'She isn't,' he said curtly. 'I arranged for her move to the Dower House months ago, when I still thought you might return of your own accord.'
She raised her brows. 'That can't have pleased her.'
'Nor did the prospect of finding herself replaced as the mistress of the house. Once I married, her departure became inevitable. She knew that.' He slanted a glance at her. 'Or did you wish to go on sharing a roof with her indefinitely?"
Her mouth tightened. 'No.'
'That's what I thought." He sounded faintly amused. He turned the car under an archway and slotted it expertly in to a cramped space in the small hotel car park. As they walked to the rear entrance Cally was conscious of his hand under her elbow.
When they reached the desk, she saw the blonde receptionist's eager smile lake a disappointed downturn when she realised their most important guest was not alone.
Sorry, darling, but you never had a chance, Cally was tempted to tell her. He's already spoken for— and not by me.
Along with the key, she saw Nick accept a sheaf of messages, and then they were walking together to the lift.
As they rode up to the first floor she tried to think of something she could do or say that would let her off the hook for tonight at least. She wasn't ready, she thought desperately, for such a drastic change in her circumstances. She stole a look at her husband, but his dark face was expressionless.
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In spite of the nightmare scenario ahead of her, Cally knew an almost overwhelming desire to shriek with laughter. At the same time she found herself thinking that it was a far cry from the Virgin Islands, where their original honey moon had been due to be spent. She tensed inwardly. She couldn't let herself think like that Allow herself to remember a time when she'd been a naive girl, wrapped up in her own fledgling dreams and hopes. Oblivious to the harsh truths of the world around her— even her small part of it...
'Your overnight case is there.' Nick's voice shocked her back lo the present, and it’s realities, as he nodded toward s the luggage stand. 'And the bathroom's through that door. I'll be in the sitting room, having a nightcap and dealing with my messages. It should lake about twenty minutes.' He gave her a brief, formal smile. 'Can I get you anything?'
'No.' Her mouth was dry. Twenty minutes. "Thank you.'
The door closed behind him, and Cally was alone. Temporarily at least.
She walked over to the bed and sank down on to the appalling cover, looking around her.
A resourceful person, she thought, should be able lo escape from this situation—
maybe by knotting sheets together and climbing out of a window. Except that a loud humming noise and frequent arc tic blasts suggested that air-conditioning was in use and that the windows were hermetically sealed.
So it seemed she was committed beyond recall lo this madness.
Her heart was fluttering against her ribs like a wounded bird, and her legs were shaking, but there was no point in delaying where she was, with the minutes passing.
And there seemed little chance that Nick would agree to spend the night on the sofa in the sitting room, or allow her to do so. No matter how reluctant she might be, she would have to share this bed with him.
As for the future—her mind cringed away from its contemplation.
At least she knew now, with total certainty, why he'd asked her to marry him in the first place. Not because he'd ever wanted her in any real way, but because she was young, and probably fertile, and he needed her to give him a chi Id. Something the woman he really loved could not provide, she thought, wincing as all the old pain and anger slashed at her again.
A year ago she'd been a naive, trusting fool, but she would not fall into the same trap again. She'd accepted his terms now and she would adhere lo them. There would be no more nonsense about imagining herself in love, or using Nick Tempest as the focus for her pathetic romantic fantasies. He was a businessman and he was offering her a business deal. Nothing more, nothing less.
She owed him, and he expected to be repaid. It was as simple as that.
And while she was with him she would learn to turn a blind eye to his extra-marilal indiscretions. Steel herself never lo ask where he was going, or where he had been. And, above all, never— ever—again follow him anywhere...
Those were matters of priority, and certainly she would be under no ludicrous illusions about love, marriage and ' happy ever after' this time around.
She got up and went across to the luggage stand, unzipping the overnight bag. The exquisite nightgown she'd bought with such shy hopes a year ago and never worn lay neatly folded on lop of the other contents. She picked it up an d shook it out, feeling the soft folds of white chiffon and lace drifting through her trembling fingers.