distantly. ‘I leave Monday morning.’
She raised her eyebrows. ‘So soon?’
‘My business should be completed by then.’
‘But surely America has other—attractions?’
‘Possibly.’
Claire smiled up at him. ‘It holds me, doesn’t it, darling?’ she purred. Her hard blue eyes flashed to Eden. ‘I’m sure Mrs Morton would understand that I only borrow Jason occasionally.’
‘Would she?’ Eden returned softly.
‘Oh, I’m sure she would. I wouldn’t mind in her position.’
‘No, I don’t suppose you would.’ Eden didn’t like bitching with Claire. They had nothing in common, but they were usually polite to each other. It was Jason Earle again, causing unnecessary friction. ‘And I really couldn’t care whether Mrs Morton would mind or not. I don’t owe her any favours.’
‘Shall we go, honey?’ Tim lightly touched her arm.
She gave him a bright smile. Poor Tim, he thought she was going to get into another argument. ‘Yes, let’s. Goodnight, Claire, Mr Earle.’
‘Until tomorrow, Eden,’ came Jason Earle’s parting shot.
‘Goodnight,’ she repeated hurriedly, taking hold of Tim’s arm and pulling him away. She would meet Jason Earle for dinner tomorrow if only to tell him what she thought of him! He had taken malicious satisfaction in that last comment.
Tim hung back. ‘What did he mean by that?’ he demanded to know. ‘Are you seeing him tomorrow?’
She sighed. ‘Wait until we get outside, Tim.’
‘But——’
‘Outside, Tim,’ she pleaded.
He gave in reluctantly and she could see he was very annoyed. And she couldn’t blame him for feeling that way, she was angry herself.
‘Now,’ he turned to her in the warm confines of the car, ‘what did he mean?’
‘I’m having dinner with him tomorrow.’
‘With Jason?’
She couldn’t meet the accusation in his eyes. ‘Yes.’
‘But why?’ he frowned. ‘You aren’t dating him too, are you?’
‘Certainly not,’ she denied indignantly. ‘I would have thought it was obvious that I can’t stand the man. He wants to talk to me about my grandfather, try to persuade me to go and see him.’
‘I see. I just didn’t realise Drew was your stepfather.’
Eden’s mouth tightened, anger in her golden eyes. ‘As far as I’m concerned he’s my father. My real father gave up any right he had to expect anything from me when he divorced my mother and married Isobel Dean, and made no effort to see me after his remarriage.’
‘Perhaps he thought you would be better off with your mother,’ he pointed out reasonably.
‘Perhaps he did, and he was right. But that didn’t mean he had to give me up completely. The agreement was that he had access to me any time he wanted. I don’t ever remember seeing him, or my grandfather.’
‘But surely——’
‘There can be no excuse for what he did, Tim,’ she interrupted tightly. ‘And I despise my grandfather even more for the way he manipulated my father.’
‘I take it Jason is going to try and make you change your mind about seeing him.’
She shrugged. ‘He can try, although I don’t think he’ll bother. He’s already told me he’s only doing this as a favour to my grandfather.’
Tim started up the car, manoeuvring out into the traffic. ‘You have to admit this evening was quite funny in a way,’ he gave a wry chuckle.
‘I’m glad you think so!’ She tried to sound angry, but somehow the humour of the situation reached her too. ‘You should have seen his face when he saw I was your date! Although I must say he recovered from it well.’
‘He must have done, I didn’t notice anything was wrong.’
‘You wouldn’t with a man like him.’ She sobered, her dislike back in full force.
Tim gave her a searching glance. ‘Why don’t you like him? Is it because he’s going to marry Isobel Morton?’
‘If Isobel is anything like I think she is then he deserves her,’ Eden snapped. ‘But I dislike him because he’s arrogant, egotistical, superior in every way. He’s just everything I despise in a man. His relationship with your sister while he intends marrying another woman is enough to prove what sort of man he is. I’m sorry, Tim, but I just don’t like him. He’s too sure of himself and other people’s reaction to him.’
‘Including your own?’
‘My dislike doesn’t bother him, in fact, he probably enjoys it. He enjoys tormenting me, anyway,’ she grimaced.
‘Tormenting you?’ Tim repeated sharply.
‘Well, teasing me, then. Oh, let’s not talk about him any more, Tim. He depresses me.’
‘How’s your headache?’ asked Tim.
‘Gone,’ she blushed.
‘You didn’t really have one, did you?’
‘No,’ she admitted.
‘I didn’t think so.’
‘I don’t suppose they thought I had either. But if I’d stayed there with him much longer I might have resorted to actually hitting the man.’ She shrugged. ‘What does it matter, they wanted to be alone and so did we.’
Tim smiled. ‘It doesn’t matter to me. If I’m not going to see you tomorrow I’ll have to make the most of tonight.’
‘I don’t want to have dinner with him. I can’t see the point of it when I’ve already made up my mind.’
‘I don’t suppose it will hurt to listen to him.’
‘Probably not.’ She grinned. ‘I’ll get a nice dinner out of him anyway.’
Tim halted the car outside her parents’ house. ‘Can I come in for coffee?’
Eden got out on to the sidewalk. ‘You don’t normally need to be asked.’
‘Great,’ he smiled, locking the car.
Eden moved about the kitchen preparing their coffee, the staff having finished for the day. Her mother and Drew weren’t back yet, so she and Tim had the house to themselves. Tim came
