she echoed. ‘But I’ve never fainted in my life.’
‘There’s always a first time for everything.’ He paused. ‘Now, lie still, and drink some of this.’ He held the glass to her lips, and Joanna forced herself to swallow.
‘Everyone was very understanding,’ he went on silkily. ‘They all realise what terrible stress you’ve been under all week.’
Her head was swimming unpleasantly, and she leaned back against the cushions, closing her eyes.
She said wearily, ‘They don’t know the half of it.’
She felt vaguely nauseous, and made herself drink some more water.
At last she ventured to look at Gabriel. His face was expressionless, the tawny eyes hooded and meditative.
She said, ‘I—I’m sorry for behaving so stupidly. It was just such a shock.’ She shook her head. ‘I still can’t believe that Lionel would do something like that to me.’
‘You make it sound as if you’re the only sufferer.’
There was a note in his voice which alarmed her. She realised suddenly that under that cool, detached exterior, Gabriel was blindingly, blazingly angry.
‘But I,’ he went on, mockingly, ‘chose not to faint.’
Joanna gasped. ‘I didn’t do it deliberately. That’s not fair.’
‘Very little is.’ His voice bit.
‘You don’t have to worry,’ she said quickly. ‘I’ll refuse the bequest. I’m allowed to do that.’
‘Then you’d be a fool.’ His tone was brusque. ‘And anyway, there’d be no point.’
‘What do you mean?’ She stiffened.
‘I mean, my dear wife, that I’ve rethought our marital arrangements. I’ve decided to obey Lionel’s wishes, so our divorce is off.’
Joanna sat up, her startled eyes widening, aware of a pounding in her temples.
‘But you can’t do that.’
‘On the contrary. I can, and just have,’ he returned. ‘In a year and a day we can think again. But for now we’ll just have to make the best of it.’
‘There is no “best”.’ Her voice rose. ‘It’s an impossible situation.’
‘Not if we lay some ground rules in advance.’
‘Rules of your making, naturally.’ She glared at him.
‘I’m prepared to be reasonable,’ he said. ‘However, I’ve no intention of fading into obscurity for the next twelve months simply to indulge your sensitivities. My exile is over. This is my home, and I’m going to live in it.’
‘Fine,’ she said. ‘Then you won’t object if I move into Larkspur Cottage.’
‘I’m afraid I must. The terms of the will stipulate that you live here.’
She bit her lip. ‘But we could come to some private arrangement about that, surely.’
‘Unfortunately the bequest is already public property. We seem doomed to share a roof—but not for eternity.’
‘Think again,’ she advised curtly. ‘As it happens, I’ve already made my own plans. I wasn’t expecting a legacy on that scale from Lionel, and I don’t need it. I mean to earn my own living.’
‘Doing precisely what?’
She said, with a touch of defiance, ‘I’m applying for a post as a residential housekeeper.’
Gabriel’s brows lifted. ‘Aren’t you a little young for that?’ he enquired gently.
‘I’ve been running this house for the past two years,’ Joanna reminded him defensively. ‘I’m hardly without experience.’
‘But you’ve no references,’ he pointed out softly. ‘And without them you haven’t a prayer of finding a residential job. People have a right to know who’s moving in with them.’
Joanna’s brows drew together. She said slowly, ‘But you, surely, would…’
Her voice trailed away as she saw him shaking his head.
‘No way, my dear wife.’
‘Don’t call me that.’ She was trembling again.
‘No?’ His mouth curled. ‘But you are my wife, Joanna, and the next twelve months seem set to cost me very dear, so it seems appropriate.’
She took a deep breath and leaned forward. ‘Gabriel—stop playing these games. You don’t—you can’t want me here. And I don’t want to stay. I promise I won’t ask you for a thing. So why not just—let me go?’
‘Because it isn’t what my father wanted. He cared about you, Joanna. He clearly wanted you to have a breathing space. A period of reflection while you make some sensible decisions about what to do with the rest of your life. I’m damned sure he didn’t envisage you as a skivvy for some stranger. I intend to respect his wishes. It’s that simple.’
‘And if I just—go, anyway?’ She stared her defiance at him.
‘Then you can forget the cosy divorce.’ His tawny gaze returned her challenge. ‘Because I won’t consent. I’ll make you wait for every long year the law allows, and even then you’ll have a fight on your hands.’ He paused. ‘So what are you going to do, Joanna?’
She said tautly, ‘It would be nice to think I could make a genuine choice. But you seem to have thought of everything.’ She looked at him scornfully. ‘Tell me, Gabriel, what’s it like to always get your own way?’
‘If you think this is the way I’d have picked, then your fainting fit must have addled your brain.’ He rose to his feet. ‘Live here, Joanna, behave yourself, and when the year and a day is up I’ll give you your divorce and the most glowing reference you could ask for. Is it a deal?’
‘I—guess it has to be.’ She swung her feet to the floor and stood, too.
‘Graciously spoken, as always,’ he murmured. ‘What did you do with your wedding ring?’
‘It’s in my pocket.’
He held out a hand. ‘Give it to me.’
Reluctantly, Joanna obeyed. Gabriel stood for a moment, looking at the plain gold circlet as if he had never seen it before.
Then he said abruptly, ‘Now your hand.’
Slowly she unclenched a tense fist and extended it towards him. He slid the ring onto her finger.
‘I’m sure you’ve no wish to repeat our vows.’ There was a note of mockery and something less easy to analyse in his voice. ‘However,
