Her mind made up Lindsay poured her tea and went back into the hall.
Her bedroom had not suffered too much from the decorators; the theme of lemon and white she had chosen as a teenager was still retained; the bedhangings, curtains and chair were all in a soft lemon and white chintz, the carpet a toning pale lemon. Lucas had been the one to suggest that she was old enough for a more grown-up colour scheme than the old pink and white she had had since childhood—he had arranged for her room to be redecorated as a fifteenth birthday surprise, she remembered. She had been so excited and thrilled … Sighing faintly she went back downstairs; garaged her car at the back of the house and brought up her suitcase.
She had just stepped out of the shower when she became aware of someone’s presence in her bedroom. Thinking it must be Gwendolin she pulled on her robe hurriedly, grimacing faintly as the thin silk clung to her still damp skin, and opened her shower room door.
It wasn’t Gwen who stood there watching her but Lucas, his dark eyebrows drawn together in a frown, his skin stretched almost too tightly over the bones of his face.
‘Lindsay … what the devil …’
There was a grimness to his mouth that Lindsay well remembered, but the pain darkening his eyes was new, and so too was the tiredness plainly discernible in his drawn features and almost gaunt frame.
Suddenly becoming aware from the way he was looking at her, of the flimsiness of her damp robe, Lindsay hugged her arms protectively around her body, and muttered crossly. ‘I thought you were Gwendolin …’
‘Now why, I wonder should you think that.’
The tiredness was gone and in its place was a febrile bitterness that mocked and taunted. ‘What are you doing here?’
His tormenting was replaced by curt anger, and it lit a corresponding flame of anger in Lindsay.
‘This is still my home,’ she reminded him, her chin lifting belligerently, ‘even though you have contrived to make it as uncomfortable a one as possible for me.’
He had the grace to colour faintly, but there was no remorse in his eyes as they locked on her face. ‘I repeat, what are you doing here.’
‘Nothing that you need worry about,’ Lindsay told him acidly, ‘In fact I think when you hear what I’ve got to say you’ll be pleased. I’m getting engaged.’
‘Engaged!’
Just for a moment she thought he looked shocked, ill almost but instantly his expression changed to be replaced by one of cynical mockery. ‘Well, Well … and who is the fortunate man?’
‘Jeremy Byles,’ Lindsay told him curtly. Why was it that every time they met they rubbed one another raw like this? If they could not regain their old camaraderie, surely they could still meet as civilised human beings; not the snapping snarling enemies the sight of one another seemed to turn them into. ‘Jeremy was to have accompanied me here … he wanted to advise you of our engagement before his parents make a formal announcement next week.’
A bitter smile curved the thin mouth. ‘To advise me of it, or to gain my approval?’ Lucas queried. ‘He does know the terms of your father’s will I take it?’
‘Of course,’ Bitter anger flashed in Lindsay’s topaz eyes, ‘but you need not worry Lucas, Jeremy is everything my father would have wanted for me in a husband.’
‘Which is why you chose him?’
‘Am I allowed to marry for any other reason?’ Until she had said it she hadn’t realised how much of a burden her father’s wishes were to her. She didn’t love Jeremy she acknowledged, at least not as she had once dreamed of loving a man, and she could sense the speculation in the look Lucas was giving her.
‘Since you can’t produce your fiancé for my inspection and approval, I can’t see that there was much point in coming down here,’ he infuriated her by saying. ‘Why did you?’
‘I’d already made my plans.’ Lindsay was seething … her temper, normally so slow to ignite already at danger point. ‘This is my home, Lucas,’ she reminded him sharply, ‘I don’t need your permission to come here, no matter how unwelcome you choose to make me. Jeremy is everything my father wanted for me in a husband,’ she pointed out for a second time. ‘You could have no possible grounds for refusing to …’
‘Hand your inheritance over to him? Poor Lindsay, do I really keep you so short of money that you’re obliged to marry the first blue-blooded idiot you can find?’
‘It has nothing to do with the money—at least not on my side, you must know that,’ Lindsay stormed back at him.
‘Then why so concerned about my approval? True love needs no approval.’ He all but sneered the words at her, and Lindsay knew that he was telling her he did not believe she loved Jeremy. Perhaps he was right … but knowing that only whipped up her resentment and anger.
‘What do you want me to do? Spend the rest of my life living alone without husband or children, all because I …’
Just in time she stopped herself from completing what she had been about to say, too appalled by the words that had been on the tip of her tongue to even be aware of the way Lucas was watching her. ‘Because I couldn’t have you,’ she had been about to say, and she started to tremble, terrified of the totally unexpected emotions her subconscious had suddenly dredged up. ‘You’re being totally unreasonable Lucas,’ she said tiredly instead. ‘You haven’t even met Jeremy yet and you know nothing about him. I’m sorry if my being here is an inconvenience to you. Just say the word, and I’ll pack and go. I had thought after all this time we could perhaps as least talk civilly to one another, but it seems I was wrong.’ She turned away from him and bent down to pick up her case.
‘I’ll leave you to make my excuses to Gwendolin, although I don’t expect she wanted me here any more than you do.’
‘I’m quite sure you’re right,’ he mocked sardonically, ‘Or at least you would be if Gwen still lived here.’
Lindsay’s head shot up, her eyes rounding in stunned amazement as she stared at him. ‘She …’
‘She and I decided to go our separate ways shortly after Christmas,’ Lucas told her curtly. ‘The divorce came through several weeks ago.’
Lindsay felt so shaken that she subsided on to her bed, her case forgotten. ‘You and Gwendolin are divorced …’ she shook her head, unable to comprehend what he was saying. ‘But why … why didn’t you let me know … why …’
Lucas shrugged powerful shoulders, turning his back on her as he replied hardily. ‘Why should I? There was never any love lost between the pair of you, and besides my marriage is hardly your concern is it?’
Angry colour flamed hotly in Lindsay’s face. ‘You are my brother, Lucas,’ she reminded him stiffly, only to be corrected with his soft answer.
‘Stepbrother … there’s no real tie between us Lindsay, you know that.’
Lindsay decided to ignore his pointed gibe and instead said huskily, ‘But you and Gwen … I can hardly believe it …’
‘Oh I don’t think I believe that. Gwen made her dissatisfaction with
