More often than not he didn’t feel the inclination to confide in her.
It wasn’t until they were on the plane the next day that he felt ‘ready’ to talk, and then what he had to say first stunned her and then rocked the foundations of her being!
‘Darcy?’ he prompted sharply at the choking sound in her throat which was her reaction to his news.
She moistened lips gone suddenly dry. ‘Could you— Would you say it again?’
‘We’ll be staying with my youngest sister Diane——’
‘I heard that part,’ she dismissed impatiently, wondering why he could possibly think she would feel in the least distressed about that.
‘I want everyone, including my family, to think that I’m just on vacation——’
‘I heard that bit, too.’ She was breathing deeply as she waited to see if he would repeat what she had thought she heard him say earlier.
‘Surely you aren’t going to find it that difficult letting people believe we’re—a couple?’ he mocked.
A couple. Yes, he had definitely said it again. And he couldn’t know how difficult she would find that to do; if he had he would probably put her on the first return flight to England. But he obviously didn’t know, would never have suggested it if he had ever guessed she was in love with him.
‘Marc never has to know about it if that’s what you’re worried about,’ he drawled dismissively.
Marc—she hadn’t given him a second thought, had no doubt that while she was away he would be dating one of the numerous models who were so available to him! It was herself she was worried about; how far did being thought ‘a couple’ go?
‘I can understand that you’re a little reluctant——’
He couldn’t!
‘… but just think of this as a working vacation,’ he continued lightly.
Working? It would be purgatory!
‘We don’t have to act as if we can’t take our hands off each other or anything like that,’ he assured her. ‘It should be enough if you just act unsecretaryish,’ he derided. ‘And I don’t think you’ll find that too difficult to do!’
‘Now just a minute——’
‘I meant, of course, that the holiday setting should make it easier for you to just relax in the Florida sunshine and enjoy yourself.’
Darcy eyed him suspiciously, not at all sure he had meant anything of the sort. She unconsciously took the unicorn in the palm of her hand and moved it from side to side on the gold chain. ‘Am I to be told what all this is about?’ She frowned.
‘Some of it.’ He nodded evasively. ‘As much as I feel you need to know.’
‘I don’t think I like the sound of that.’ She shook her head, still frowning. ‘Reed, just what are you up to?’
‘It isn’t a question of what I’m up to,’ he told her grimly. ‘I’m the innocent one in all of this!’
‘Innocent?’ she repeated in a strained voice. ‘If you’re innocent then that must mean someone else is—guilty, of something?’
‘Yes,’ he rasped.
Darcy felt the rush of blood in her ears, could feel a threatening blackness descending. ‘I don’t think I can do this, Reed,’ she denied, desperately trying to cling to consciousness.
‘You don’t have to do a thing.’ He was too lost in his own grim thoughts to notice how pale and agitated she had become. ‘Just enjoy your holiday, I’ll take care of the rest.’
‘What “rest"?’ She swallowed hard, her fingers tightly gripping the arms of the seat.
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