too much in love ever to be ignored!
Jordan took her silence as confirmation of his accusation. ‘You have the beauty of an angel, the body of a siren, and the heart of a bitch!’
Willow watched him as he strode away, her mouth trembling precariously as she felt herself on the edge of tears. In the past Jordan had had little time for her, and this was the first time he had let her know so verbally his real feelings for her. And he was wrong, so wrong. She didn’t have the heart of a bitch; she didn’t have a heart at all; that had been broken years ago by a man who had coveted it above everything else.
Dani was barely able to contain her excitement during the short drive over to see her grandparents. Simone and David had visited her several times in London, but this would be the first time she had returned to their St Brelade’s Bay home since she was a year old. Willow had to admit she was nervous about returning there herself. Simone had always been polite when she had visited them in London, but here on her home ground she might not feel the need, and memories of past slights by the older woman crowded Willow’s mind as she drove. David Stewart was a different proposition altogether; very easy-going, totally dedicated to the exclusive jewellery he sold here and in his shop in London.
As they neared the house, Willow wondered if she had been wise to give Barbara the afternoon off instead of accompanying them; she would have felt more comfortable with at least one person on her side.
She felt her trepidation grow as she saw Jordan’s dark grey Mercedes parked in front of the low rambling villa that had a majestically beautiful view of the whole of St Brelade’s Bay. The villa itself was built of the local granite, as were most of the other houses and walls on the island, the stone coloured from pink to yellow and browns to pale grey. It gave the modern structure an aged beauty and grace that was usually lacking in new buildings.
But the beauty of the house hadn’t stopped it becoming Willow’s prison in the past, and she trembled slightly as she and Dani entered the cool interior to be shown into the sitting-room where Simone and David waited for them, Simone seated gracefully in one of the armchairs, David slightly slouched on the sofa.
But is was to the tall man standing in front of the long window that Willow’s gaze was drawn. He had changed into cream trousers and a brown shirt since leaving them this morning, and although he showed none of the uncharacteristic anger he had displayed this morning he didn’t look in the least approachable either. It didn’t seem fair that he had been blessed with those velvety eyes when he had a heart as cold as ice!
‘Danielle!’ Simone’s still beautiful face lit up animatedly as she held out her arms to a Dani suddenly gone shy. At fifty-three Simone went to great pains to look at least ten years younger and, with the impishly curling black cap of hair and the slightness of build, she had no trouble doing so. Willow ruefully recognised the cream silk dress as one of her own creations. But she was conscious of the fact that even this concession to the career she had made for herself since leaving Russell might only be for show. Simone was a great one for maintaining impressions; her son might have made the faux pas of taking a pregnant child as his wife, but Simone would never let anyone outside the family see how much she had hated the marriage.
‘She’ll be all right once she gets used to you again.’ Willow tenderly stroked the hair at her daughter’s temple. ‘She’s been talking about you non-stop on the way over here,’ she added hastily as the blue of Simone’s eyes flashed resentfully at the implication that Dani regarded them all as strangers. But it had been several months since Dani had seen her grandparents, and to a child that could be a long time. Although she accepted that that wasn’t Simone’s and David’s fault; she had never been able to fault them as grandparents.
‘How about some ice-cream?’ suggested David, a tall sandy-haired man of about fifty-five with twinkling blue eyes. ‘We have chocolate, your favourite,’ he tempted Dani as she hesitated.
‘With a coloured cornet?’ Dani said eagerly, her shyness evaporating at the mention of the chocolate flavour.
‘Pink or green,’ he nodded indulgently.
‘Green, please! Mummy?’ Dani hesitated, looking at her uncertainly.
‘Grandad makes a lovely ice-cornet,’ Willow encouraged huskily, a lump in her throat as the two of them walked out of the room hand in hand, Dani telling her grandfather about kindergarten. Although their departure served to leave an awkward silence behind them.
‘How are you, Willow?’ Simone finally enquired coolly.
‘Well, thank you. You?’ Willow returned as distantly.
‘The same,’ the other woman drawled. ‘Sit down, won’t you?’
Jordan hadn’t spoken a word since she and Dani had come into the room, and she glanced at him quizzically as she sat down. Why had he bothered to come here at all today if he was just going to stand there like some disapproving statue? Why was he here? He didn’t live here any more, and she had presumed he would be going in to his office this afternoon after missing this morning.
‘Would you like to go for a drive?’ He spoke suddenly, his voice harsh.
‘No,’ she answered instantly, colour flaming her cheeks as she realised how rude that had sounded. ‘Thank you,’ she added awkwardly.
‘Perhaps a walk in the garden, then?’ he prompted again.
Willow looked at him with narrowed eyes, having the distinct impression that he wanted her to go out with him so that Simone and David could be alone with Dani. ‘No—thank you.’ This time the latter came out drily.
‘Really, Willow, anyone would think you didn’t trust David and me to look after Dani for a few hours!’ Simone snapped.
Willow calmly returned the other woman’s fiery gaze. ‘It isn’t a question of trust, it’s just that Dani is still shy with you and David. Another time perhaps,’ she dismissed.
‘God, how you enjoy having the power to say whether or not we may see our own grandchild! You——’
‘Simone!’ Jordan cut in warningly.
Simone stood up. ‘I trust neither of you has any objection if I join David and Dani in the kitchen!’
Willow knew that it wasn’t a statement that required an answer. She put her hands demurely on her lap, feeling the electric tension emanating from the man across the room. Obviously he disapproved of the way she had blocked Dani being alone with her grandparents. At least she had her answer as to what he was doing here; he was supposed to take her off somewhere so that Simone and David spent some time alone with Dani. She had no intention of letting that happen.
‘They love her a great deal, you know,’ Jordan rasped in the silence.
She sighed. ‘I do know.’ She gave an inclination of her head.
‘Then why did you——’
‘Jordan, Dani is only four; at least give her the chance to relax with them before trying to drag me off out of the way!’ She looked at him challengingly.
An angry flush darkened his cheeks. ‘OK, so we weren’t very subtle.’ He sighed, moving forward into the room. ‘They only want Dani to like being with them.’
‘Without my influential presence,’ she said, deriding their
