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The Devils Price
Carole Mortimer
The Devil’s Price
Carole Mortimer
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Table of Contents
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Title Page (#u2644950a-d975-5d86-8aa0-88b1506990af)
CHAPTER ONE (#ud591bef0-79cc-5906-a42e-b89d5e2ae319)
CHAPTER TWO (#u08f7c1c0-f656-5331-8b2e-4596dbeac90a)
CHAPTER THREE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FOUR (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER FIVE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SIX (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER EIGHT (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER NINE (#litres_trial_promo)
CHAPTER TEN (#litres_trial_promo)
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CHAPTER ONE (#ulink_084783df-11a5-55e2-99bb-98703b7cf32b)
CYNARA came to a startled halt as she stepped from the lift after her early morning swim in the hotel pool situated on the ground floor. The reception area was a hive of activity at only nine o’clock in the morning with people checking in and out of this busy London hotel. But one little boy stood out in that crowd as far as Cynara was concerned, quite a tall boy really at the ten he must be now, not far short of her own slender five foot frame.
Michael Buchanan! It was five years since she had seen either him or his father, but he had changed little in that time, still incredibly like Zack, with that dark vibrant hair and cool green eyes. Michael had been remarkably self-possessed even at five, but now he looked even more so, tall and thin, with an air of confidence that sat strangely on such a young child.
He was looking at the billboard that stood outside the Sunset Lounge, staring at the photograph of Cynara that was prominent on the display, smiling into the camera, her chin resting on her hands, her long flame-red hair streaming down to her waist, her velvet brown eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief, her nose small and snub, her mouth wide and smiling. She hadn’t changed all that much in the last five years either; would Michael recognise her? Admittedly they had only met the once, but it had been a memorable meeting, one that should stand out even in a young child’s memory.
Michael was frowning as he turned from the billboard, walking straight past her and into the waiting lift. Cynara didn’t move until she heard the doors close and the almost silent ascent of the lift, then the tension slowly left her. Whether Michael had recognised the woman in the photograph as the singer who had once been involved with his father she didn’t know, but he certainly hadn’t recognised the woman with the towel wrapped about her hair turban-style, the loose towelling dress she wore over her bikini making her look plumper than she really was.
If Michael were staying at the hotel, and it seemed he was, then that meant either Zack or Joanne were here too. But which one, that was the question that demanded an answer. If it were Joanne then she had nothing to fear, knowing that, despite Zack’s father’s opposition to the idea, the couple had filed for divorce four years ago. Zack’s wife had been unaware of his relationship with the young singer Cynara, the two of them already separated when Cynara and Zack met. But if it were Zack with Michael …!
She hadn’t seen Zack since that last fiery scene when he had told her to get out of his life. And she didn’t want to see him again now either!
Diane was one of the receptionists on the desk this morning, not one of the most helpful women when it came to the other staff at this exclusive hotel, but Cynara had always made it a policy to try and get on with the people she worked with. It made things easier in her profession, with her constantly changing venues.
Diane looked at her insolently as she approached the desk, a beautiful blonde woman who cared little for the fact that Cynara was the contracted singer at the hotel for the month, and so entitled to a little more respect than she had so far been shown by this woman.
�Was that Michael Buchanan I saw you talking to just now?’ She had learnt in the last week of working here that politely working up to a subject didn’t work with Diane James, that you had to be as plain-speaking to her as Diane was herself. But that was okay with Cynara, she preferred honesty and forthrightness herself.
Glacial blue eyes met hers, Diane’s interest in the manager of the hotel well-known, her suspicion of all other women where he was concerned known too. �I’m not allowed to discuss the guests who stay here,’ she replied haughtily. �With anyone,’ she added pointedly.
�Then Michael is a guest?’ she pursued in her naturally husky voice, a huskiness that had nevertheless become more pronounced the last few months after years of constantly working.
The other woman flushed. �I wouldn’t know,’ she said unhelpfully, her mouth tight.
�Then would you know if Zack Buchanan were a guest?’ Cynara asked with sweet sarcasm. �Could you just tell me if he’s registered here?’ she snapped impatiently as she saw the other woman was about to refuse a second time. �Not his room number, just if he’s staying here.’
�I certainly wouldn’t give you the room number of any guest!’
Diane was indignant at the suggestion. �Although I don’t suppose it would hurt to tell you we don’t have a Mr Buchanan registered,’ she added grudgingly.
�Thank you,’ Cynara said tightly, her relief immense. Seeing Michael again after all this time had unnerved her, but having to see Zack again would do more than that!
�Shouldn’t you go and get dressed?’ the other woman scorned. �I’m sure Daniel wouldn’t approve of a member of the staff, however temporary, walking about the hotel in that state of undress. Even if you are supposed to be a star!’ Her disparaging gaze ran over Cynara.
Cynara ignored the biting sarcasm, knowing a star was far from what she was. Not that this hotel didn’t provide its guests with first-rate performers, but she was just another highly talented performer in an overpopulated profession, had never received that �big break’ that would make her into a household name.
And she doubted Daniel Pope would mind in the least that she had just come from her swim. Diane may be the woman the hotel manager saw on a regular basis, but it certainly didn’t prevent him having a roving eye, his advances to her this last week more than obvious. But she didn’t have time for such relationships, or men that would bring the complication of another woman with them—she had learnt her lesson about those sort of involvements the hard way.
But at least she had learnt Zack wasn’t in the hotel! There could still be an embarrassing few moments if Michael should happen to have recognised her, although Joanne Buchanan could hardly make a scene about a relationship Zack had had when they were separated. From what Zack had told her about his wife she doubted Joanne was the type to make a scene in any case, Zack’s caring and respect for his wife not diminishing even after they had agreed their marriage had ended. It had been partly because of the way Zack still loved his wife that Cynara had got out of his life, that and—–
�Shouldn’t you be rehearsing?’ the coldly scornful voice interrupted her thoughts. �After the way you performed last night I think you need it,’ Diane added bitchily.
Anger flashed in her velvet brown eyes, although Cynara’s smile didn’t waver for an instant. �I’m sure that if the hotel management have any complaints about my performance they will tell me so,’ she was stung into retorting.
�Daniel is the management,’ the other woman hissed. �And after the way you’ve been throwing yourself at him he wouldn’t dare complain about you. I’ve met your sort before,’ she went on vehemently. �Daniel is just too enthralled by your beauty at the moment to see that you would drop him like a hot brick if someone with better prospects came along.’
Cynara should have been used to these sort of attacks by now, but it didn’t make the vindictive words hurt any less. All women in her profession were supposed to have slept their way to where they were, and Diane was far from the first woman to make such an accusation. But not by the flicker of an eyelid did Cynara let the other woman know how much she had wounded her; that would only give Diane a satisfaction she didn’t deserve.
�I’ll see you later, Diane,’ she said cheerfully as one of the guests came to the desk for attention.
She knew Diane’s feeling towards her was completely illogical; she hadn’t encouraged Daniel Pope in any way. But Diane was so uncertain of her own relationship with the man that she suspected every woman he came into contact with, including those that weren’t interested.
Seeing Michael so unexpectedly had unnerved Cynara more than she had realised, and she knew that the rehearsals that morning weren’t going well, her thoughts elsewhere, five years back, in fact. She had been twenty-one then to Zack’s thirty-three, her eyes not quite open to the harshness and cruelty of the world, although she had had some experience of it. Her broken relationship with Zack had shown her once and for all that she had little to offer a man.
�Do you want to stop for an early lunch?’ Sean, the piano-player in the residential four-piece backing group asked kindly. �You seem a bit off-colour this morning.’
�Off-key, you mean,’ she corrected ruefully, her long hair secured at her nape, the trousers and loose top she was wearing her usual attire for rehearsals. �There’s no need to be kind, Sean, I’m lousy this morning, and I know it.’
�That’s being too hard on yourself,’ he sympathised. �Your mind just isn’t on it today. Let’s all go eat, hm?’ He stood up, in his early forties, as all the group were.
�You go on without me,’ she sat down wearily on the stage. �I need to cool off first.’ She eased the damp hair off her nape, evidence that she had been working hard, even if it hadn’t been up to standard, her blouse also clinging damply to her back. She was twenty-six now, had been singing professionally for eight years, and it certainly didn’t get any easier!
�Like to join me for lunch in the coffee-shop?’
She looked round gratefully at the sound of that cheerful voice, the mutual dislike between Diane and herself not true of one of the hotel’s other receptionists, Josie Adams. She and Josie had become friends almost instantly, often sharing their breaks together.
Josie frowned as she came further into the large table-filled lounge. The room would be a hive of activity later this evening when Cynara did her show, all of the tables filled, the bar packed too, although right now the place was hollowly empty, the heels of Josie’s sandals echoing loudly as she came over to the slightly raised stage. �Everything all right, love?’ she asked gently.
�Of course,’ Cynara gave a bright smile, shaking off the feeling of tiredness. �And lunch sounds good.’
�It won’t do much for my figure,’ the other woman grimaced as they walked to the hotel’s coffee-shop, preferring its informality this time of day to the more formal atmosphere of the hotel’s other three restaurants. �But I need the energy before I start work.’
�You go on at one?’
�Mm,’ Josie nodded as they sat down at the vacant table in the corner of the brightly attractive room. �And from what I can tell the place is in chaos today.’
Her eyes widened. From what she had seen of the hotel, other than Diane’s normal bitchiness, everything was running as smoothly as it usually was. �It seems okay to me,’ she shrugged.
Josie shook her head. �Have you seen Daniel this morning?’
They both ordered a salad, and while they did so Cynara thought about the question. No, she couldn’t say she had seen the manager today, and that was unusual. Daniel was good at his job, really took care of the guests’ comfort, was always in attendance to see to their slightest whim. His Assistant Manager was noticeably absent too.
�He and Mark are upstairs in the penthouse suite,’ Josie told her as they waited for their meal to be served. �With the owner of the hotel. He arrived late last night, unexpectedly, and now he wants a full report.’
Cynara knew that the London Excellence hotel was one of a huge chain of hotels all over the world. She had been contracted to work a month in each of the six largest ones and, although this was the first she had worked in, she knew it was run as well as its name implied. �I doubt Daniel will have much trouble with that, he’s very good at his job.’
�And Mr Buchanan expects the best,’ Josie grimaced. �I don’t suppose you can blame him. He—–’
�Buchanan?’ Cynara echoed sharply, sure that she must have paled. It was too much of a coincidence! �Do you mean Zack Buchanan?’ she asked dully, knowing it could be no other man, not when she had actually seen Michael, his son.
�That’s right,’ the other woman confirmed. �He owns all the Excellence hotels. Hey, are you all right?’ She frowned as she noticed how pale Cynara had gone.
Cynara managed a wan smile. �I skipped breakfast, I think I just need my lunch.’
�Sure?’
�Of course,’ she dismissed lightly. �Tell me more about Zack Buchanan.’
�Not much to tell,’ Josie shrugged. �Not much that I know, anyway,’ she added ruefully. �His father used to run things until four or five years ago, and he was even more of a tyrant than his son. At least Zack Buchanan only appears every six months or so and shakes the place up; his father had agents who came here posing as guests and then reported back to him.’
That sounded like the Nicholas Buchanan she had known, and Zack still sounded as if he preferred things to be straightforward and honest. Father and son were complete opposites.
Diane had lied to her about Zack staying here, and for that she could cheerfully have slapped her. She could have met Zack any time this morning without warning. It must be Zack’s turn to have Michael after all, although Michael’s lonely state this morning, and Josie’s comment that Zack was working with Daniel this morning, seemed to imply that he wasn’t able to give too much time to his son.
�Zack Buchanan has to be the man they had in mind when tall, dark and handsome was quipped,’ Josie continued. �He’s all of those things. And more.’
Cynara waited until their meal had been served before prompting. �More what?’
Josie shrugged. �He’s cold, unapproachable. The only thing he seems to care about is his family. With his looks and wealth he should have a woman in every town.’
�And?’ She nibbled uninterestedly on her salad.
�Not a single woman, in any town. Unless he’s very discreet,’ Josie frowned. �Although something like that would be hard to keep secret in a place like this.’
�I’ve noticed!’ she teased.
�Just because I made a mistake about your relationship with your agent …’ Josie grimaced.
�And proceeded to go out with him yourself when you knew we were just friends,’ she taunted.
�Rod’s okay,’ the other woman blushed. �A bit older than I’m used to, but I like him.’
�He likes you too.’ She smiled at the thought of the romance that had blossomed the last week between her two friends.
The conversation was clearly off Zack Buchanan as their meal progressed, and Cynara slowly relaxed. Although each time someone came into the coffee-shop she tensed. She wasn’t ready to meet Zack again yet, her hair untidy, her make-up far from perfect, her clothes creased from her morning’s exertion.
Nevertheless, she couldn’t just ignore Michael as he stood uncertainly in the doorway, looking anxiously around the room for somewhere to sit down. Cynara and Josie had finished their lunch, were lingering over coffee, almost ready to leave really, and yet there was something vaguely vulnerable about that too-thin young boy with the familiar green eyes, something she just couldn’t pretend not to have noticed.
�I see a friend,’ she murmured to Josie, slowly standing up, knowing Josie’s eyes widened as she saw the identity of that �friend’. �I won’t be a minute,’ she said vaguely, hurrying over to Michael before she changed her mind. �Hello,’ she greeted almost nervously as she stood in front of the frowning boy.
Michael seemed disturbed by her approach, looking about him self-consciously, his hands thrust into the back pockets of his denims. �Hello,’ he finally returned defiantly, almost aggressively.
�Would you like to join a friend and me for lunch?’ she offered lightly, wishing now that she had just minded her own business and left him to his own devices; he obviously didn’t welcome her attention. �There’s a vacant seat at our table.’ In fact the coffee-shop had filled up in the last half an hour, and the spare seat at the table she and Josie shared was one of the few remaining.
He glanced over to where Josie was watching them curiously, shaking his head. �I wouldn’t want to intrude.’
�You wouldn’t be,’ she assured him, still uncertain about whether or not he remembered her specifically; he was at an age when he would feel aggressively embarrassed about any woman approaching him.
�But you’ve almost finished,’ he shrugged dismissively.
�I’d love another cup of coffee while you eat.’ She smiled encouragingly.
He seemed to hesitate, and then he nodded. �Just while you have another cup of coffee,’ he agreed grudgingly.
Cynara held back her smile as he made it sound as if he were doing her a favour. She could see Josie was a little disconcerted to have her employer’s son join them for lunch, and Cynara’s smile pleaded for the other woman’s understanding.
�Hello, Michael,’ Josie greeted calmly as he sat down with them. �The chicken is good,’ she encouraged in a friendly tone.
He looked at her coolly. �I dislike chicken.’
Josie gave Cynara a look that seemed to say �oh well, I tried,’ before making her excuses to leave. �I have to get to work,’ she stood up. �I hope you enjoy your lunch, Michael,’ she added good-naturedly.
�Thank you,’ he muttered.
Josie gave Cynara another shrug before going to join Diane at the main desk, obviously relieved to leave Cynara to it.
Michael ordered his meal with the air of a boy used to doing so, his tone dismissive. �I saw your photograph on the billboard outside the lounge,’ he met Cynara’s gaze coolly. �I recognised you instantly.’
�I see,’ she nodded, not knowing what else to say.
�Did my father know you would be here?’
Cynara flushed. �I wouldn’t know.’ This was the first time she had ever been cross-examined by a ten-year-old—even if that ten-year-old were bordering on thirty!
�You mean you haven’t spoken to him yet?’ Michael scorned disbelievingly.
�No,’ her reply was sharp.
His expression was sceptical. �I find that hard to believe.’
�Michael—–’
�Are you and my father having an affair?’
Cynara gasped her surprise at such a question being asked by this young boy. �No,’ she answered tautly.
�Why not?’ he frowned. �You had an affair with him before, didn’t you?’
�Michael—–’
�I know you did, because he asked my mother for a divorce because of you.’
�Michael, no! That isn’t—’
�Grandfather told me all about you.’ The green eyes were as glacial as his father’s could be.
Cynara frowned. �And just exactly what did he tell you?’ she asked tightly, shocked and dismayed that Nicholas Buchanan had disliked her so much he had relayed his resentment to this young boy.
�Does it matter?’ Michael dismissed. �The fact that you’re here now is enough.’
�What do you mean?’ Dark brows met over puzzled velvet brown eyes.
�Don’t tell me you didn’t know of Grandfather’s death,’ he scorned. �Or the fact that the whole Buchanan empire is now my father’s.’
Cynara had gone very pale. Once she realised Michael was well aware of who she was she hadn’t expected politeness, but this—–! Just exactly what had Nicholas Buchanan told his grandson about her?
�Your father was always a rich man,’ she dismissed with a casualness she was far from feeling.
�Not rich enough for you then apparently,’ Michael said contemptuously. �But he has it all now.’
�Not all, Michael.’ She looked at him glacially. �He obviously has a son who possesses no manners whatsoever, a stupid little boy who has no idea what he’s talking about!’ She spoke to wound because she had been hurt herself, and she knew she had succeeded in humiliating him when she saw the pained colour stain the young boy’s cheeks.
He stood up noisily. �I know exactly what you are,’ he told her insultingly, his voice raised. �You’re no good, and—and if you ever come near my father again I’ll kill you!’ He turned and almost ran from the room, hoping she wouldn’t see the tears in his eyes.
Cynara swallowed hard, uncomfortably aware that she was the cynosure of all eyes, looking up with a shrug that seemed to say �kids!’ Michael was frightened, she realised that, knew that he was warning her off his father because he feared her past involvement with him. He needn’t have worried, Zack would probably cut her dead if they did happen to meet while he was staying here, had no reason to want to ever see her again, a fact he had made more than plain the last time they had spoken.
She didn’t leave the coffee-shop straight away, refused to look guilty, ordering herself another coffee when she explained to the waitress that Michael had changed his mind about the hamburger. She didn’t usually take so much caffeine into her system in the morning, and liked to rest in the afternoon for the evening’s show, but after meeting Michael, knowing that Zack was staying at the hotel, she doubted she would be able to rest anyway.
When she finally did get up to leave she knew it was with the intention of not letting Diane James think she could make a fool out of her just because her boyfriend had a roving eye!
She marched over to the reception. �You lied to me about Zack Buchanan,’ she snapped.
Blonde brows arched haughtily. �I did no such thing,’ Diane drawled.
�You told me he wasn’t staying here,’ she reminded accusingly.
�I said he wasn’t registered,’ the other woman said coldly. �And he isn’t. Neither Mr Buchanan nor his children ever register,’ she announced triumphantly.
Cynara felt the colour drain from her face. �Ch-children?’ she repeated dazedly; Michael had been an only child when she knew Zack five years ago!
�His son and daughter,’ Diane nodded coldly.
�Er—–’ She moistened suddenly dry lips. �How old is his daughter?’
�How would I know?’ Diane dismissed uninterestedly. �All young children look the same to me.’
�Kelly is about three,’ Josie rushed over to tell her, frowning at how pale Cynara was. �Is there anything wrong?’ she asked anxiously.
�Er—no,’ she recovered with an effort from the shock of knowing Zack had another child. �I didn’t realise Zack—Mr Buchanan, had—had remarried.’ God, she had to pull herself together, she was making an idiot of herself. Why shouldn’t Zack have remarried after his divorce from Joanne, have had other children. She had made it plain she wanted no part of his life.
�He hasn’t,’ Josie still frowned.
She moistened her lips again. �Kelly is Joanne’s child?’ she croaked, wondering if the shock could be making her voice fade in this way.
�If that was his wife’s name, yes,’ Josie looked puzzled. �Look, are you sure you’re okay?’
�Can’t you see she isn’t,’ Diane scorned. �Mr Buchanan is probably another one of those men that belong to another woman who Cynara’s been involved with.’
�Shut up,’ Josie turned on her angrily.
�But can’t you see it’s true,’ Diane derided with contempt. �Well his wife is dead now, Cynara, so why don’t you have another shot at him?’ she added insultingly.
�Diane, if you don’t shut up I’ll find a way to make you,’ Josie warned softly.
Diane flushed. �I was only assuring her that Mr Buchanan is a free man now.’
It was true that Zack had still been married to Joanne when they had met and fallen in love five years ago, but she had been sure they were divorcing each other, that their marriage had broken down completely. But if Kelly were three that meant Zack must have returned to Joanne shortly after their own heated separation. And they had another child to cement their love.
�It’s all right, Josie,’ she told the other woman dully as she would once again have defended her.
�Diane is a bitch—–’
�Just who do you think you’re calling a bitch?’ Diane snapped indignantly.
�You!’ Josie told her without remorse. �Can’t you see how upset Cynara is?’
�I can see that one of her past indiscretions has caught up with her,’ the other woman said contemptuously. �And about time too. She can’t go around chasing other women’s men—–’
�If you’re talking about Daniel,’ Josie cut in insultingly, �then let me tell you he’s the one who does the chasing! I was black and blue my first week here from trying to avoid his advances!’
�How dare you! You—–’
�Oh, shut up, Diane,’ she was told impatiently, Josie coming out from behind the desk to put her arm comfortingly about Cynara’s shoulders. �Come on, love, I’ll take you up to your room.’
Cynara gave a wan smile as she and Josie went up to the room that had been allocated to her for the month of her contract at this hotel. �She’ll never forgive you,’ she grimaced.
Josie gave a shrug that said she wasn’t in the least interested—or worried about Diane. �She’s a vindictive bitch,’ she dismissed. �It’s time someone put her in her place.’
�Oh, I think you did that,’ Cynara said ruefully, unlocking her door.
�Do you want me to come in with you?’ Josie offered sympathetically.
�Would you mind very much if I wanted to be alone for a while?’ she asked for understanding.
Josie squeezed her arm encouragingly. �I’m available if you ever need someone to talk to.’
�Thank you,’ she said gratefully, going in to her room to fall despondently into an armchair, seeing nothing of the luxurious comfort of the room, only feeling the pain of knowing that the love Zack had once professed to feel for her had only been a fleeting emotion after all, that he had returned to the wife he had admitted he still loved.
CHAPTER TWO (#ulink_fe855adc-e7e3-5c0d-a730-4130dde57f14)
THE show wasn’t going well, and she knew it. She only hoped the audience weren’t as aware of it as she was. And it wasn’t entirely due to the disturbing news she had heard that morning. No, that was only part of it, the rest of it was the man who sat so still at the back of the crowded room, every table full in the lounge except the one he sat at, the three other chairs around the table conspicuously empty.
She hadn’t noticed him at first, had entered the stage wearing the glittering gold gown that made her hair look like flame as it swung straight down her back, had gone through the first two bouncy numbers before the steady consistency of that green gaze prickled an awareness down her spine, until she began to search for the only man who had ever been able to physically reach out and touch her across a room.
She had faltered slightly in the middle of a song as she finally found him seated alone at that table at the back of the room. He had changed little, perhaps a little more grey sprinkled among the dark hair, a few more lines on his handsome face, but otherwise he was still the Zack Buchanan she had fallen in love with five years ago.
Their meeting then had been very much the same as now, only that time Zack had been on a cruise with Michael, Cynara one of the people hired for the entertainment for the season of cruises. He had attended one of her shows, his penetrating gaze drawing her to him, and when he had sent her a message by one of the staff to join him after the show for a drink she had eagerly accepted. He hadn’t seemed at all like the other romeos she had encountered so far on this season of cruises, seemed reserved, withdrawn. Besides, what could he do to her on a crowded cruise-ship?
He had stood up as she joined him, her face bare of stage make-up, the cream Victorian-style high-necked lace dress a perfect foil for her long gleaming hair.
�You’re younger than I realised.’ He had frowned, obviously in his early to mid-thirties.
�Does it matter?’ Her eyes had glowed with the anticipation of being with this handsome man.
He had shrugged. �I’m not sure,’ he had admitted ruefully. �Maybe I should tell you from the beginning that my wife recently left me, I’m on board with my very confused and hurt five-year-old son and his nanny, and I’m only interested in a transient relationship at best.’
�Whew!’ She had laughed self-consciously. �That’s honesty for you!’
�Yes.’ He had sighed.
Cynara had sat forward to cover his hand with hers, a long hand, strength in the lean fingers, his whole body full of ripcord muscle that couldn’t be hidden by the elegant black evening suit. His face was startlingly attractive rather than strictly handsome, his eyes deeply green, his nose long and straight, his mouth a thin line, his jaw square and firm, power etched into every pore. And Cynara knew with shocking clarity that she wanted him!
�Maybe we could start off as friends,’ she had suggested in her husky voice, a natural huskiness that added such quality to her voice when she sang. �And see what happens.’
What had happened was that she had spent every evening after her show with him, and if she didn’t happen to be working in the evening then she had dinner with him too. The days spent in rehearsals, or sunning herself on deck, understanding Zack’s need to establish a relationship with his son, the self-possessed little boy she saw him with on deck very much in need of his father’s love and reassurance.
By the last night of the cruise Cynara knew that she was in love with him, that the thought of parting from Zack in the morning was a depressing one. He had respected her decision that they be friends, too much so in some ways, his good-night kisses too fleeting to be appreciated, their times on the dance floor the only real occasions when she was in his arms. But that last night she had been determined they shouldn’t part so casually. And Zack had seemed to feel the same way, moulding her body to his as they danced, her slender frame dwarfed by his six feet plus. It added to the delusion that she was a child, and that wasn’t how she wanted him to think of her. Her suggestion of a walk in the moonlight had been made with only one idea in mind, to be in his arms, really be in his arms.
It was a cool evening as they approached England, Cynara’s wrap not enough to ward off the chilling wind.
Zack had felt her shiver, his arm about her waist. �I’d invite you back to my suite for a nightcap,’ he had told her huskily, �but we might disturb Michael or Ruth.’
She knew Ruth was Michael’s nanny, had seen the plump middle-aged woman at the pool with them. But it was the first indication Zack had given that he wanted to be completely alone with her, and she didn’t intend to let it pass them by. �My room is small,’ she had told him. �But we wouldn’t be disturbed there.’
Zack had looked at her searchingly for several minutes, and whatever he had seen in her candid brown eyes had made him nod his agreement, allowing her to take him by the hand and lead the way to her room.
She had been a bit cramped for space with all her stage costumes as well as her normal clothes, and yet she had made the room comfortable, personalised, and had sensed Zack’s approval as he turned back to her after looking around the room, chuckling as something behind her had caught his attention.
He had walked across the room to pick up the battered doll that sat on her dressing-table. �Now I know how young you are,’ he had mocked.
�What you see here is all I have,’ she had told him quietly. �I have no permanent home, my venues are too varied for that, and so my home travels with me, such as it is. The doll is one that my mother gave me when I was a child.’ She had told him of her parents death when she was young, of being brought up in an orphanage, knew of his own privileged background, silently pleading for him to understand the way she clung to that tattered doll.
�I’m sorry, Cynara.’ He had put the doll down, holding out his arms to her, resting his head on top of hers when she flew into them. �I’m really not worried about a nightcap.’ He had moved back to look at her with darkened green eyes. �Are you?’
She had known what he had really been asking, and she had answered unhesitantly, �No.’ Her voice had been a throaty invitation.
The gentle kisses she had received from him the last week hadn’t prepared her for the raw passion of his devouring mouth, no preliminary searching or questioning, just fiery desire as his tongue had probed the edge of her mouth, the gentle parting of her lips surrender enough as he had plundered the moist warmth within, his thighs leaping with the same need.
She had wanted to touch the hard planes of his body that she had only ever seen when he lazed by the pool after a swim, had helped him take off his clothes, her own dress a diaphanous heap on the carpeted floor, her only clothing a pair of flesh-coloured briefs that rested low down on her hips.
Zack had been a silent lover, telling her with his lips and hands how beautiful he had found her, their lovemaking caresses made as if by instinct, driving them quickly to the peak of need. When Zack had joined his body with hers she had felt complete for the first time in her life, knew she had found the man she loved, had climbed the pinnacle of desire at his side, his equal, tumbling over the edge of trembling ecstasy together.
She had lain in his arms on the narrow bed afterwards, wondering if he were disappointed that he wasn’t her first lover, although he had known of her engagement to Paul, of her intimacy with him, before their engagement ended. She seemed to have told Zack so much about herself in the last week. It hadn’t been a confidence he had reciprocated to the same degree, although she knew he regretted the end of his marriage, still cared for his wife deeply, loved his son very much. She had also come to realise the extreme wealth that gave him his supreme self-confidence, the Buchanan business empire taking up much of his time. And she understood his need for only a transient relationship, knew that they had had fun together this last week, but that it had been a time out of time, that neither of them could ever fit into the other’s world, knowing that Zack would never want to fit into hers.
He had left her reluctantly in the early hours of the morning, explaining that he had to be in his suite when Michael woke up.
Cynara hadn’t slept for the rest of the night, had lain awake dreading the parting that morning would bring.
It had been a very formal parting, both of them conscious of the curiosity of the other passengers as they had watched the progress of their romance through the last week. Cynara had watched from the side of the ship as a black limousine waited for Zack and his party on the dock, banishing the tears to smile and wave as he turned to glance up at her, anxious that his last memory of her shouldn’t be an unhappy one, that he should remember only the laughter and loving they had shared when he thought of her. If he thought of her.
She had thanked God it was her last trip when the next cruise began a few days later, knew that she couldn’t keep up the air of jollity that was expected of her on board ship. Everywhere she went on board there were memories of herself and Zack, the ones in her cabin impossible to live with. Until the note had been delivered.
They had docked in Turkey, and she had taken advantage of the stop to go round the Grand Bazaar, had been enthralled with the exotic jewellery displayed in so many of the windows, coming back from her trip exhausted. She hadn’t taken any notice of the envelope slipped under her door at first, was too used to these ship’s memorandum being delivered in this way, throwing off her shoes to collapse back on the bed.
Finally she pulled herself up, picking up the envelope, ripping it open half-heartedly. The message had been short and brief, �Call me. Zack.’ And at the bottom of the page had been a telephone number.
She had paced her cabin frustratedly until they were underway again and the ship’s telephones were back in use, unable to make calls while they were docked.
I’ll be waiting, Zack had told her. And he had been.
She was under no illusions of them becoming friends this time, knew it was the one thing they could never be. The cold contempt in Zack’s eyes as he continued to watch her seemed to say he had lived through the same memories—and came to the same conclusions.
But five years hadn’t changed the shock of awareness she felt at seeing him again, the need she felt to be in his arms. Suddenly, she knew she had only been half alive the last five years, that her heart still belonged to this man. How could she have been completely alive with no heart, she thought hysterically.
The rest of her early evening show passed in a blur for her, singing automatically. It had all become mainly routine for her the last few years, but she usually enjoyed herself; tonight the show couldn’t be over soon enough for her, needing to get away from the steady contempt in narrowed green eyes as her voice slowly deteroriated.
She was aware of Zack’s every move. He didn’t speak to anyone, his glass automatically replaced as soon as it was empty, and his gaze never left her. She was a nervous wreck by the time she stepped gratefully off the stage and out of the spotlights, not sure if she could go back on in an hour and do another show, shutting herself in the privacy of her dressing-room.
�What’s wrong, Cyn?’
She looked up wearily as Rod, her agent, came in unannounced. �Don’t call me that,’ she snapped automatically. �What are you doing here?’ she frowned.
�Josie told me you didn’t seem quite yourself today.’ He shrugged, a tall blond-haired man, with a face and physique that should have taken him into films, but he preferred to be the man behind the stars rather than become one himself. �So I thought I’d come and see for myself.’
Josie followed him into the room, grimacing. �Sorry,’ she asked for forgiveness.
Cynara gave her a tired smile. �It’s a good thing I love you both so much.’
�What’s happening out there, Cyn?’ Rod wasn’t at all daunted by her show of temper earlier at his shortened version of her name.
�Not a lot, couldn’t you hear that for yourself?’ she sighed shakily.
�You weren’t your usual effervescent self—–’
�I was awful,’ she put in flatly. �And everyone knows it.’ Including the man with the contemptuous green eyes!
�Hey, you’re a professional,’ Rod comforted. �You don’t give bad performances, just ones that weren’t as good as they could have been. Besides, half those people out there wouldn’t know talent if they heard it.’
Her vividly painted red mouth quirked into a smile. �I think I may have just been insulted,’ she mocked.
Rod made an impatient movement. �You haven’t had a break in years,’ he defended, frowning as he realised the truth of that.
Five years. Oh she had had the odd day or few days when she was �resting’, but they hadn’t been made through choice. When she stopped this mad merry-go-round of shows she had too much time to think, to dwell on the man she loved and who now hated her with a vengeance. The fact that she had meant him to hate her didn’t help the feeling of desolation when she knew that he did.
�My life is one bit holiday,’ she dismissed briskly. �I was in Germany last month, Las Vegas the month before that. I’m always in one glamourous locale or another.’
�Working,’ Rod put in firmly.
�It’s what I do best,’ she shrugged.
�It’s what you do, period,’ he frowned. �Maybe I should have insisted you take a break—–’
�You happen to be my agent, Rod,’ she scorned. �Not my manager!’
�You need managing—–’
�Rod, I have only forty minutes before my next show, I’d like to shower, change, possibly have some dinner,’ she told him pointedly.
�You’re going back on?’
�Of course,’ she dismissed. �The gruffness will have gone by then. Besides, I’m a professional,’ she reminded dryly.
Rod pulled a face. �You certainly are. Okay,’ he sighed. �But if you change your mind about taking a break just let me know and we’ll arrange it.’
�I won’t,’ she told him abruptly, knowing that she would fall apart if she ever sat back and thought about the next thirty to forty years without Zack. She lived her life day by day, never thought of tomorrow; it was the only way she could go on.
She ordered a sandwich to be sent to her dressing-room, securing her hair out of the way of the shower as she moved to stand beneath it’s soothing spray. Would Zack have left by the time she went out for her late-night show? Why was he there at all? Curiosity, perhaps. Maybe he wanted to see if she had changed at all. Had she? No, she didn’t think so. Her gleaming red hair had always been this length, the image of beauty she could attain with the expert application of make-up showed her that her face had changed little either. Maybe she was a little thinner, but that only threw into prominence the classical lines of her bone-structure, made her wrists and hands seem delicately beautiful, the figure-hugging gowns she wore on stage showing she didn’t possess an ounce of excess weight. No, on the outside she was still very much the same, it was on the inside that she felt nothing, not allowing pain or pleasure to colour her controlled existence, not daring to in case she fell apart.
�Leave it on the table,’ she instructed the waiter as she heard him bring in her sandwich, wrapping a towel about her as she heard the door close behind him, intent on fastening it at her breasts as she re-entered the room.
�Leave what on the table?’
Her head went back sharply at the sound of that voice, looking straight into Zack’s scornful green eyes. She felt all the colour drain from her face.
�The days when I would bring you a gift after one of your shows are long gone,’ he drawled hardly, his gaze raking over her critically.
She seemed to have stopped breathing, as affected by the deep timbre of his voice as she always had been, pain tightening her chest as she saw the contempt for her in his face. He looked impressive in the black evening suit and white silk shirt, his skin tanned a deep brown, as if he had recently been on holiday. Maybe he had taken his yacht �Joanne’ to the Greek islands as he liked to do in the spring. Maybe he had even renamed the yacht for his daughter …
She ignored the taunt he had made about bringing her gifts; she had returned every one of those expensive baubles when she walked out of his life. �I thought you were the waiter with my dinner,’ she explained stiffly. �Would you mind waiting while I go and dress?’ She picked up the black gown she was to wear for her second show. �I won’t be long.’
�Why not dress in here?’ He lowered his long length into an armchair, taking out a lighter to put the flame to the cigarette he had just taken from his gold case.
�I thought you had given up smoking,’ Cynara said without thinking, blushing as he looked at her coldly, dark brows raised at her audacity.
�I started again,’ he said abruptly. �I said why not dress in here, we always used to talk while you changed between shows.’
The blush deepened in her cheeks. �We used to do a lot of things we no longer do,’ she mumbled.
�I want to talk to you,’ Zack bit out hardly. �And I don’t intend waiting.’
Anger flared briefly in her eyes, and then it faded. Zack had a right to be angry with her, he had asked her to be his wife and she had refused him in the most humiliating way possible. She had hurt him very badly, and it was obvious, even though he had been reconciled with Joanne, that he hadn’t forgiven her for it.
�I’m afraid you’ll have to,’ she told him calmly, having no intention of dressing in front of him. �Or not talk to me at all.’
His mouth tightened ominously as he met the stubborn challenge in her eyes. �Go and dress,’ he finally instructed. �But I don’t intend waiting longer than five minutes,’ he warned.
It took her almost that amount of time to stop trembling long enough to zip up her dress. Even though she knew Zack owned the hotel, was actually staying here at the moment, had been conscious of his stare all during her show, she hadn’t imagined he would come to her dressing-room like this; the last time they had spoken he had made it plain they had nothing more to say to each other.
But she knew the coldly controlled man he had become wouldn’t allow her a second over the five minutes he had allowed her, quickly reapplying her make-up and brushing her hair. The sparkle that had always been present in her eyes in the past was noticeably absent, but that couldn’t be helped.
�The waiter delivered your dinner,’ Zack told her coldly once she rejoined him, looking disgustedly at the chicken sandwich. �I won’t take it off your fee if you order dinner over five pounds,’ he drawled scornfully.
She shrugged. �The sandwich will do just fine.’
�If you say so.’ He gave a dismissive grimace. �I believe you had lunch with my son Michael today.’ His eyes narrowed questioningly.
She sighed, wondering what Michael had told his father about the meeting; nothing good if his angry exit from the coffee-shop were anything to go by. �I wouldn’t exactly say that,’ she drawled. �I had already finished my meal when he joined me, and he left before he had time to eat his.’
�Just what exactly did you tell my son about us, Cynara?’ Zack rasped.
Her eyes widened at his accusing tone. �I didn’t tell him anything—–’
�You can’t tell me he already knew about our affair,’ Zack sat forward tensely.
�Your father—–’
�Would hardly tell a child of his father’s indiscretions,’ he denied harshly. �According to you my father is responsible for most of the world’s sins,’ he bit out coldly. �You always were paranoid about him!’
�Paranoid!’ she gasped indignantly.
�Yes!’ His eyes glittered angrily. �Damn it, the man’s been dead for six months, at least let him lay in peace.’
�Why should I, he didn’t let me live in peace!’ she flared. �And he did tell Michael that we were once lovers! Your son blandly sat across the table from me at lunchtime and said as much.’
�I don’t believe you.’
�Then what do you believe?’ she demanded furiously. �That I would boast to a ten-year-old boy of how I once went to bed with his father? Credit me with a little more compassion than that, Zack. Especially as you returned to his mother after me.’
His head snapped back. �What?’
�Congratulations on your daughter, Zack.’ Her voice was brittle. �If she looks anything like her mother I’m sure she’s beautiful.’ She had seen a picture of Joanne once, a beautiful blonde woman, with kind blue eyes.
�Kelly is exactly like Joanne,’ he told her abruptly, seeming lost in thought.
She would have liked to have said how sorry she was about Joanne’s death, but perhaps in the circumstances it would be in bad taste. �What did Michael tell you about our meeting?’
Zack’s mouth tightened as he stubbed out another cigarette, the ashtray fast filling up. �I’d rather not discuss it—–’
�You can’t come in here breathing fire and throwing out accusations without giving me a chance to defend myself,’ she snapped. �I have a right to know what Michael told you—or perhaps I should just go and ask him myself?’
�That might be a little difficult,’ Zack lit up another cigarette.
�Why might it? And will you please stop smoking?’ She frowned at his fourth cigarette in twenty minutes.
His mouth twisted. �You always were a little nag about that.’ But he stubbed out the cigarette after smoking only a quarter of it.
�I wasn’t a nag, I just thought it a rather stupid way to kill oneself. But my concern this time was all for myself, the smoke doesn’t do my voice any good!’
Dark brows rose. �Is that your excuse for your earlier show?’
Her mouth tightened. �If you weren’t satisfied I’m sure my agent would be pleased to discuss the termination of my contract with you,’ she was stung into replying, well aware of how she had sounded out on stage tonight.
�You’ll do,’ he dismissed indifferently. �That husky quality in your voice always was as sexy as hell. It seems a pity your career hasn’t reached the heights of stardom that you craved so much,’ he derided. �Why is that, Cynara?’ He raised mocking brows.
She shrugged. �I guess I’m not good enough for the big-time.’
�But the last I heard you were going to make it happen for you,’ he persisted challengingly. �Couldn’t you have brought your way to fame?’
She had known the insult was coming, had been expecting it, but that didn’t make it any easier to accept when it did come.
�Didn’t my father pay you enough, Cynara?’ he probed hardly.
She moistened dry lips. �I’m sure your father must have told you I didn’t cash that cheque.’
His laugh was harshly derisive. �I know you couldn’t cash the cheque,’ he amended with distaste. �My father put a stop on it as soon as you walked out the door with it clutched in your greedy little hand!’
She should have known Nicholas Buchanan would do something like that, that he wouldn’t take the risk that she just might cash his cheque! But she hadn’t even attempted to do so, by accepting it they all knew she had alienated herself from Zack’s love for good; and that was what she had wanted. It was what Nicholas Buchanan had wanted too, and as usual he had had his way.
�Why didn’t you simply marry a man who could help your career?’ Zack continued to taunt. �Someone in the record business, perhaps,’ he scorned.
�If that had been what I had wanted I could have married you!’ she snapped, her eyes flashing darkly. �You had enough money to buy me a recording studio!’
He looked her over with deliberate contempt. �I probably would have done too,’ he conceded with self-disgust. �I was totally infatuated with you five years ago.’
Cynara swallowed hard. �And I thought it was love.’
�Perhaps it was, for a time,’ he rasped. �But knowing the woman you’re in love with, and who supposedly loves you, has accepted money to get out of your life has a way of souring the emotion!’
It had left him a very embittered man, she could see that. But she didn’t feel she was completely to blame for that. �I distinctly remember, on our first evening together, your telling me a temporary relationship was all you were interested in,’ she reminded softly.
�I changed my mind,’ he bit out.
�But I didn’t,’ she stated simply. �I didn’t want a husband, rich or otherwise.’
�I soon found that out!’
�I don’t know why you’re so bitter and twisted about it, Zack,’ she dismissed with an indifference she was far from feeling. �You must have been reconciled with Joanne soon after that.’
�Yes, I must have been, mustn’t I?’ His mouth twisted. �Which brings us back to Michael. From the conversation you had with him he seemed convinced it’s only a matter of time before we resume our affair.’
�I hope you told him how ridiculous that idea was,’ she said dryly.
He fixed her with an arrogant stare. �I am not in the habit of discussing my private life with a ten-year-old!’
Cynara’s mouth twisted. �Even when that ten-year-old can seem like he’s thirty?’
He gave an acknowledging inclination of his head. �Michael is very mature for his age,’ he agreed. �Nevertheless, I think you could have refrained from discussing our past—association, with him.’
�I told you, he was the one who introduced the subject,’ she insisted exasperatedly.
�And I told you I don’t believe you,’ Zack rasped.
�Maybe I should just ask Michael to tell you the truth,’ she flared.
�My son is in bed, asleep I hope, at ten o’clock at night,’ he said disparagingly. �And he and Kelly return to my mother’s house tomorrow.’
Her eyes widened. �They don’t live with you?’
His mouth tightened at the unspoken criticism. �You think dragging my children from one hotel to another would be a suitably stable life for them? he snapped.
She shrugged, frowning. �They’re with you this time, I just assumed …’
�You assumed wrong,’ he bit out. �We are all on our way back from a holiday with Joanne’s mother in Australia, Michael will be returning to his boarding school in a week or so, and Kelly will be cared for by my mother and her nanny.’
�Don’t you miss them?’ The question came out before she could stop herself, biting her lip as he looked at her coldly.
�Your concern for my children is touching, Cynara, considering you’ve been so self-centred in your career you haven’t had time to have any of your own.’ His mouth twisted contemptuously.
�But I can see you wouldn’t want to mar that beautiful body, even temporarily.’ He stood up, instantly dwarfing her. �I believe this conversation is over.’
�I believe so too,’ she agreed numbly.
�Don’t discuss our past affair with anyone else, Cynara,’ he warned softly.
�I haven’t discussed it with anyone,’ she flared. �Although I would think by now that most of the staff, and quite a few of the guests, are well aware of it.’
His eyes narrowed to green slits. �How?’
She sighed. �Before Michael decided not to eat his lunch he stood up and loudly told me I was no good and not to go near his father again.’ She gave a wan smile. �He said he would kill me if I did.’
�Damn,’ Zack bit out fiercely. �Damn, damn, damn!’
�I can see now where he gets his temper from,’ she softly mocked.
Green eyes blazed at her. �I do not care to discuss the temperament of my son and myself with you,’ he bit out coldly, glancing at the plain gold watch on his wrist. �I believe you have another show to do,’ he reminded abruptly before leaving.
It had been worse, so much worse, than she had imagined. She still loved Zack, and there could never be a future for them, never could have been and never would be. She had known that the night they met, had been grateful for Zack’s honesty about any relationship they had. It hadn’t occurred to her that the fact that they had fallen in love would change those plans. When Zack had asked her to marry him she hadn’t known what to do, or say. In the end she had had no choice, Nicholas Buchanan made sure of that.
�We’re back on,’ Sean appeared in the doorway to tell her. �I like the dress,’ he leered teasingly.
It was a low-cut, low-backed black dress that clung everywhere—and for all the notice Zack had taken of it she might have been wearing a sack! Had she secretly hoped he would still find her attractive, that he might even suggest resuming the affair they had once had? She knew she had hurt Zack too much in the past for him to ever forgive her.
She gave a rueful look at the chicken sandwich that had curled up at the edges while she spoke to Zack, following Sean out of the room; she didn’t have the appetite for it now, even if she had had the time to eat it.
The table at the back of the room had been filled with two young couples now, and a quick glance around the rest of the lounge showed her Zack wasn’t seated anywhere else either. He had seen her, made his feelings clear, and now had no reason to bother with her further.
The second show was an improvement on the first. She allowed herself to relax a little now that Zack’s ominous presence was no longer in the room, and knew that the audience appreciated her performance.
But by twelve o’clock, when she had finally cleaned away in her dressing-room, she felt exhausted, just wanted to fall into bed and go to sleep. But she knew she wasn’t going to, going over and over in her mind that last meeting with the triumphant Nicholas Buchanan.
Thinking about it wasn’t going to change anything, she knew that, and yet the images wouldn’t be banished. Zack had invited her down to his family home for the weekend, something he had done plenty of times before. His parents seemed to accept that she had been sharing an apartment with him in London for the last three months, his gentle mother always warm and friendly, his father not openly disclaiming the affair but making it clear he thought his only child could do better than a young singer in a nightclub.
On the Saturday evening she and Zack had gone to the local country club for dinner, and as they had walked outside in the moonlit garden after their meal Zack had asked her to marry him. Her stunned surprise must have shown on her face.
�Darling, it can’t be such a shock,’ he had laughed indulgently; he had laughed a lot since they had been together, no longer the remote man she had first met. �It must be obvious from the way I can’t keep my hands off you, that I have to keep touching you, that I’m in love with you.’
She had blushed at the mention of the amount of time they spent in bed together, Zack liking to touch her and caress her even when they weren’t making love. Physically they had been perfect from the first, and that part of the relationship only got better. In fact, the whole relationship was absolute bliss for Cynara, the fact that Zack was still technically married to Joanne meaning there had been no pressure on her for a more permanent relationship.
But in a matter of seconds Zack had changed all that, and she could feel the panic rising up inside her. �We’re happy as we are, Zack,’ she dismissed lightly. �Let’s not spoil it.’
�Spoil it?’ the laughter slowly left his face. �How could being married spoil anything?’
�You told me you didn’t want another permanent relationship,’ she had reminded him, the smile on her lips not concealing the strain in her eyes.
�Cynara, I love you,’ he had said impatiently. �I believed you loved me.’
�I do—–’
�Then where’s the problem?’ he had frowned. �People that love each other usually get married.’
�I—I just don’t want to—to upset things between us,’ she had been very pale in the moonlight. �You loved Joanne once, and look what happened to that marriage,’ she had added desperately.
�I still love Joanne,’ he had told her softly. �But I don’t know that I was ever in love with her. We met when we were both at university, married because we thought we were in love and Joanne’s parents were urging her to return to Australia. By the time the first heady excitement of what we had done had died down Michael was on the way. We were lovers who, as the years passed, became friends who loved each other. When someone else came along for her about a year ago I didn’t stand in her way of happiness. She’s a wonderful woman, she deserves to be happy. But I think I deserve happiness too,’ he had told her frowningly. �Meeting you and falling in love with you was the last thing I had in mind when I walked on to that ship almost four months ago. But I did meet you, and I love you more than life itself. I can’t imagine ever being without you now.’
She had felt the same way, but she had known she couldn’t marry him. And if she were to make him understand that without revealing the true reason then she was going to have to hurt him. �Marriage is too confining, Zack,’ she had dismissed brightly. �I have to be free, free to do what I want.’
�And what do you want?’ he had rasped. �I thought you wanted me!’
�I do,’ she had drawled throatily. �But I also want a career, to travel where that career takes me.’
�You can still have those things married to me,’ he had protested.
�Zack Buchanan’s wife a singer?’ she had mocked. �I don’t think so, Zack. What would your friends, your family, have to say about that?’
�I don’t give a damn what anyone has to say.’ He had scowled. �I want you for my wife.’
�You say that now,’ she had grimaced. �But what about in a few years time when you do care what those friends and family have to say? What then, Zack?’
�It won’t happen,’ he had dismissed impatiently. �Besides, I doubt you will want to continue with your career for ever.’
�Why won’t I?’ she had prompted.
�Well—I—You can’t sing for the rest of your life,’ he had protested frowningly.
�Why can’t I?’ she had persisted softly.
He had given an impatient sigh. �Surely one day you will just want to take things easy, settle down?’
�No.’ She had shaken her head firmly. �That’s exactly what I don’t want.’
�You want us to just continue with this living together arrangement?’
�Yes!’
�And if I want more than that?’
She had swallowed hard. �I can’t give you more than that.’
His mouth had thinned angrily. �Maybe you just need time to think this over,’ he had bit out. �After all, I’m still married to Joanne; we haven’t even discussed marriage before. You probably haven’t given it a thought.’
He had been wrong, she had thought about it, and had dismissed it, as she always must.
They had driven back to his parents’ house in silence, and for the first time Cynara had been relieved that they had been given separate bedrooms, not have felt able to be near Zack that night without sobbing out the truth to him. They had parted at her bedroom door, and from the tight-lipped disappointment on Zack’s face she had known there would be no late night trip to her bedroom tonight as there had been in the past when they stayed with his parents, that Zack had been too hurt to want her tonight.
She had been right, sleeping badly as she knew things were over between the two of them. He wouldn’t settle for less than marriage now, and she would never marry him.
�My son has gone out riding,’ Nicholas Buchanan had informed her when she had joined him at the breakfast table. �He seemed a little—distraught.’
�Really?’ She had sipped her reviving coffee, wishing Alice Buchanan were there to counteract the harsh disapproval Nicholas Buchanan had never hesitated in showing her whenever they were alone. But Alice always breakfasted in her bedroom, and so Cynara knew she would get no help from that direction.
�Have the two of you argued?’ Nicholas had probed mercilessly.
Not as tall or well-built as his son, Nicholas Buchanan had, nevertheless, exuded power of a different kind. Cynara hadn’t felt comfortable under his blue-eyed stare from the moment they had met.
�We’ve—er—had a slight disagreement,’ she had conceded warily.
�I’m glad to have this time alone with you.’ He had spoken softly, with all the charm of a snake. �I want to talk to you, about something personal.’
�Yes?’ She had eyed him guardedly.
�In my study,’ he had told her. �Where we can’t be disturbed.’
Not �wont’ be, but �can’t’ be! Cynara had felt her tension rise as she had followed him from the room. Nicholas Buchanan had never gone out of his way to talk to her before; this meeting seemed ominous.
�Sit down,’ he had invited, moving to stand behind the imposing desk. �I have something I want to show you.’
�Yes?’ She had sat down demurely, wariness in every bone of her body. Nicholas Buchanan had the look of a snake about to fatally strike his victim—and she was it!
He had moved the picture on the wall behind him to one side to reveal a safe, deftly unlocking it to take out a folder. �Do you know what this is?’ He had turned to her Cynara had frowned. �Should I?’
�Perhaps, if you had come to know me a little better.’ He had smiled without humour, sitting down behind the desk. �When my only son and heir brings home a cheap little singer like you and introduces her to his mother and me then I feel I have reason to try and protect him from making a fool of himself.’
Cynara had tensed at his emotionless insult, knowing there was worse to come. There was, much worse!
�So I had you investigated—–’
�No!’ she had gasped.
�Yes,’ he had stated coldly. �This file tells me everything I need to know about Cynara Williams. You see, I believe my son intends to ask you to marry him—–’
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