Jools,’ she whispered to herself. ‘Get it together.’
To add to her self-consciousness, she felt certain Alex Constantis had spotted her nervousness, and was amused by it, although his expression when she handed him the glass was enigmatic.
‘You are not joining me?’ he asked, and Julia shook her head.
‘It’s going to be a long evening,’ she excused herself, with a bright smile which only touched her lips.
‘Then—yiassou.’ He raised his glass to her, then drank.
Julia began to wish she had in fact poured herself a drink as well. It would have given her something to fidget with—to concentrate on—anything rather than just having to stand here, the object of his undivided attention.
‘So, tell me more about your namesake,’ he said, after a pause. ‘She was the mistress of the Prince of Wales—isn’t that right?’
Julia’s lips tightened. ‘You seem perfectly well informed already.’
‘There is a small bookshop opposite my hotel in the village. I bought a local guide book, and such a story was mentioned.’
She shrugged. ‘Then what more is there to tell?’
‘Her husband—this first baronet. What kind of a man was he?’
‘He was one of the Prince’s circle,’ Julia said reluctantly. ‘Though not a close friend. He was a gambler.’
‘So that is where the tendency comes from,’ Alex Constantis said meditatively. ‘Was he also as unlucky as your father?’
Julia shot him a look of indignant surprise, annoyed at the implied criticism in his words. ‘I don’t think I want to discuss that with you.’
‘Yet it has a certain relevance.’ The dark eyes were hooded. ‘If your father had been luckier in his wagers—in his speculation, then your family home would not be for sale to the highest bidder—and we would not be here together now.’
She said tautly, ‘Please don’t remind me.’
He laughed. ‘The truce did not last long, thespinis. But no matter. My instinct tells me that to war with you might be more interesting than to make peace.’
‘And your instinct, of course, is never wrong.’ Julia was heavily sarcastic.
‘Where women are concerned—rarely.’ He was still smiling. ‘Another sexist remark!’
Julia bit her lip. ‘Could we change the subject, please?’
‘Certainly.’ He drank some more Bourbon. ‘Shall we talk about the weather, or shall I tell you how beautiful you look in that dress, and how much I would give to see you without it?’
Shame and anger welled up inside her, as if she had indeed been stripped naked in front of him. If she had had a drink in her hand, she would have thrown it straight into his mocking, arrogant face, she thought savagely. She wanted to hit out, to beat at him with her fists, but she knew, somehow, that such a gesture would only amuse him.
My God, she thought. He’s demanding a full pound of flesh in return for my having called him a peasant!
From somewhere she managed to conjure up a light laugh. ‘Would you give me Ambermere, Mr Constantis?’
His brows lifted slightly, as if her reaction had surprised him, and he said, ‘No.’
Julia shrugged again. ‘Then the deal’s off.’ She made herself meet his gaze. ‘You’ll just have to—eat your heart out.’
His smile widened, and he shook his head slowly. ‘Don’t count on it—Miss Kendrick.’
For an endless moment his eyes held hers. Julia was suddenly, terrifyingly conscious that she could neither move nor speak—and that every pulse point in her body seemed to be beating with an alarming independence.
She wanted to say ‘No.’ To assert her separateness from him, her rejection of him, and his degrading jibes, but the muscles of her throat refused to obey her.
It was the external sound of other voices, and footsteps approaching down the hall, which broke the spell at last. And if she’d burned before, Julia now realised she felt icily, deathly cold.
As Alex Constantis turned to greet her parents, she crossed to the empty fireplace and stood staring down at it, as if there were flames there which could warm her, and stop the wild, inner shivering which threatened to tear her apart.
Lydia Kendrick was polite to her unwanted guest, but there was none of her usual warmth in her manner, and Julia surmised that she too was under orders.
Her father seemed his usual ebullient self, laughing and talking as if Alex Constantis was an old and valued friend, but Julia could see the lines of strain round his mouth, and thought how they would deepen if the offer for the house was withdrawn.
She felt as if she was living through some kind of nightmare.
She had hoped the situation would be eased when the other dinner guests arrived, but among the first-comers were the Bosworths, and Vivvy Bosworth lost no time in drawing Julia into the morning-room.
‘Jools, there are the most amazing rumours all over the place. People are saying your father’s sold the estate to some Greek millionaire. Surely it can’t be true?’
Julia pinned on a smile. ‘We’re certainly hoping the deal goes through.’
‘Oh, don’t con me, Julia Kendrick!’ Vivvy gave her a minatory look. ‘I’ve known you far too long—we swapped rattles in our prams, remember? You’d rather lose your right arm than this house.’
Julia’s smile wavered and collapsed. She said wretchedly, ‘Oh Vivvy, the house is going to be sold whatever happens, but I honestly don’t know whether Alex Constantis is going to buy Ambermere or not.’ She swallowed. ‘What I do know is I’d sooner see it burn to the ground than belong to him. He’s the most hateful man I’ve ever met!’
Vivvy gave her a limpid look. ‘Darling Jools, no man with all that money could possibly be hateful!’ She sobered, giving Julia a quick hug. ‘There’s nothing I can say to make you feel better about this, but I felt I had to warn you. Stepmother’s on the warpath. She was smirking to herself all the way here, and that’s always bad news for someone.’
Julia received the news with a grimace of dismay. Gerald Bosworth’s first wife had been a warm and smiling woman, popular with everyone, and genuinely mourned when she died after a long illness. It was generally agreed locally that Gerald, who had nursed her with total devotion, should marry again in due time, but no one, least of all Vivvy and her brother Alastair, had expected it to happen so soon, or to find themselves with a young and glamorous former actress as a stepmother. Tricia Bosworth at first bewildered her new neighbours, who tried to make her welcome for Gerald’s sake, and later aroused their resentment with the deliberately poisonous sweetness of some of her remarks. Because she was Gerald’s wife, and everyone liked Gerald, it was impossible to exclude her from social gatherings, but there was always an edge when she was around.
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