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CHAPTER TWO
‘WELL, this is quite a surprise,’ Simon said, in that educated formal voice which could only come from a lifetime of privilege and expensive private schools. And it was still as amazingly, jaw-droppingly able to light a match under her fire more than any other voice she had ever known.
Her heart and body leapt to attention at the sound of his voice, so fast and so loudly she was surprised that he had not heard it. Speech was impossible, and it maddened her more than she could say that he still had the power to unsettle her so badly.
But she was determined not to let him see that he had got to her. Those days were long gone.
‘Hi, Simon,’ she said through a dry throat, in as casual and controlled a voice as she could imagine. ‘Likewise. I had no idea that you were still in Ghana.’
‘Oh, yes,’ he answered. ‘Still here, still working, still unpaid and still a volunteer. I’m even in the same village. Unlike some people I could mention. It seems like you have come up in the world, Katie.’ He tilted his head to one side and grinned. ‘Congratulations. The company must have a lot of faith in you to suggest you take over from Andy at such short notice. That is quite an achievement.’
Simon pushed one hand deep into his trouser pocket as he leant his other elbow on the railing and towered over her, blocking the blazing sunlight from blinding her, but also shading her with his shadow.
To her unending shame Kate felt her neck flame red in embarrassment and delight that Simon should take pleasure in her promotion—or was it just the impact of that killer grin of white teeth against his unshaven deeply tanned skin?
‘Thank you,’ she whispered, ‘although I certainly hadn’t planned to be here. Yesterday morning I was in Mexico, expecting to fly home to a grey London for the weekend. Instead of which …’ Kate waved her right hand in the air towards the rolling waves under the azure blue sky. ‘Andy Parsons’ little boys arrived ahead of schedule, so the company asked me to take his place for a few weeks.’
And then she paused, lifted her head, and looked deep into Simon’s face. They were standing so close together that none of the other delegates who had ambled onto the wide long terrace around them could possibly hear what they were saying.
But that did not change the fact that their history together was real, and as far as she was concerned not as much in the past as she had imagined. The only way was to go forward and face the consequences.
‘I hope my being here is not going to be a problem for you?’
Simon paused for a second, before turning slightly away from the rail so that his whole body was facing towards her. It was just the two of them on that part of the terrace.
And in those few seconds of silence every one of her senses was attuned to every tiny movement he made.
The way his once soft hands and arms had filled out to become sinewy, strong and powerful. The way the hairs on the back of his hands had been bleached almost blond by the sun, which made them stand out pale and golden against the deep brown tan. And the way his pale grey eyes widened and then narrowed as he looked away from the ocean and back to her. The crease marks at the corners of his eyes were paler than the rest of the tan that if anything made him even more handsome than before—if that was possible.
He had always been able to mesmerise her with just a look.
And then his gaze hardened, and with one look straight into her eyes Simon answered her question without having to say a word.
The surface might have changed, but on the inside he was exactly the same man who had walked away from her and the chaos he’d left behind on that hot July morning three years ago—and he had not forgiven her for choosing to stay with her family instead of coming out to Africa with him, just as she had not forgiven him for leaving. One. Little. Bit.
‘It’s wonderful news about Andy. But does that mean you’re taking his place just for the conference or as project manager for all the local IT initiatives?’ Simon asked in a low, calm, steady voice—his serious voice, with a tiny lift of concern at the end.
‘Both,’ she replied with a slight nod. ‘I’ll be covering the conference, then shadowing Molly on a field visit to Andy’s two new projects along the coast. In the meantime I need to catch up with the progress reports. According to Molly, Andy was supervising the project you are working on. I suppose that means that I’ll be your acting project supervisor for the next few weeks.’
She gulped down her apprehension and disquiet.
‘I need to know whether we can work together, Simon,’ she said quickly, but Simon was already ahead of her, and he shook his head slowly as his grey eyes bored into hers.
‘Don’t worry about me, Katie. I can work with you any time. The real question is are you willing to work with me? I need to know that I can rely on you completely over the next few days. Especially during the press conferences and TV interviews.’
Kate felt her blood rise, and her fingers clutched even tighter into the handrail until she feared that she would have no nails left.
‘What do you mean, TV interviews? That wasn’t on the agenda I saw,’ she replied, bristling with indignation at his implied accusation that she was not capable of doing the job as well as Andy could.
Simon raised both hands in the air in submission. ‘I don’t mean to criticise. It is just that there is a lot at stake here, and I really need to bring you up to date with my project as Andy’s replacement. Whatever happens, we are going to have to work together as a team.’
‘Then I suggest you start talking.’ Kate picked up her dossier and waved it at Simon, still bristling at his implied concern. ‘Which areas of the report do you expect to be asked questions on?’
Simon nodded. ‘I have known Andy so long he probably didn’t record the details, but the local tribal leaders in my village have invited me to do something pretty special, and Andy was going to use it as part of the PR plan to help with extra fundraising for the project.’
Kate looked from the report back to Simon in confusion, her throat dry.
‘Okay,’ she replied in a quivering voice, trying to sound confident and not in the least upset that all the plans she had carefully sketched out for her day had probably just been blown away. ‘Can you tell me about it now?’
Before Simon could answer there was a great cacophony of loud car horns mixed with angry shouting and lively chatter coming from the road leading up to the hotel. Both Simon and Kate leant out over the terrace railing just in time to see a huge white TV camera van drive across the pristine lawns to overtake two large off-road estate cars which had tried to squeeze through the narrow road at the same time. They had crashed into one another and were now blocking the entrance to the hotel
‘Too late. Sorry, Katie, I’ll have to tell you all about it later. I need to find a shower and get changed before the media frenzy gets underway.’
Kate threw up her hands and pointed to his chest, blocking him from running back inside.
‘Frenzy! Simon Reynolds, you are not moving from this terrace until I know what is going on. What is it that you are not telling me?’
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