do I look as if I could threaten anyone?’ She looked down pointedly at her childlike body.
‘It’s the non-violent threats that are usually the most dangerous,’ he replied.
She sighed. ‘Well, I’m not making any kind of threat. I was just going to tell you that of the two of us Laura is the more practical one—–’
‘So practical she knew a meal-ticket when she saw it,’ scorned Hawk.
Leonie gave him a censorious frown. ‘When I get Winnie in a seemingly unsolvable situation Laura is always the one who—–’
‘I know I’m going to hate myself for asking, but who is Winnie?’ he prompted irritably. ‘Not one of your cats?’
She shook her head with a smile. ‘The detective in our books,’ she supplied. ‘No matter how unlikely the situation—and believe me, I’ve thought of a few over the years—–’
‘Oh, I believe you,’ he muttered.
Her eyes glowed with humour. ‘Laura is always the one who comes up with the solution to the problem.’
‘I’m surprised anyone reads your books at all; it’s difficult to relate to a man named Winnie—even if you did once have one as Prime Minister over here!’ Hawk sneered.
She arched mocking brows. ‘That coming from a man with a name like Hawk?’
‘Henry Hawker Sinclair the Second,’ he corrected dryly.
She blinked at the length of the title. ‘Then Hal is…?’
‘Henry Hawker Sinclair the Third,’ he confirmed softly. ‘My father was called Harry, by his friends—none of his enemies was ever brave enough to come forward and say what they called him!’ he drawled. ‘I was called Hawk to avoid confusion, and now my son is called Hal for the same reason.’
‘What’s wrong with Henry?’
‘About the same thing that’s wrong with Winnie,’ he returned mockingly.
‘Henry seems a good solid name to me,’ she shrugged. ‘By the way,’ she added as an afterthought, ‘Winnie is a woman. Now, about Laura—–’
‘You write about a female detective?’ he said disbelievingly.
‘Are you a chauvinist, Hawk?’ she taunted.
‘Not at all, Leonie,’ he drawled. ‘I was just a little surprised. I don’t know why I should have been! Is Winnie as kooky as you?’
She smiled. ‘Things—happen to her,’ she nodded.
‘I’ll just bet they do,’ he jeered. ‘You were going to tell me about your practical sister Laura,’ he reminded her dryly.
She sobered. ‘Maybe that’s the wrong word to have used. Sensible might be a better way of putting—–’
‘Believing herself in love with a nineteen-year-old boy is sensible?’ scoffed Hawk.
‘I doubt if Hal was any more as innocently gullible as you’re making him out to be than he was naïve,’ Leonie reproved. ‘He gives the impression of having always been mature.’
The man seated opposite her gave a heavy sigh, his eyes narrowed. ‘There’s nothing wrong with bringing your child up to be independent.’
‘I’m sure there isn’t,’ she soothed. ‘I was just pointing out that Hal is hardly your typical nineteen-year-old.’
‘No—he’s a potentially very rich nineteen-year-old,’ his father grated.
‘You’re going to upset Laura with that sort of talk, you know,’ she chided. ‘She’s very sensitive about the age difference.’
‘Not sensitive enough to stop seeing Hal!’
‘That’s the trouble,’ Leonie sighed. ‘She will if you ask her to.’
He gave an inclination of his head. ‘Then I’ll ask her to,’ he drawled. ‘End of problem.’
‘You don’t really believe that.’ She shook her head. ‘Laura will be heartbroken if you ask this of them—something I’m sure isn’t going to bother you too much!—but Hal will resent your interference in his life.’
‘He’ll get over it,’ his father dismissed harshly.
‘Would you have “got over” loving your wife if your father had disapproved?’
Hawk gave an impatient frown. ‘The situation never arose.’
Leonie stood up restlessly. ‘Because the woman you loved was suitable.’
‘She came from a prominent Texas family, yes,’ he admitted grudgingly.
‘Rich,’ Leonie drawled. ‘Maybe we don’t have a lot of money, but Laura is rich in such a lot of other ways—she’s kind, totally loyal to those she cares about, and she cares for Hal so much. Oh, Hawk,’ she went down on her knees beside his chair, her hands resting imploringly on his legs, ‘don’t break my sister’s heart!’
He flinched back at her close proximity, the tension slow to leave his body. ‘Leonie,’ he sighed, ‘I can’t, in all conscience, approve of this marriage. They’ve only known each other three weeks, damn it!’
‘You’re getting over-anxious again,’ she warned lightly. ‘Would you give your approval if they’d known each other three months, six months, a year, say?’ She looked up at him with excited green eyes.
He frowned. ‘Why do I have the feeling I’m being set up?’
‘Oh, come on, Hawk, answer the question,’ she cajoled.
‘Yes, I—–’ He gave an impatient shrug. ‘I suppose any of them might be more encouraging than three weeks!’
‘Twenty-four days,’ Leonie corrected. ‘I think Laura could even tell you down to the minutes and seconds if you asked her,’ she said fondly. ‘They met at the hotel Hal is managing over here at the moment, you know,’ she added teasingly. ‘There was a meeting of authors there, and Laura went along as one of the guest speakers.’ She eyed him mockingly as he scowled. ‘Thinking about having the conference facilities ripped out?’
‘Thinking about it,’ he acknowledged grimly.
‘I shouldn’t,’ she patted his hand. ‘They’ve met now. So what you’re really afraid of is that their love for each other won’t last?’ she returned to their previous conversation without any loss of the intensity of the subject.
‘What I’m really afraid of is that I seem to have lost control of this conversation,’ scowled Hawk. ‘I get the distinct feeling I’m being manoeuvred—and I don’t like it.’
She could see that, she realised he was a man who liked to be in control at all times. It was only that she wanted to
