would make that impossible!
Well, she refused to be cowed by his attitude. She was thirty years old, for goodness’ sake, owned and ran her own business, had been a mother for six years…
But then, that was this man’s problem, wasn’t it—because she was mother to his brother Daniel’s child…?
‘Could we just get one thing straight before we go any further with this conversation?’ she told David Banning coldly once they were alone again. ‘I made no claim on Daniel while he was alive,’ she continued at David Banning’s reserved nod of acquiescence. ‘And I have no intention—’
‘I wouldn’t call a five-hundred-pound cheque every month, paid into a bank account in your name, making “no claim”,’ he cut in raspingly.
The colour flooded and then drained from Joey’s face, leaving her eyes large and accusing. ‘I haven’t touched a penny of that money,’ she told him from between stiff lips. ‘The account you’re speaking of is in trust for Lily.’
David Banning raised rueful brows. ‘Indeed?’
‘Indeed,’ she snapped furiously, eyes flashing deeply green.
It had been Daniel’s one acknowledgement of the child he had left behind in England when he returned to America at the end of his time at Oxford.
In the circumstances, Joey had been tempted to tell him where he could put his money, but then common sense had kicked in; the money was nothing to do with her, was for Lily’s future. Joey hadn’t felt she was in a position to make that particular decision for Lily. And so she had reluctantly agreed to have the money paid into an account for Lily’s future. A fact David Banning was now twisting around to his own mercenary way of looking at things…
‘I can show you the account book, if you would like to see it,’ she continued harshly. ‘You will find every penny Daniel ever sent—plus interest—is still in there!’ It was Lily’s money, the very least that Daniel could do for the daughter he had abandoned.
A grudging look of respect briefly crossed David Banning’s arrogant features—only to be quickly replaced by his own brand of scathing mockery. ‘That won’t be necessary,’ he drawled.
Because, Joey knew, the money Daniel had given towards Lily’s future was nothing but chicken-feed to the Banning family! They were an all-powerful, all-rich banking family in New York, and had been for generations. Whereas the Delaneys had emigrated to England from Ireland only eight years ago, had worked, and worked hard, for everything they had ever had.
‘I must say,’ David Banning drawled lightly as he picked up his spoon to begin eating the soup that had just been delivered to their table, ‘that you aren’t at all what I was expecting of the woman who mothered Daniel’s child.’ He gave her a speculative glance.
‘Oh?’ Joey guardedly returned that gaze.
‘Hmm.’ David Banning nodded slowly. ‘It came as something of a shock to me when I went through Daniel’s things after his death and found the paperwork for the standing order of five hundred pounds to be paid to one Miss J. Delaney every month over the last six years or so—’
‘The account is only in my name because Lily was a baby when the payments began,’ she cut in sharply. ‘If you would let me show you the account details you will see it states quite clearly that it is in trust for Lily—’
‘I’ve already told you I don’t want to see the account details.’ David Banning dismissed the suggestion with a bored wave of one elegant hand. ‘But, as you can probably imagine, at the time of discovery any number of explanations for those cash payments flashed through my mind.’
‘I’m sure they did,’ Joey acknowledged disdainfully, easily able to imagine what some of those explanations might have been. ‘How did you discover the truth?’ She frowned.
That question had been bothering her since David Banning arrived outside her home the previous evening. She had known Daniel when they lived at Oxford, but she and Lily now lived hundreds of miles away from there. Deliberately so. Obviously Lily’s money was now paid into a local branch of the bank, but that still didn’t explain how this man had found out who Lily—and she!—actually were.
Blue eyes met hers unblinkingly. ‘Amongst Daniel’s belongings I also found some letters. Love letters. From “Josey”. At least, I thought it was Josey,’ he corrected drily. ‘You really should learn to write in a neater hand, Joey,’ he drawled pointedly.
Her mouth twisted in the paleness of her face. ‘I’ll try to bear your advice in mind,’ she dismissed. ‘OK, so you found…the letters. That still doesn’t tell me how you learnt of Lily’s existence. Or, indeed, exactly who she is.’ She looked steadily at David Banning.
He shrugged those broad shoulders beneath his tailored jacket. ‘I hired a private detective—’
‘You did what?’ Joey gasped incredulously, what little colour there was in her face immediately draining away, huge green eyes dominating the whiteness of her face now.
Just the thought of some faceless, nameless third party digging into the details of her life—without her even being aware of it—gave her a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.
‘How dare you?’ she continued angrily, shaking with indignation.
David Banning shrugged again. ‘In view of the fact that I live in America—’
‘And your time is precious!’ Joey put in scathingly.
‘—it was the easiest, and most efficient way of finding out exactly what I wanted to know,’ he continued as if she hadn’t interrupted.
‘It was an infringement of my privacy, is what it was!’ Joey corrected furiously.
‘Perhaps,’ he allowed drily. ‘I—’
‘There’s no “perhaps” about it.’ Her voice shook with anger, her hands tightly clenched into fists beneath the table.
‘I do wish you would calm down, Joey,’ David Banning told her in a bored voice.
‘I’ll just bet you do.’ She glared across the table at him, her thoughts racing. Exactly what had this damned private detective found out about her? ‘But I have to tell you that I deeply resent having some seedy private detective sifting through the contents of my life—’
‘You watch too much television, Joey,’ he put in disparagingly. ‘The man was quite respectable, I can assure you.’
For respectable Joey instantly read discreet. It really wouldn’t do to have the sort of information David Banning had uncovered made public knowledge. How would the Banning family ever be able to lift their heads in New York society again if Lily’s existence as Daniel’s illegitimate child became public knowledge?
David Banning’s gaze was steely now. ‘All the man actually turned up was that you run a hairdressing salon. That your private life is non-existent. Obviously he found out your home address,’ he revealed mockingly. ‘And that you share that home with your six-year-old daughter Lily. In view of those cash payments Daniel paid for the last six years or so,’ he continued with distaste, ‘it didn’t need an Einstein to work out that Lily was the reason
