knew he had invented the word ‘tenacious'; she had always believed that that elusively unexplained ‘S’ in his initials stood for stubborn—no matter what she might earlier have accused to the contrary! And yet she had also never believed him capable of needing anyone, or anything, enough to put himself to the trouble of chasing after it. But maybe he considered the five years he had spent training her to be worth his making the exception!
She met his gaze challengingly. ‘In that case, we had better get going, hadn't we?’
Dominic showed no surprise at her decision to accept his help after all, glancing across at her case and the wicker basket that stood ready in the hallway. ‘Is that all you're taking with you?’
She might have realised he had known from the onset that he would have his own way! Arrogant, dictatorial, self-assured, pigheaded——! ‘Yes,’ she bit out tightly.
‘Just a polite query,’ he murmured tolerantly at her defensive attitude. ‘No criticism intended.’
Cathy watched him with troubled eyes as he crossed the room to pick up her cases. Five to six hours alone in the confines of a car with him in the circumstances; she had to be insane.
She muttered to herself as she pulled her full-length dark green coat on over her black jumper and grey fitted trousers, preparing herself to follow him out of the flat.
God knew what this drive was going to be like, and yet in a strangely masochistic way she was actually looking forward to it!
He drove the Audi with an assurance Cathy couldn't hope to imitate when her own turn to drive came, long, tapered hands moving confidently on the wheel. And the snow was no longer imminent; it was falling gently on the road in front of them.
Dominic's attention was all grimly on what was on the other side of the car window, leaving Cathy free to gaze at him to her heart's content without fear of his noticing what she was doing. Just to look at him made her heart beat faster. His profile was so strong and handsome. He——
Dear lord, they weren't even out of London yet, and already she was in the middle of a hot flush over the man! She was going to be a physical wreck by the time they reached Devon!
Dominic had always had the power to affect her this way, but usually during the time they spent together she didn't have a moment to think, let alone allow her emotions for him to have free rein. But now there was no work to distract either of them …
‘I never realised Christmas was important to you,’ Dominic spoke suddenly in the strange stillness of late morning.
Cathy gave him a startled glance, sitting up straighter in her seat. ‘You never asked.’
‘More criticism?’ He frowned darkly.
‘Certainly not,’ she answered truthfully. ‘Why should an employer be interested in an employee's personal likes and dislikes?’ And, as her pained heart knew, the two of them had certainly never crossed over that finely drawn line.
Dominic drew in a harsh breath. ‘I thought we were at least—friends.’
Now it was Cathy's turn to frown. Dominic didn't have what she would have classed actual friends. He had a lot of acquaintances, but no one who was really close to him. And she had always believed he preferred it that way.
‘Don't look so stunned, Cathy,’ he drawled self-derisively. ‘My obvious misapprehension doesn't bind you to anything.’
Friends? Dominic and she? If they were, it wasn't the sort of friendship she was used to—nothing at all like the friendship she had shared with Jade for so many years. With Jade, it didn't matter how long it had been since the two of them had last seen each other; they would instantly fall into a warm conversation as if it had been yesterday, talking about anything and nothing, whatever the two of them wished. She and Dominic had never talked like that together.
And yet she could see she had offended Dominic by her scepticism, and she wished there were some way she could undo her surprise at his assumption. It was the first time she had ever heard Dominic presume such a friendship existed between them, and now it looked as if she was throwing it back in his face!
‘I've always hoped we were,’ she returned non-committally.
But she had always believed that friends confided things to each other, and other than what she had read about Dominic's personal life in magazine articles, plus the few brief glimpses he had given her himself, she knew little or nothing about him.
And anyone could find out that he came from a working-class background, that his parents had died while he was relatively young, and that he had been brought up by a spinster aunt after that. She didn't need to read it anywhere to know that he never went out with women, or at least, if he did, he was very, very discreet. As regarded his business life, she knew all about that to the last detail. What she didn't know was what devil it was that drove him.
And if he really regarded her as a friend he would have felt able to confide at least part of the reason for his single-minded attitude to life.
But she only knew that he was the man she loved. At the same time, she knew that he had memories buried inside him, memories that had scarred too deeply for him to share them with anyone. She knew that instinctively, not from anything he had ever said or shown from his actions. There was evidence enough in the closed man that he was.
The times that she had hoped and prayed he would open up to her! But all he had ever chosen to discuss with her was business. That was never likely to change now. And it had obviously been enough for Dominic all these years.
‘As close as I've got to having one,’ he mockingly echoed her thoughts, as if he had found it all too easy to read them. He glanced at her. ‘Why don't you settle down and have a sleep? And don't say you aren't tired,’ he added softly as she went to protest. ‘Because I know damn well you must be.’
‘I was just about to remind you that you had agreed we would take it in turns to drive,’ she said.
He shrugged. ‘As we've only gone about fifteen miles, I think I might manage to carry on for a while longer!’
His sarcastic sense of humour had taken a lot of getting used to when she had first gone to work for him, especially as the closest he ever came to acknowledging that humour himself was the occasional glitter of amusement in the dark green eyes!
‘I'll wake you when I've had enough,’ he added drily.
She made a face at him, receiving a mocking quirk of his mouth in response. ‘Just make sure you do,’ she warned as she settled down more comfortably, closing her eyes.
‘Yes, ma'am,’ he drawled.
Cathy opened one eye and looked at him. ‘Try and remember that in future I'm no longer restrained in my responses by the fact that I work for you,’ she said.
‘I can't say I ever noticed that fact keeping you silent in the past,’ he mocked. ‘Your honesty, brutal or otherwise, has always been one of the things I've most liked about you.’
She had never even realised he did like her. He had picked a hell of a time to decide to tell her he did!
Not that it would have made any difference to her earlier decision. Liking
