'Not exactly a lot of fun in there, is it?'
Andie turned sharply at the sound of Adam's voice; his hair looking almost silver in the half-light of this late-summer evening. She hadn't realised he had followed her-and she couldn't say she was altogether pleased at the realisation now!
She gave a rueful shrug. 'Rome has been like this for days,' she replied, wishing Adam would go back into the dining-room and leave her alone. She might have made her decision concerning having the baby, but there were still a lot of things for her to think over, and that was something she couldn't do around Adam!
Adam strolled across the patio to join her where she stood against the metal balustrade that looked out over the gardens. 'I don't think I've exactly helped,' he admitted. 'I told him earlier that he must be a fool if he's seriously going to let Audrey just walk out of his life in this way,' he explained.
Andie raised her eyebrows. 'And you're still alive to tell the tale?' she responded mockingly, well aware of how volatile her father was at the moment; she wouldn't have even dared to broach the subject with him herself! Although obviously Adam felt no such qualms …
He seemed relaxed about it. 'And to have dinner. Although from the way Rome is stabbing at his food rather than eating it, I think he wishes the salmon were me!' he joked.
Andie giggled. 'So you just left poor Audrey to face his moodiness alone!'
Adam sobered, his gaze intent on the half-shadow of her face. 'I was concerned about you.'
She stiffened. 'Me?' she echoed sharply, a pulse beating erratically in her throat. 'Why on earth should you be concerned about me?'
He gave a slight shake of his head. 'I don't know … There's something different about you.'
She turned away, swallowing hard. She was sure her pregnancy still didn't show; her black silk trouser suit, with its mid-thigh-length jacket, completely hid the thickening of her waistline and slightly larger breasts.
The latter had been quite unexpected, and were a bonus as far as Andie was concerned; she had always thought herself lacking in that particular area!
So in what way was she 'different' … ?
'That bad dose of flu took a lot out of me,' she excused.
Adam disagreed. 'It isn't just that. Andie-'
'Leave it, Adam,' she cut in sharply, sure she knew what he was about to say. She didn't want to hear it!
This man had been, and probably still was, in love with her mother, and, while she might be deeply in love with Adam herself, she was not willing to be a substitute for another woman-not even her own mother!
Adam turned, reaching out to lightly grasp her shoulders as he gently turned her to face him. 'I think we need to talk-'
Her eyes flashed deeply green in the moonlight. 'Why?' she challenged, her head held back proudly.
He looked grim. 'You know why, damn it!'
'I have no idea what you're talking about,' she returned. 'Now if you don't mind, I came out here to appreciate the peace and quiet-not to engage in a verbal fencing match with you!' She glared at him. 'Besides,' she added, 'we both know how much you hate all this clean country air!'
Adam came down to the estate most weekends when he wasn't busy elsewhere, but he had never made any secret of the fact that he simply did not understand the liking Rome and his family had for country life.
'I could grow to like it, if I had to,' he said quietly.
Her mouth tightened. 'There's absolutely no reason why you should,' she responded hardly. 'I think one of us should do the decent thing-and go back inside and rescue Audrey from my father's foul temper!'
Why didn't he just let her go? She cried inwardly. His grasp wasn't tight on her arms, and yet she still tingled from his touch, warmth spreading through the whole of her body, her legs starting to feel as if they couldn't support her weight.
She still turned to liquid gold at his merest touch? After all that had happened? Despite all the complications her baby was going to cause in her life? In spite of the fact that Adam would never-could never-return her feelings!
She gave a self-disgusted shake of her head. Adam was way beyond her reach-even more so now!-and always would be …
'I-' Adam abruptly broke off any reply he might have been going to make to her suggestion as the sound of shattering glass was clearly heard from the direction of the dining-room, quickly followed by the sound of raised voices.
Andie turned back in alarm towards the house. 'You don't suppose Rome has completely lost it, do you, and actually attacked Audrey?' She gasped even as she pulled away from Adam and ran back towards the French doors that led into the dining-room.
From the scene that met her eyes as she rushed back into the room, Andie had a feeling it was probably more a case of the other way round!
Her father was alone in the room now, standing back from the table, the front of his white shirt and the black dinner jacket looking more than a little damp, a shattered wineglass on the table-top in front of where he had previously been seated.
'What the hell have you done to Audrey?' Adam demanded, obviously having assessed the situation in a couple of seconds-and drawn his own conclusions.
Rome turned to him with blazing blue eyes, the mature handsomeness of his face contorted with anger. 'I'm sure it hasn't escaped your notice,' he replied furiously, 'but I'm the one with white wine all over me!'
The situation wasn't in the least funny, Andie inwardly thought, realising that Audrey must have been severely provoked to have thrown a glass full of wine-the glass included, by the look of it!-all over Rome. But, for some reason, she had the distinct urge to laugh!
For one thing, Rome looked ridiculous, with wine still dripping from his chin onto his already sodden shirt. And, for another-she simply admired Audrey for having the guts to act on her instincts. Andie could think of a few people she wouldn't mind throwing wine over herself!
'I noticed,' Adam drawled dryly. 'But I also know Audrey well enough to realise she must have been provoked into such an action,' he opined hardly. 'So what did you do to her?' he repeated.
'Nothing,' Rome bit out harshly, dabbing at his wet shirt-front with one of the snowy white napkins now.
'Daddy!' Andie gasped reprovingly; she also knew Audrey well enough to realise Rome must have said or done something to elicit this response.
Her father glared across at her. 'Whose side are you on?' he accused angrily. 'I-'
'I'm not taking sides,' Andie cut in. 'But I think I know the two of you well enough to be sure Audrey would not simply have thrown a glass of wine over you without good reason!' she added assuredly.
'Then you are taking sides.' Rome straightened to his full height of six feet two, throwing the damp napkin down disgustedly on the table-top. 'I never thought I would see the day when one of my own daughters-'
'If I still had the violin you forced me to learn to play when I was younger, then I would play it now!' Andie cut across this attempted emotional pressure on her father's part. 'But as I don't, and as you don't seem in any hurry to enlighten us as to the reason for Audrey's outburst, I think I'll just go upstairs and see if Audrey will be any more forthcoming!'
'She's packing,' Rome muttered as Andie turned to leave.
Andie came to an abrupt halt, turning slowly back to look at her father disbelievingly. There was certainly nothing in the least funny about this situation now!
'She isn't going to work the rest of her notice,' Rome continued. 'She intends leaving right now.'
Andie slowly shook her head as she saw the implacability of her father's expression. 'And you aren't going to do anything to stop her?'
Rome thrust his chin out arrogantly. 'There's nothing I can do.'
'Adam's right,' Andie snapped scornfully. 'You are a fool!' She turned on her heel and marched purposefully from the room, hurrying up the stairs and along the hallway that led to the bedroom Audrey had occupied for the last ten years.
But Andie hesitated outside the door, not sure how to proceed. Her father was in the wrong, she was sure of it, but that didn't mean Audrey was going to be any more pleased to see her than she would have been had it been Rome himself who came knocking on her door! But she loved Audrey, all the sisters did, and, despite what Adam might have assumed to the contrary, there was no way she was going to just let the other woman walk out of their lives in this way.
She straightened her shoulders, giving a determined knock on the door.
'Go away,' came Audrey's abrupt response.
Andie turned the handle on the door, relieved to find it wasn't locked, entering the room to find herself confronted by Audrey holding a vase of flowers aloft in her hand as she stood poised ready to throw it at whoever came through the doorway.