He’d assumed she would call and make an appointment, but the one thing he knew he should never do with Ailsa was assume anything. She had an unnerving ability to catch him off guard. Like when she’d point blank refused to sign his agreement even though he’d dangled ten million pounds in front of her. He hadn’t expected her to ask for time to think about it. He’d expected her to sign it then and there. But with the pressure of getting to the hospital in time to see his grandfather before the surgery, Vinn had allowed her to get away without signing. He had never allowed anyone to do that to him before. Push him around. Manipulate him. He had always put measures in place to avoid being exploited or fooled or thwarted.
All through his life he had aced everything he had ever set out to do, but his marriage to Ailsa was a failure. A big fat failure. How he hated that word—failure. Hated. Hated. Hated it. It made him feel out of control, incompetent.
But it wasn’t just him who had been affected by Ailsa walking out on him. The breakup of their marriage had shattered his grandfather and it was no surprise the old man’s health had gone into a steep decline shortly after Ailsa had left. The death of Vinn’s father so soon after her leaving certainly hadn’t helped. But in some ways his grandfather had coped better with Vinn’s father’s death than the breakup of Vinn’s marriage. His marriage to Ailsa had been the hope his grandfather had clung to for the future—a future ripe with promise of a new generation, new beginnings and new success. But that hope had been snatched away when Ailsa left.
But just lately, as the two-year mark of the separation crept closer, he’d noticed his grandfather becoming more and more stressed and his health suffering as a result. His grandfather had always been a devoted family man and had stayed faithful and true to Vinn’s grandmother, Maria, until her death five years ago. If Vinn could do this one thing—make his grandfather believe he and Ailsa were back together—then at least the old man’s recovery wouldn’t be compromised by the stress and worry about their imminent divorce.
Besides, this time around, Vinn would be the one in control of their relationship and he would stay in control. He wouldn’t allow Ailsa to throw him over again. He had put a time limit on their ‘reunion’ and he’d mentioned the no-sex rule just to be on the safe side. When he’d seen her walk into his office unannounced, his loins had pulsed with a drumbeat of primal lust so powerful it nearly knocked him off his feet. And if he hadn’t been talking to one of his senior staff on the phone about a tricky problem in one of his workshops, he might well have taken Ailsa into his arms then and there and challenged her to deny the spark that arced between them. The spark that had always arced between them from the first time they’d met at a furniture exhibition in Paris. He was attracted to her natural beauty—her long silky curtain of ash-blonde hair and creamy complexion and coltish model-like figure, and the way her bewitching grey-blue eyes seemed to change with her mood.
The other thing he’d liked about her back then was she hadn’t been easy to pick up. With his sort of wealth and profile it had been a new experience meeting a woman who didn’t dive head first into bed with him. She had taken playing hard to get to a whole new level. The thrill of the chase had been the biggest turn-on of his adult life. He had seen it as a challenge to get her to finally capitulate and, if he were honest, he would have to admit it was one of the reasons he’d married her instead of offering her an affair like anyone else. Maybe even the major reason. Because nothing shouted I won more than getting that wedding ring on her finger.
But that iron-strong determination of hers that had so attracted him in the first place was the same thing that had ultimately destroyed their marriage. She refused to back down over a position she adopted. It was her way or the highway and to hell with you if you didn’t agree.
But Vinn was equally determined, and this next three months would prove it.
* * *
Ailsa followed Vinn into the private room where Domenico was being monitored prior to the transplant. Strict sterilisation procedures were being conducted and, according to the nurse, they would be a hundred times more stringent once the surgery was over.
The old man was lying in a bed with medical apparatus tethering him seemingly from every limb. He opened his eyes when Vinn approached the bed and gave a weak smile. ‘You made it in time.’
Vinn gently took his grandfather’s hand in his and Ailsa was touched to see the warmth and tenderness in Vinn’s gaze. Had he ever looked at her like that? As if she mattered more than anything at that moment? She felt guilty for thinking such thoughts at such a time with his grandfather so desperately ill, but how could she not wish Vinn had felt something more than just earthy lust for her?
‘I made it,’ Vinn said. ‘And I brought someone with me to see you.’
Domenico looked to where Ailsa was standing and his weary bloodshot eyes lit up like stadium lights. ‘Ailsa? Is it really you?’
She stepped forward and put her hand on the old man’s forearm, so close to where Vinn’s hand was resting she felt a little electric tingle shoot up her arm. ‘Hello, Dom.’
Dom’s eyes began to water and he blinked a few times as if trying to control his emotions. ‘My dear girl... You have no idea how much it thrills me to see you back with Vinn. I’ve prayed for this day. Prayed and prayed and prayed.’
Back with Vinn.
Those three words sent a wave of heat through her body and two hot pools of it firing in her cheeks. Had Vinn already told his grandfather they were back together? Had he been so arrogantly confident she would sign the agreement? She was glad now she hadn’t signed it. Fervently glad. He had given her ten million very good reasons to sign it, but still, it rankled that he thought he could so easily buy her acquiescence by waving indecent amounts of money in front of her.
‘But I’m not really—’ Ailsa stopped mid-sentence. How could she tell Dom the opposite of what he clearly wanted to hear? She might not have signed Vinn’s agreement, but his poor old grandfather was being wheeled into surgery within a matter of minutes for an operation, which he might not survive. What harm would it do to allow Dom this one moment?
She wasn’t back with Vinn as in Back With Vinn. She was playing a game of charades to keep an old man happy. Standing here by this old man’s bedside with the prospect of his life with a clock ticking on it made her want to do everything in her power to make Dom feel settled and peaceful before his life-saving or, God forbid, life-ending surgery.
‘I’m here,’ she said and moved her hand so it was on top of Vinn’s on Dom’s hand. ‘We’re both here. Together.’
Tears dripped down from Dom’s eyes and Ailsa leaned over to pluck a tissue from the box beside the bed and gently mopped them away, her eyes feeling suspiciously moist and her chest so tight it felt like she was having her own medical crisis.
‘If I don’t make it through this operation then at least I have the assurance you two have patched things up,’ Dom said, his voice choked with emotion. ‘You’re meant to be together. I knew that the first time Vinn introduced me to you. You’re a strong woman, Ailsa. And my grandson is a strong man and needs someone with enough backbone to handle him.’
Ailsa was going to handle Vinn all right. She was going to grab him by the front of the shirt and tell him what she thought of him manipulating her into this crazy charade by default. Even though she hadn’t committed herself on paper, he must have known she wouldn’t be able to help herself once she saw his desperately ill grandfather. No wonder he hadn’t made a fuss back in his office when she’d refused to sign the wretched agreement. He had simply bided his time so he could play on her emotions because he
