so unwillingly she crossed the bar.
‘What an unexpected pleasure,’ Blair said smilingly. ‘First Rob, and now you, Courtney. This is turning into quite a reunion.’
‘Yes, isn’t it.’ She kept her tone light. ‘You’ll have to excuse us. We’re dining here and …’
‘Oh, I haven’t eaten yet either,’ Blair said calmly, and he signalled towards the head waiter who was hovering in the doorway of the dining room. ‘I hope that you’ll join me as my guests.’
Clive was looking totally baffled by the entire situation, and never more so than when Courtney tucked her hand through his arm.
‘We couldn’t do that,’ she said. ‘They say three’s a crowd, so four is plainly impossible. I’m sure you understand.’
‘I do indeed,’ said Blair. ‘Nevertheless I hope you’ll change your mind.’
Robin broke in. ‘Yes, come and join us, you two. After all, it’s not often that such old friends have a chance to get together again.’ He shot Courtney a veiled, urgent look.
Clive said feebly, ‘Look, I just don’t know about this. I’d rather counted on having Courtney all to myself this evening.’
‘But you can see her any time,’ Robin argued. ‘Come on, Clive, be a sport!’
Courtney was still prepared to argue, but she sensed that their discussion was attracting some curious glances from other parts of the room, and the head waiter, all smiles, was bearing down on them with menus and wine lists, so she reluctantly acceded. To her dismay she found she was being ushered to the wide velvet-covered bench seat which ran the length of the wall to sit beside Blair. She smoothed her skirt round her slim legs, taking care that the folds went nowhere near him, then put her bag on the seat between them, knowing by the faint smile playing around his mouth that he was quite well aware of her manoeuvres.
But she was past caring what he thought. It was no wish of hers to be here. It had been brought about by an ironic combination of circumstances. She had hoped never to see him again.
She stole a look at Clive. He knew perfectly well what the situation was, and must be wondering what Robin was doing on such apparently friendly terms with someone who, in ordinary circumstances, would have been regarded as an enemy. He knew too that there had been no contact at all between the Lincolns and the remaining family of their former business partner for several years. And Clive wasn’t the only one to be puzzled. There were other local people and acquaintances in the room who would be watching avidly, intrigued by this unexpected piece of gossip.
She ordered melon and a rare filet mignon almost at random. Her appetite had vanished anyway. Across the table Rob was talking slightly too loudly and laughing rather too much, and she winced inwardly. It was the kind of performance calculated to put Blair Devereux on his guard. He certainly wasn’t all chatter and bonhomie. On the contrary, the expression on his face was almost sardonic.
If Rob goes on like this, he’s going to run out of topics before the first course is served, Courtney thought, adding mercilessly—and he needn’t expect me to help him out!
It was easier in a way once they got into the dining room and the food was being served. Its excellence was a perfectly acceptable conversational gambit, and even Clive joined in with some relief.
‘I’d forgotten how good English food could be, Blair commented.
‘Oh?’ Clive looked at him. ‘Have you been abroad?’
As Blair nodded, Rob asked breezily, ‘Anywhere interesting?’
‘A whole number of places,’ Blair drawled. ‘But I’m sure you don’t need a travelogue from me.’
Ah, but you’re wrong, Courtney said silently. I’d like to know where you’ve been. I wonder if Switzerland was on the itinerary, and whether you’ve now got one of those famous numbered accounts as a souvenir.
He was watching her across the flicker of the candles on the table. He said softly, ‘But you, Courtney— been happening to you? You vanished so rapidly this morning, I didn’t get a chance to ask. You were planning an academic future of some kind, if my memory serves.’
Her smile became stretched and tight. ‘Oh, that didn’t transpire,’ she said. ‘I’m a working girl.’
‘Interesting job?’ There was something in his expression which warned her that he already knew where she worked and exactly what her employment comprised.
She said calmly, ‘Fascinating,’ and ate her last sliver of melon as if it actually tasted like succulent fruit instead of ashes in her mouth.
He watched her for a moment, his smile widening, then he said gently, ‘And Rob, I hear, is becoming quite something in the City.’
‘I’m glad you think so.’ Briefly, Rob let his mask of geniality slip. ‘I’d have described it as a dead-end job myself.’
Blair’s brows rose. ‘I hardly think Monty Pallister would be pleased to hear an assocation with him described in such unflattering terms.’ His voice was soft.
Courtney silently thanked Providence for the waiter who appeared at that moment to clear the table and bring the next course. The minor upheaval provided Rob with a breathing space.
At last he said with a fair measure of poise, ‘I think you’ve been misinformed. Mr Pallister is unlikely to be interested in a nonentity like me.’
‘You don’t do yourself justice,’ Blair said lightly. ‘I understand the gentleman in question is always on the look-out for fresh talent to help him in his—endeavours.’ The pause was smooth and quite deliberate, as Courtney knew was the choice of word. She stared down at her plate as if she was trying to analyse the lyonnais potatoes which lay there.
Clive broke in. ‘Changing your job, old boy? You’ve never mentioned anything about it.’
‘Because there’s nothing to mention.’ Robin’s laugh was uneasy. ‘I like their way of doing calabrese here, don’t you?’
‘Very much,’ Blair agreed evenly. ‘In fact I’m so impressed with the place as a whole, I’m tempted to extend my stay.’
There was a brief pause, then Clive said, ‘Fantastic. Then we can hope to see more of you?’
‘Oh, yes,’ Blair said gravely, ‘I think I can safely promise that.’ His face was expressionless as he glanced at Courtney, but at the back of his eyes little devils of amusement danced as if he knew the effect it was costing her to use the knife in her hand on the steak instead of himself.
Rob rallied, concealing his dismay. ‘Well, Courtney has a few days off from work. I’m sure she’d be glad to help you rediscover old haunts.’
For a moment she couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. She stared at Rob, an indignant denial already forming on her lips, then she saw the urgent appeal in his eyes and subsided in silence. Her mind was whirling frantically. What in the world was Rob playing at? He couldn’t imagine that she wanted to spend one more second in Blair Devereux’s company than she had to, especially after this horrendous meal. Yet she couldn’t ignore that silent plea from him, even though
