stomach as she registered the face she had thought never to see again.
Zac Prescott returned her stunned gaze with an equanimity she only wished she could emulate. ‘You turn up in the most unexpected places,’ he said.
‘I didn’t know you were staying here!’ Jessica denied, wishing she’d kept her mouth shut as humour sprang in the grey eyes.
‘I daresay you’d have steered well clear if you had. But as you are here—’ he indicated one of the spare chairs ‘—perhaps I might join you?’
Jessica vacillated for a lengthy moment, torn between the dictates of common courtesy and the urge to tell him to get lost. Courtesy won by a short head, and only then because of Leonie. ‘All right,’ she agreed with reluctance.
He pulled out the chair and sat down. His appraisal was too intrusive for comfort. ‘You have me at a disadvantage. You know my name but I still have to learn yours.’
‘Jessica Saunders,’ she acknowledged, unable to come up with any good reason for keeping it a secret.
‘Jess for short?’
‘Not if you value your health!’
Zac laughed. ‘I’ll make a note of it.’ He studied her again, taking in every detail of her face with its wide-spaced green eyes, small straight nose and soft full mouth. ‘I’d say you’re a good three or four years younger than Leonie. That would make you around…twenty-five?’
‘Almost.’ She lifted an eyebrow in faithful imitation of his own interrogative style. ‘And you are?’
He laughed again. ‘Thirty-three. What’s the relationship?’ he added. ‘You and Leonie, I mean.’
‘Why?’ she asked.
‘Call it plain curiosity. Obviously you don’t have to answer.’
What reason was there to keep that a secret either? Jessica asked herself. ‘We’re cousins,’ she said.
‘You’re in the same line of business?’
It was Jessica’s turn to laugh. ‘Hardly. I’m just a humble secretary.’
‘Secretary maybe, humble I’d doubt,’ he returned drily.
He glanced at his watch as a waiter materialised at his elbow, then down at the menu he’d yet to open. ‘You go first,’ he invited.
‘The seafood platter, please,’ she said. ‘And a Perrier.’
Zac took his time perusing the menu. Crisply styled, the thick dark hair had a healthy shine in the sunlight. From the depth of his tan it seemed evident that he spent a good deal of his time in sunny climates.
Wearing light cotton jeans and a white T-shirt today, he had no less of an impact on her senses; the short sleeves emphasised the muscular structure of his upper arms in a way that made her quiver deep down inside. Last night those arms had enclosed her, those long-fingered hands caressed her. She quivered again at the memory.
She was glad of the dark glasses covering her eyes when he looked her way again as the waiter departed with their orders. Feeling the way he made her feel was one thing, revealing it quite another.
‘Do you spend much time here?’ she asked.
‘On and off,’ he acknowledged. ‘Your first visit, is it?’
Jessica nodded. ‘It’s very different from what I expected.’
‘You thought it would be wall-to-wall tourists?’
‘More or less.’
‘You’d find plenty down around Magaluf, and up the east coast, but this side is too rugged for majority tastes.’
Jessica cast a glance out over the spreading scene. ‘It’s beautiful! I can understand now why Leonie chose to buy a place here. Not that she gets to use it as often as she’d like these days.’
‘The price of success,’ Zac observed. ‘How long are you here for?’
‘A week,’ she said. ‘With two days to go.’
‘You think it’s going to be long enough to sort yourself out?’
She looked at him sharply, meeting eyes too perceptive by half. ‘Sort myself out from what?’
‘Whatever it is you’re running away from. Could it be the man you mistook me for last night?’
Jessica made every effort to stay cool and collected, if only on the surface. ‘Would it really be any of your business?’
‘No,’ he returned imperturbably, ‘but I seem to have struck a chord. Turn out to be a bad lot, did he?’
‘Is there any other kind?’
Broad shoulders lifted. ‘Don’t judge the whole barrel by one rotten apple. Try another.’
‘Anyone in mind?’ she asked sweetly, and saw his mouth slowly widen.
‘I wouldn’t say no.’
The sudden flaring temptation was undeniable. Jessica took a forcible hold on herself. Even if the man wasn’t her cousin’s lover, indulging a purely sexual need was certainly no way to go.
‘How long have you known Leonie?’ she asked with deliberation.
The question in no way threw him. ‘It’s a couple of years since we first met, though we only see one another on rare occasions, and never by arrangement. I took the long way up from Palma last night on the off-chance. I planned on surprising her.’
Jessica kept her tone level. ‘Sorry to disappoint you.’
‘Not so much a disappointment as a deprivation,’ he said. ‘You were so—’
‘I don’t want to know!’ she cut in hurriedly. ‘Just forget about it!’
Zac gave a mock sigh. ‘Difficult, but I’ll do my best.’
The arrival of the food curtailed conversation for a few minutes. Jessica found the seafood selection delicious—but then for the prices she had seen displayed on the menu, it darn well should be! she reflected. A definite one-off treat.
‘So what do you do for a living?’ she asked lightly.
‘I’m with the company contemplating adding this place to their Balearic brochure,’ he said.
‘The decision dependent on your appraisal?’
‘It’s certainly a factor.’
Jessica glanced around the wide, tree-shaded terrace. ‘It’s a lovely place in a wonderful location, though I’d have thought it a bit up-market for the general package deal.’
‘It is.’ Zac regarded her with new interest. ‘Have
