feel his personality enfolding her so that it was a struggle to think clearly.
The man was hypnotic. Those eyes could prise out the most guarded of secrets. He would look you straight in the face, forcing you to fall under the spell of his powerful, persuasive personality, and slowly but surely he would end up finding out exactly what he wanted.
Little wonder women were forever tripping over themselves in their haste to grab a little bit of him, to try their luck at netting the biggest fish in the sea.
But she wasn’t one of his women. She had also known him long enough to see right through those tactics.
She stared back at him and repeated that her friend’s whereabouts were strictly confidential.
‘If she had wanted you to know, she would have told you in her note,’ Christina pointed out with irrefutable logic, and he glared at her furiously.
‘Stop trying to be clever with me! You know she wouldn’t let on to me what her plans were. For some reason she seems to think that I’m a bit over-protective.’ He transferred his glare to the mug of coffee, as if it had suddenly become responsible for his irritating situation, and Christina smiled.
Sometimes the set of his features reminded her of when he was much younger, and right now was one of those times. He had always been as stubborn as they came.
He looked up and caught her smiling and said angrily, ‘I’m glad you find the whole thing so amusing. You might not be quite so amused if Fiona lands herself in a spot of trouble. You know what she’s like just as well as I do. She has her head in the clouds. She goes through life thinking that nothing untoward could possibly happen to her, and one of these days that attitude is going to get her into a lot of trouble. The world isn’t ready to cope with my sister’s brand of naïveté.’
Christina knew that what he was saying was true. She also knew that trying to keep Fiona under lock and key was not the way to overcome any potential problems.
The truth of the matter was that Adam Palmer found his inability to restrain his sister frustrating. Unlike everything and everyone else in life, she refused to respond to his persuasion. Oh, she listened well enough, and nodded her head in all the right places, but then she proceeded to do just precisely as she wanted.
‘You can’t fight all her battles for her,’ Christina said eventually. ‘She has to learn from her own mistakes. Trying to run her life for her is just going to make her resent you.’
‘Is that what she told you? That she resents me?’
Christina sighed heavily. They were getting precisely nowhere and she was feeling very tired.
‘More or less,’ she hedged, and Adam stood up and walked across to her.
‘And I suppose you agree?’ He leant over her, gripping the back of the sofa on either side of her so that she was trapped by him.
She found her breath coming in small, quick gasps.
‘She has to make her own mistakes,’ she stammered, confused by his proximity and wishing that he would remove himself to some other, safer, part of the room. Or, better still, out of her flat altogether.
‘And you think that that includes marrying Simon West? That snivelling leech who’s only attracted to her because of her money? Should I stand back and watch her make that ultimate mistake without trying to do anything about it?’
He was still leaning over her, and she found that her thought processes seemed to have seized up.
The sensation brought back vivid and unwelcome memories of when she was a teenager, and hopelessly infatuated with him. Then, she had experienced that same dizzy, disorientated feeling whenever he was around. It would have faded away of its own accord, she was certain of that, despite the power that he had held over her, but time and adulthood had not been allowed to take their course. He had spotted the intensity of her private feelings with the shrewd perceptiveness of the born predator and he had laughed them off. Young and tactless, he had found her infatuation amusing, and that had left a sharp tang of bitterness in her mouth.
But that was a long time ago. She had recovered from that inconvenient passing fever. She had moved on with her life.
‘He may not be as bad as he seems,’ Christina muttered feebly, thinking of Fiona’s latest boyfriend with distaste. She had met him a few times, and each time some new feature of his personality had further reduced her impression of him. She could understand Adam’s concern.
He swung around from her and began prowling through the room, absent-mindedly looking at the pictures on the walls, the ornaments on the tables.
‘He’s as bad as he seems,’ he said finally, ‘and worse. How could you let her run off with him? You’re supposed to be her friend.’
Stung, Christina’s head snapped up.
‘I’m not her keeper!’ she bit out angrily. ‘Of course I didn’t encourage her in her plans to go to...in her plans. I tried to talk her out of it, but when Fiona decides to dig her heels in she does so with a vengeance. She wouldn’t listen to a word I was saying. And in the end, it’s her life.’
Adam stared at her as if she were some foreign species of animal. And she knew why. He was accustomed to having his orders obeyed. He had come to expect it. All this talk about freedom of choice was irritating for him, because he knew what was right for his sister and he could not understand why she failed to see his point of view.
What made matters worse, Christina thought, was that the damned man was always right.
‘Are you going to tell me where she’s gone?’ he asked softly, moving to sit alongside her on the sofa.
She shuffled inconspicuously away from him so that she was pressed against the armrest and eyed him drily. ‘You don’t give up, do you? You’re like a dog with a bone.’
For the first time since he had barged his way into her flat, his features relaxed into a smile, a coaxing, charming smile which she had observed on his face before—when he had been in the company of a beautiful woman. It had always amazed her that none of these women could see through it to the single-minded, relentless man underneath, the one who had taken his father’s ailing company and turned it around in a matter of months, the one with the reputation in business circles of being a force to be reckoned with.
He must be a very good actor, she decided, if he could sublimate all those characteristics in his relationships with women.
Was he hoping now that he could pull that smile on her and coax her around to his way of thinking?
Did he really think that she was as empty-headed and as eager to be pleased as the women he chose to be associated with?
‘You know me, Tina.’ He smiled again and she ignored it.
‘Unfortunately.’
‘You don’t mean that. Next to my sister, you’re my longest-standing female friend.’
Lucky old me, she thought. He makes me sound like a piece of furniture that’s stood in the same place for a thousand years.
‘I shouldn’t be too proud of that fact if I were you,’ she muttered,
