Dark Angel - Page 11

‘I know that working for Dad isn’t easy.’

‘I don’t think you’re following me…Salut is hammering us. We’re already facing the prospect of closing our smaller outlets and cutting back on staff.’ As Miles took account of the time, he frowned and got up. ‘I’d better get changed for this dinner do.’

Fifteen minutes later, Harold Linwood arrived to pick up his stepson. When Kerry answered the door to her father, a guarded expression tightened the older man’s features. A stockily built man with greying hair in his sixties, he spoke to her much as though she was a distant acquaintance. It was even more embarrassing when Miles tried to suggest that Kerry could join them that evening and her father stiffened with visible irritation.

‘I’m so tired, I couldn’t face going out again,’ Kerry cut in hastily.

When the two men had gone, Kerry compressed her tremulous lips hard. Why was it that she was still cut to the bone by her father’s total lack of interest in her? Why was it that memory would always plunge her right back to her ten-year-old self? Unhappily, she was unlikely ever to forget overhearing her father talking to her stepmother on the phone from Ballybawn.

‘How would I describe Kerry? Set beside Miles and Rochelle, she’ll definitely be the runt of the litter. Expect red hair, buck teeth and specs. Yes, I do accept that I’m asking a lot of you, Pamela,’ Harold Linwood had snapped, ‘but how can I leave her here? No, I’m not exaggerating…the O’Briens are as nutty as fruit-cakes…if I don’t intervene now, the kid will go the same way her slut of a mother went!’

Exhaustion sent Kerry to bed long before her stepbrother’s return. She knew she would need her wits about her when she met with Luciano again. Only she had no need to sleep on what she had to tell him! But wasn’t it pitiful that she should still feel gutted and humiliated by his infidelity? For her grandparents’ sake she had to fight Luciano with every weapon she had. If he truly had no suspicion that she had found out about his night in Rochelle’s bed, he was about to be caught at a severe disadvantage. Surely that fact could be made to work in her grandparents’ favour?

Luciano would not be able to deny that he had wronged her. Wouldn’t he feel guilty? Didn’t he deserve to feel guilty? All she needed was a few months’ grace on that repossession order and one good summer season of visitors to prove that the Ballybawn estate could bring in sufficient money to start eating into those loan arrears.

Tomorrow was another day, Kerry reminded herself bracingly…

CHAPTER THREE

ARRIVING at the office at eight the next morning, Luciano found Costanza sniggering over Kerry’s business plan.

‘Have you looked at this yet?’ the brunette demanded with positive glee.

‘No.’ Reaching for the file, Luciano set it back on the desk. ‘I didn’t ask you to look at it either.’

Today he would bring down the curtain on Kerry’s hope that a compromise could be reached where the castle was concerned. How could she still be that naive? But then she had no real idea who she was dealing with, had she? A brooding smile of acknowledgement formed on Luciano’s sculpted mouth. For her benefit, he had once subdued all that was tough, unsentimental and aggressive in his own nature. He had even once sunk to the level of seeking out a field filled with poppies to stage a romantic proposal. He still felt quite queasy at that recollection and he moved fast to suppress other equally disturbing images.

On the dot of eleven, Kerry approached Luciano’s office door for the second time. Adrenalin was pumping through her, for the prospect of confronting Luciano with his lowest moment had steadily gathered more punitive appeal. He wanted the personal dimension? He was about to get it in spades!

‘Let’s keep this brief,’ Luciano drawled before Kerry could even get the door shut behind her.

Unwarily, Kerry let herself look at him. A breathtakingly gorgeous guy in a charcoal-grey business suit. Once he had been her guy. That painful thought threatened to swallow every drop of her bravado. In an effort to banish that pain, she reminded herself of Luciano’s most essential flaw: he was too handsome for any woman’s good. Why should he confine himself to one woman when so many others were happy to share his bed without attaching strings? He got chased by her sex, he met with endless temptation, but that did not excuse what he had done to her. He had asked her to marry him, built up her hopes and then smashed her heart to smithereens.

Wounded blue eyes veiling in self-protection, Kerry straightened her taut shoulders. ‘I’m afraid that you’re not going to enjoy hearing what I have to say—’

‘Just get to the point,’ Luciano advised drily.

‘Yesterday you claimed that you had no idea why I dumped you five years ago.’ Kerry could not help savouring that word, ‘dumped’, and watching from below her lashes as he literally froze in receipt of it. ‘But I find that hard to credit. Why didn’t you just examine your own conscience?’

‘It was clean.’ At that hint that she was about to foist blame of some kind on him, Luciano’s temper leapt straight onto a razor edge.

‘The evening I returned your ring…I’m sure you remember…I’d just returned from spending the weekend at Ballybawn. You’d said you were far too busy to go with me—’

‘I was.’ His smoky drawl now had an audible roughened edge.

‘Yes, you were certainly busy that weekend.’ Kerry’s tense mouth tightened even more with distaste as she steeled herself to continue. ‘The day I got home, Rochelle picked one of your cuff-links up off her bedroom carpet and told me that you had slept with her the night before.’

Luciano closed his eyes on a soundless groan. ‘Are you trying to wind me up with this silly spiel?’

His complete lack of guilty reaction infuriated Kerry. ‘You think you can deny it, don’t you? I bet you also think that I don’t have any proof!’

Ebony lashes swept up on hard golden eyes. ‘At this moment, you are walking a tightrope with me.’

The silence stretched, thick and heavy.

‘Do we have to go through with this stupid pretence?’ In spite of Kerry’s valiant attempt to remain calm and unemotional, she heard her own voice taking on a sharp note of accusation that she could not control. ‘Why after all this time can’t you just own up to being an absolute rat and betraying my trust?’

‘Rochelle told you that I’d slept with her? If you were stupid enough to believe that, why would I argue the toss now when I don’t give a damn?’ Luciano angled that derisive question at her with cutting clarity.

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