Zac nodded. ‘Grandmother told me when I rang to say I wouldn’t be able to make it this weekend.’
‘The news must have been a real shock.’
A shadow passed over the incisive features. ‘Very much so. I knew he was on medication for angina, and, at eighty, I suppose it was on the cards that he might not have all that long, but I just didn’t expect it this soon.’
He briskened his tone, emotions under firm control again. ‘I haven’t given them a name as yet, so your own will do.’
Jessica held back the acrid comment. ‘How long are we supposed to have known one another?’
‘A couple of weeks or so.’
‘Obviously love at first sight!’
The satire lit a spark in his eyes. ‘It happens to others, why not to me?’
‘You’re hardly the type.’
‘I’m no out-and-out romantic, I agree, but I’m not quite as case-hardened as you seem to think.’
‘I’ll take your word for it. I already told you as much of my background as you really need to know about for now,’ Jessica went on purposefully, caught up, despite her disquietude, in the concoction. ‘Where did we meet?’
Zac gave a brief shrug. ‘At a party?’
‘You’ve really thought this through, haven’t you?’ she gibed.
‘Not to any great extent,’ he admitted. He studied her for a moment, expression undecipherable. ‘You’re being very…cooperative.’
‘For your grandfather’s sake, not yours. One thing we should have clear,’ she added, arming herself against any intruding images, ‘there’ll be no physical contact between us.’
The spark was lit once more. ‘It’s hardly going to be convincing if I’m banned from even putting an arm around you.’
‘No more than strictly necessary then.’
‘Who is it you mistrust the most?’ he asked softly. ‘Me—or yourself?’
Both equally, if she were honest, Jessica could have told him. However she might feel about his behaviour in this particular matter, there was no getting away from her physical responses.
She met his gaze with what she hoped was a suitably scathing expression. ‘Modesty not exactly your strong point, is it?’
‘Attack the best means of defence?’ he countered. ‘Why do some women find it necessary to deny their natural leanings? It isn’t essential to be in love to get pleasure from love-making. I’d have thought last night would have proved that to you.’
‘We were hardly together long enough to prove anything,’ Jessica retorted, knowing even as she said it that she was fighting a losing battle. ‘When exactly do you plan on seeing your grandfather?’ she asked, thrusting the thought aside.
‘As soon as possible. If we can’t get a scheduled flight tomorrow, I’ll book a charter. We’ll be going straight down to the house, which means an overnight stay. Separate rooms, so you’ll be safe enough. Grandmother would have it no other way.’
Neither, it was on the tip of Jessica’s tongue to retort, would she. She refrained because it was more dignified to ignore the comment. ‘What about the rest of your family? Will they be there too?’
‘What’s left of it. My father and his brother were killed together in a car crash seven years ago.’ The statement was matter-of-fact.
‘I’m sorry,’ Jessica proffered. ‘It must have been hard.’
‘It was.’ Zac glanced at the thin gold watch encircling one lean wrist, face revealing little. ‘More coffee, or shall we make tracks?’
It was coming up to midnight, Jessica saw from her own watch. Looking back over the evening, she could still hardly believe what she’d agreed to do. Leonie would consider her a total idiot for getting involved in such a scheme. She wouldn’t be far wrong either.
‘I’m ready to go,’ she said. ‘I hadn’t realised it was so late.’
His smile had a sardonic edge. ‘Time flies when you’re having fun.’
It was a short walk to where they’d left the car. Although nowhere near as busy as it would be in months to come, the town was humming with activity, the night only just getting into its stride.
Aware through every nerve and sinew of the man at her side, Jessica took care to keep space between them. Had she been with Paul right now, came the thought, he would have wanted to visit at least one nightclub before retiring. She was surprised by the lack of any real pain in the memory. Perhaps her feelings for him hadn’t gone quite as deep as she’d imagined after all.
The drive back was accomplished in near silence. Jessica was thankful not to be the one tackling the steep climbs and hairpin bends in the dark. Zac insisted on seeing her as far as the main door of the apartments, though he made no attempt to solicit an invitation.
‘I’ll be here at nine,’ he said. ‘You can leave your car. I’ll arrange to have it picked up. Hopefully, we’ll be in England by mid-afternoon.’ Catching the expression that flitted across her face, he added hardily, ‘You’re not going to let me down.’
It was more of a statement than a question, but this was no time, Jessica acknowledged, to be nitpicking over inflections.
‘I’ll be ready,’ she said. ‘Although I can’t pretend to be happy about what we’re doing. I hope you can live with yourself afterwards.’
‘I’ll do my best.’ He paused. ‘Are you planning on telling Leonie about it?’
‘I’d as soon no one else knew about it!’
‘Supposing she tries to get in touch with you?’
‘I’ll ring her first thing in the morning and tell her I’m going to spend a few days on the other side of the island,’ she said. ‘What’s one more lie?’
Zac’s face remained impassive. ‘See you at nine, then.’
Jessica closed the door, watching through the glass as he strode back to the car, tall, lean and totally devastating. She had given her word. No going back. Whatever the outcome, she would deal with it.
Morning found her with certain misgivings still, but no lessening of resolve. A dying man’s peace of mind took precedence over conscience.
Allowing for the time difference, she waited until eight to put through the call to Leonie, only to have the other call her first.
‘So how did it go last night?’ asked her cousin without preamble. ‘Did you get the job?’
Jessica put everything she had into keeping her voice from revealing her inner turbulence. ‘There was no job. You were right about him. He had a hidden agenda.’
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