, moral or otherwise.

�Yes, I believe you,’ she answered in a cold voice.

�So you’ll come and see Anthea?’

�No.’

�Good God, girl—–! She’s your mother!’ he ground out, his mouth a thin angry line, the tautness of his body telling her of the control he was exerting. �She brought you into the world—–’

�And just as soon deserted me, by the sound of it!’ Her eyes glittered deeply green in her own anger.

�She was very young, she’s only thirty-eight now—–’

�I don’t care how old she was. She gave me up, she can’t come along twenty years later and try to claim a family love. It would be disloyal to my father to even acknowledge her existence.’

Gideon Steele shook his head. �I’m sure you’re doing your father an injustice. He seems a very reasonable man.’

�Whether he is or not is not a subject for discussion.’

�Drop that haughty act with me, Merry—–’

�It isn’t an act, Mr Steele,’ she snapped. �I am not interested in meeting your stepmother, because as far as I’m concerned that’s all she is. My own mother paced the floor with me as a baby, fretted for me when I started school, worried about me when I was ill, encouraged me through my exams, waited up for me on my first date, celebrated with me when I got into drama school. Can your stepmother do any of that?’ Her scorn was unmistakable.

Gideon Steele drew in an angry breath, a pulse beating erratically in his lean cheek, his shirt pulled tautly across his chest as he thrust his hands into the back pockets of his trousers. He looked lean and powerful in that moment—a man far from beaten in this argument.

�I’m not suggesting you welcome her with open arms,’ he rasped. �Or that she could ever take the place of your adoptive mother—–’

�She never could!’

He looked impatient with her vehemence. �As I said,’ he drawled hardly, �I’m not suggesting that. What I am saying is that maybe you could be friends. Anthea would like that,’ he added softly.

Merry studied his softened expression with suspicion. Could he possibly feel more than a maternal love for his stepmother? He said Anthea was thirty-eight, that made her only four years older than he was, and it also made his father a lot older than his wife.

�Did she marry your father for his money?’ she asked suspiciously.

His mouth tightened. �What sort of question is that?’ Anger oozed out of him.

Her head went back. �Did she?’

�They’ve been married for twelve years,’ he revealed abruptly. �I think my father would have realised by now if that were the case.’

�Twelve years?’ she repeated softly. �Then she’s had all that time to think about wanting to know her daughter, so why now? Why doesn’t she just have another child and forget all about me?’

�I’m beginning to think she would be better doing that myself!’ he rasped.

Merry flushed at his rebuke. �I’m sure she would.’

�And will you forget her too?’ he taunted harshly. �Don’t be stupid. Merry. Now that you know of her existence it would be impossible to ignore her. As for why she would want to see you now, I can tell you that she’s always wanted to see you, but that she tried to be fair to you and not interfere in your life while you were still a child.’ His derisive expression showed that he still thought that was so. �Last year, when she was in hospital, she told us about you. I think she just wanted us to know that she had a daughter, a daughter she loved.’

�In hospital?’ Merry repeated sharply. �What’s wrong with her?’

�Why are you interested?’ he mocked.

Merry glared at him. �I’m not—–’

�She had a nervous breakdown,’ he cut in steadily. �She’d been living on her nerves for years, and she just suddenly folded up. We finally discovered it was because of you, because of the guilt she still felt for giving you up.’

�But that was last year?’ she frowned. �Surely she’s well now?’

He sighed. �Surperficially, yes. But she’s been on pills ever since, and my father fears that she’ll have another breakdown.’

Her mouth twisted. �Wouldn’t producing me give her rather a shock? You said she knows nothing of your search for me?’

�I wish I could believe your concern for her was genuine,’ he snapped angrily. �But I know damn well it isn’t.’ He took a card out of his breast pocket and wrote on the back of it. �If you ever find yourself with a little compassion to spare call me at this number. But don’t call me otherwise,’ he rasped. �Anthea couldn’t cope with your derision and hate. Now walk me to the door, like the polite little girl you’ve obviously been brought up to be,’ he derided hardly, throwing the card down on the coffee table and following her out of the room.

Merry faced him awkwardly at the door, his contempt for her not missing its target.

�Think it over carefully, Merry,’ he turned to warn her. �You could be turning away the love of a woman who needs you, much more than you realise.’

�She has your father, she has you,’ she told him coldly. �I can’t see any possible reason for her needing me, a child she hasn’t seen for twenty years.’

His eyes were glacial. �Can’t you?’ he rasped coldly. �Then your adoptive parents have failed you.’

�How dare—–’

�They haven’t taught you forgiveness,’ he cut into her anger. �Goodbye, Meredith. I hoped it wouldn’t be like this.’ He shook his head. �I’m sorry.’

She closed the door as he left, but she didn’t move herself. She knew that his regret hadn’t been because he had come here to confirm what he had told her four days ago, she knew it was because he was disappointed in her lack of maturity in accepting what he had told her.

�He’s wrong, isn’t he, Merry?’ her father questioned quietly behind her.

She spun round, guilty colour flooding her cheeks as she saw her father sitting down partway up the stairs. �You heard …?’

�All of it,’ he nodded. �I came back for some papers I’d forgotten. I overheard—I couldn’t help but listen.’

She swallowed hard. �Is it true?’

Again he nodded. �He was wrong, wasn’t he, Merry?’ he persisted. �Your mother and I did teach you forgiveness, didn’t we?’

It was a double-edged question, and she knew he was asking for forgiveness for himself as much as for Anthea Steele. �Oh, Dad!’ She ran to him, the tears falling unchecked down her cheeks as she threw herself into his arms.

For a moment he just held her, letting her cry, stroking her hair as he had done when she was a child and needed comforting. �It’s all right, baby,’ he finally spoke to her, his own voice thick with emotion. �And you are still my baby, Merry, no matter who brought you into this world.’

She looked up at him with shadowed eyes. �Why …?’

�I know,’ he sighed. �We should have told you when you were still a child, but we kept putting it off, and putting it off, keeping you as our very own little girl, I think. Then we decided that your eighteenth birthday would be time enough to tell you, when you were old enough to understand that we loved you even though we hadn’t managed to conceive you. But you know what happened just before your birthday,’ he added sadly.

�Mummy died,’ Merry said shakily, the memory of the horror of that night three weeks before her eighteenth birthday still as vivid. Her mother had been knocked over by a car and killed.

�Yes,’ her father acknowledged heavily. �After that I couldn’t tell you, didn’t have the courage to without your mother. But you are still our daughter, Merry,’ he told her firmly.

�That’s what I told Gideon Steele—–’

�But you do have a real mother,’ he continued as if she hadn’t spoken. �And right now she sounds as if she needs you. Your mother did all the things for you that you claimed she did, and that forged a bond of love between you that’s so strong it will never be broken. But she didn’t bring you into the world, that was left to some other woman—to Anthea Steele.’

�But—–’

�Let me finish, Merry,’ he spoke strongly. �Your mother and I love you, you know we always will. Gideon’s stepmother, your real mother, could only have been seventeen when she became pregnant with you. Seventeen, Merry! Do you remember what you felt like at that age—imagine the trauma of expecting a baby when you were no more than a child yourself?’

She thought back to when she had been seventeen, to when she had been in her last year at school, taking her �A’ levels. She couldn’t have coped with a baby at that age.

�You see?’ her father prompted gently as he watched the different emotions flickering across her face.

Merry remained adamant. �Then she shouldn’t have got pregnant! She—–’

�If she hadn’t your mother and I would never have had you to love,’ he pointed out softly. �Your mother had every test possible, and she couldn’t have children of her own. Adoption was our only way of ever having a child then. If it weren’t for Anthea Steele, we would never have had you as our daughter.’

Hurt still warred with reason, her pain reflected in her deep green eyes.

�I think Mrs Steele needs you, Merry,’ her father said softly. �I think she’s needed you for some time, for her sanity.’

Fresh tears flooded her eyes, falling softly down her pale cheeks, confusion, and also a reluctant curiosity, reflected in her eyes.

Her father was quick to note the latter emotion, and nodded slowly. �No matter what happens you’ll always be our daughter,’ he assured her intently. �But I don’t feel it would be disloyal to me to see your real mother. In fact, I’d feel rather proud if you did.’

�P-proud?’ she repeated shakily.

He smiled. �If I do say so myself, we’ve done rather a nice job of bringing you up. I’d like Mrs Steele to see that her sacrifice wasn’t for nothing.’

Merry frowned once again at his choice of words. �Sacrifice?’

Her father nodded. �You don’t think she found it easy to give you up, do you? Because it wasn’t,’ he shook his head. �No woman could give her child up without causing herself pain. And it’s a pain that has obviously never left Anthea Steele.’ He stood up, taking Merry with him. �Think about it, darling,’ he advised. �I’m not pressurising you to see her if you really don’t think you could cope with it, but I would be very pleased if you could. All right?’

�All right,’ she nodded tearfully, once again thinking what a wonderful man her father was.

He smiled, wiping away her tears. �The stairs is a ridiculous place to have had this conversation,’ his smile deepened to a grin, �but I’m glad we’ve had it.’

�So am I,’ Merry said, and meant it, giving him a quick kiss and a hug before running up the stairs to her bedroom.

A few minutes later she heard the front door close, and knew that her father had gone to work as usual. She could hear the local children playing outside as usual, the occasional car as usual. Only she seemed to have changed. She was no longer just the daughter of Sarah and Malcolm Charles, she was also the daughter of Anthea Steele, the stepdaughter of Samuel Steele, and stepsister to Gideon Steele. Just knowing that changed the whole fabric of her life, made her want to know exactly who she was, and what Anthea Steele was really like.

But she didn’t run headlong into meeting her real mother. She gave herself time to think, to consider the consequences of such a meeting, for them both. For herself she didn’t feel she would be too deeply affected if such a meeting didn’t work out—after all, she still had her father, no matter what. But if Anthea Steele were in the emotional depression her stepson claimed she was then it could have a disastrous effect on her.

Finally it was the curiosity that made her seek out Gideon Steele at the telephone number he had given her. It turned out to be a hotel, and it took several minutes to put through to his room. When there was no answer the hotel telephonist came back on the line.

�Could I take a message for Mr Steele?’ she offered politely.

Merry chewed on her bottom lip, not sure she would be able to find the courage to call Gideon Steele again. �Could you tell him Miss Charles called,’ she said breathlessly.

Now if he still wanted her to meet his stepmother it would be up to him to contact her! Nevertheless, she made the concession of turning down the invitation Vanda passed on about a party at one of their friends’ flats. After all, there was no point in leaving a message that she had called him if she then went out for the evening herself.

By ten o’clock she was beginning to wish she had gone with Vanda; the lateness of the hour seemed to indicate that Gideon Steele had gone out for the entire evening too.

She was in the process of changing to go to the party after all when the doorbell rang. She zipped up her skin-tight red velvet trousers as she ran to answer the door, her red and gold interwoven top also figure-hugging.

Her eyes widened as she found Gideon Steele standing outside the door. Once again his suit was superbly tailored, blue this time, contrasted with a lighter blue shirt, and there was a weary look’ about his eyes and mouth as he raised dark brows at her appearance.

�Mr Steele …’ she said weakly.

�You called me—–’

�I expected you to call back, not just turn up here!’ She was instantly on the defensive, something about this autocratic man making her feel that way whenever she met him. �I was just on my way out.’

�And I thought the outfit was for my benefit,’ he drawled.

Merry flushed. �Hardly!’

He gave an impatient sigh, his face darkening to a scowl. �Could we talk about this inside?’ he snapped.

She opened the door to him warily, taking her time about closing it again, allowing herself time to collect her thoughts together. Why couldn’t he have just telephoned her? It would have been so much easier talking to him on the telephone, to have agreed to meet Anthea Steele if she hadn’t had to speak to him face to face. She wouldn’t put it past this arrogant devil of a man to know that, after all, he must know the reason she had called him. There could only be one reason!

He was waiting for her in the lounge, his impatience barely concealed as he tapped his fingers on the old stone fireplace that now housed an electric fire, drawing attention to the artistic sensitivity of his hands.

�I’m to take it you’ve changed your mind about meeting Anthea?’ He finally spoke, impatient with her silence.

Dull colour flooded her cheeks at his directness. �Yes,’ she bit out.

He nodded, as if she could make no other answer. �You’ve spoken with your father?’

�Yes.’

His scowl deepened. �Aren’t you going to say anything else but “yes”?’ he snapped tersely.

Merry shrugged. �There isn’t anything else to say, you seem to know all the answers.’

He raised his eyes heavenwards. �Does that mean you can’t at least make a token show at conversation?’

She flushed at his rebuke. �It’s all been said. I’ve spoken to my father, we’ve agreed that it isn’t disloyal to him and my mother if I meet my—your stepmother.’ She bit her lip at the angry flare in his eyes as she corrected herself. Anthea Steele wasn’t her mother, and never could be.

�Very well,’ Gideon Steele rasped tautly. �When do you want to meet her?’ His eyes were narrowed.

�I—I haven’t really thought about it.’ The decision to see her at all had been hard enough. �When do you think …?’

�There’s no time like the present—–’

�Not now!’ Merry gasped her protest. �Not tonight. It’s ten-thirty!’

�So late!’ he taunted mockingly. �You’ve just admitted that you were on your way out, so it isn’t that late after all. But as it happens, I didn’t have right now in mind. I think tomorrow would be a good time.’

It was all happening too fast, was like a snowball rolling down a hillside, getting bigger and bigger as it went—and it threatened to knock her off her feet when it came to an end!

�Too soon?’

It was the taunting softness of his voice that brought the spark of rebellion into her glittering green eyes. �Of course not,’ she answered lightly. �Tomorrow will be fine.’

�Good,’ he nodded his satisfaction, his expression grim. �Do you have a valid passport?’

Merry blinked dazedly. �Passport?’ she repeated incredulously, not able to keep up with his lightning change of subjects.

�Yes. Do you?’ his impatience was barely contained.

She frowned. �As it happens, yes. I went to Austria with some friends last year. Why do I need a passport?’

�Anthea and my father are in the middle of a Mediterranean cruise at this moment. Tomorrow morning I’m on my way to join them for the last two weeks. You may as well come with me and meet Anthea then.’

�Oh, but—I can’t—That’s ridiculous!’ she protested. �I can’t just up and leave tomorrow morning for two weeks!’

�Why not?’ he queried softly. �You aren’t back in work yet, I already checked that out. Your father wouldn’t mind, and you’ve already agreed to meet Anthea. So what’s your problem?’ he raised dark brows over eyes the colour of a storm-tossed sea, supremely confident, not understanding that although he might live the jet-set life that she didn’t. She couldn’t possibly just go off with him tomorrow to heaven alone knew where!

�You’re the problem,’ she told him heatedly.

�Expecting me to just up and leave at a moment’s notice for—for—–’

�Athens,’ he supplied calmly.

�Athens,’ she repeated pointedly. �I can’t just—–’

�Why not?’ he interrupted.

�Well, because—I just can’t! I don’t have a seat booked on the plane—–’

�It’s a private jet.’

�I’m not booked on the ship—–’

�It’s family owned, there’s always room for the family—and friends,’ he added with a drawl.

So Vanda had got it wrong, it was shipping the Steele family were involved in—or was it shipping and airlines? He said it was a private jet. Probably both, she thought ruefully.

�Settled?’ he taunted.

She could think of no further objections to make, and her mouth set in a thin disapproving line.

�The ship will be an easier place for you and Anthea to become acquainted,’ he continued at her silence. �It will be more relaxing for you both.’

�You think so?’ she said stiffly, knowing that at any other time she would have been thrilled at the idea of a Mediterranean cruise. But not in these circumstances.

His icy blue gaze raked over her. �I’m hoping so,’ he said pointedly. �On the way over here I also gave the problem of upsetting Anthea some thought.’

�Yes?’ For some reason she suddenly felt wary.

�You were right about it being a shock for her to have you suddenly produced before her. That wouldn’t be a good idea. My proposal is that you become my girl-friend for two weeks so that you can get to know each other naturally.’




CHAPTER THREE (#u8ff71d5a-6238-5c12-9663-e91187c7bec7)


�IT will never work,’ Merry was still protesting at such an idea as they drove to the airport the next morning. Although the very fact that she was seated next to Gideon Steele in the sleek Ferrari proved that her protests were only token ones. She knew it, and so did Gideon Steele.

He quirked one dark brow at her. Today he was dressed casually in tight black denims and a black sweat-shirt. He looked ruggedly self-assured, and acted it too. �I’ll admit you’re nothing like the women I usually have in my life,’ he drawled. �With one rather obvious disadvantage. Although there are plenty of others I can think of,’ he added dryly.

Merry bristled angrily. �Such as?’ she prompted softly.

He stared grimly at the road in front of him, driving with the minimum of effort, relaxed to the point of laziness. �You have a fiery temper,’ he told her, just as if he were discussing something as innocuous as the weather. �You’re stubborn. And you’re full of resentment towards me still.’

�And that’s just the minor disadvantages!’ she snapped. �What’s the main one?’

He gave a fleeting glance in her direction, seeming to take in everything about her, the long gleaming ebony hair, the light make-up that emphasised her high cheekbones and luminous green eyes, the light green tee-shirt that clung to the bareness of her breasts, the fashionably skin-tight denims, her feet thrust into rope sandals. She looked exactly what she was supposed to look, a girl going on holiday. So why was Gideon Steele looking at her like that?

�Your youth,’ he stated bluntly, his haughty features appearing as if carved from granite in profile. �I’m thirty-four, and I’ve never taken out a twenty-year-old!’

�Except when you were twenty!’

�Not even then.’ He ignored her sarcasm, and shrugged. �I’ve always preferred women in their thirties, women who know what they want from life, and don’t confuse that wanting with love and romance.’ His derision was obvious.

�You’re talking about sex,’ Merry stated disgustedly.

�Yes.’

She looked at him with rebellious green eyes. �Maybe you should try looking at this from my point of view,’ she said softly, too softly if he did but realise it.

He didn’t. �In what way?’

�That you have one main disadvantage that I don’t like either.’

�Oh yes?’ he prompted warily, sensing her challenge now.

�Yes,’ she gave him a too-sweet smile. �With the stupidity of youth,’ she mocked, �I happen to believe in love and romance. A middle-aged cynic like you wouldn’t normally appeal to me at all!’

There were several minutes stunned silence after this taunting statement, and Merry found herself holding her breath as she waited for his reaction. Suddenly Gideon began to chuckle, a soft throaty sound that developed into a laugh of pure enjoyment.

�I forgot one thing in that list of disadvantages,’ he still smiled. �You’re blunt to the point of rudeness.’

She shrugged, relieved that he hadn’t exploded at her audacity. �So are you.’

He turned to include her in his smile, the devastation of blue eyes crinkled at the corners, laughter lines beside his nose and mouth, his teeth very white against his tanned skin, knocking the breath from her body. �Would you like to start again, Meredith?’ he queried softly.

At last her breath returned to her, her lungs seeming to be starved of oxygen as she realised just how lethal this man could be if he ever stopped thinking of her as a child. Although that wasn’t very likely!

�We could try,’ she answered cagily, not sure it was possible for any woman to be friends with this man. �Most people call me Merry,’ she invited.

�And most people—those that don’t think of me as a middle-aged cynic, that is,’ he mocked, �call me Gideon. I’m sure you have a beter idea than me what the others call me?’

�Yes—I mean, no. Er—no,’ she blushed.

�Sure?’ he derided.

No, she wasn’t sure! She could think of a hundred names she could call him right at this minute, and she wouldn’t need to repeat herself once! �No,’ she lied.

Gideon’s mouth quirked as if he knew of the lie. �We got off to a bad start,’ he said quietly. �And as we’re somehow related through the marriage of our parents I think we should make an effort to get on together.’ He was completely serious now. �Especially if it turns out you do want to get to know Anthea as your mother. Being my girl-friend is a safety valve, for both of you. You know that, don’t you?’

�I don’t see how,’ she frowned.

�If you decide you can’t accept Anthea knowing you’re her daughter, really feel you can’t love her, then our romance will just end, with Anthea none the wiser as to your identity.’

She could see that, but she still frowned. �You said I look like—like her,’ she reminded him. �What if she makes the connection straight away?’

�She won’t,’ Gideon assured her confidently. �Once you were out of that disgusting make-up I looked for a likeness to Anthea. I found it only because I was looking for it. If you’re my girl-friend Anthea wouldn’t even think of the possibility of your being her daughter. She’s given up hope of ever finding you,’ he added huskily.

Merry swallowed hard, feeling Anthea Steele’s despair in Gideon’s concern. �Did she look for me?’

�Once you were sixteen, yes,’ he nodded. �And while a child can trace his or her parent, the parent doesn’t really have the same privilege. She gave up her child, the child was happily adopted. And unless you made a claim to meet your real mother then Anthea’s longing to know you would remain unanswered. I’m afraid my own investigations weren’t made as fairly as Anthea’s,’ he told her drily.

No, she could imagine Gideon would have little patience with the rules and regulations in life, would brush them aside if they got in his way—as he had when tracing her.




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