thought she should never have joined in this ridiculous conversation! ‘I think, as you pointed out earlier—’ oh-so-succinctly! ‘—that it’s none of my business!’
Rogan’s grin widened, his teeth very white and even against that bronzed skin. ‘My guess is you didn’t mean to ask that last question.’
No, she hadn’t. Of course Rogan Sullivan slept with unmarried women—although ‘slept with’ was probably a complete misnomer for what he did when he was in bed with a woman!
Elizabeth wasn’t happy about the way his dark gaze followed the movement as she nervously crossed one bare knee over the other…
She instantly uncrossed them. ‘Perhaps we should go through to dinner?’
‘You seem a little… tense this evening, Elizabeth?’ He met her gaze with steady intensity.
Her eyes widened. ‘I’m not in the least tense.’
‘No?’
‘No!’ Elizabeth denied vehemently, knowing that her tone, and the way she stood up so suddenly, instantly gave the lie to her claim.
What was it about this man that made her so uncomfortable? So on edge? So totally removed from her normally composed and efficient self? Whatever it was, she had better put a stop to it.
‘I believe it’s time we went in to dinner,’ she reminded him again, more evenly this time.
‘Fine,’ he agreed lightly, and he rose smoothly to his feet beside her.
Instantly making Elizabeth’s already raw and sensitive nerve-endings thrum!
She didn’t drink alcohol, or smoke, or sleep with men—married or otherwise—but just being in the same room with Rogan made her dearly wish she did the latter, at least. Every time she was anywhere near this man she felt the urge to rip the clothes from his body and have her way with him. Her very wicked way with him!
Rogan watched the emotions flicker across Elizabeth’s flushed and expressive face as she looked at him: tension, then desire, quickly followed by dismay. ‘I’d give a thousand dollars to know what your thoughts were just now,’ he murmured throatily.
Her eyes widened in alarm before she quickly looked away. ‘You would be wasting your money.’
‘It’s my money to waste.’
She shrugged. ‘I was only thinking of the books I intend cataloguing tomorrow.’
Rogan gave a casual glance down at Elizabeth’s left hand, knowing by the way it was clenched that she wasn’t telling the truth. Knowing by the way she instantly unclenched her hand that she knew he knew it too!
‘Having a giveaway is annoying, isn’t it?’ he murmured conversationally.
Her chin rose determinedly. ‘I have no idea what you mean.’
‘Sure you don’t… ’ he drawled.
‘I believe you now owe me a thousand dollars… ’
He gave a rueful shake of his head. ‘We both know you just lied and I don’t owe you a damn thing.’Rogan stood back to allow her to precede him out of the room, his politeness owing as much to the fact that he wanted to continue admiring her legs and the gentle sway of her hips as she walked in front of him to the dining room as it did to good manners.
They certainly hadn’t had lecturers like Elizabeth Brown when he’d worked on getting his degree!
‘When did you say you intended returning to the States?’ Elizabeth asked Rogan coolly, once Mrs Baines had left the room after serving the first course of smoked salmon.
The two of them were once again seated at the small family dining table. The evening sun shining in through the huge bay window made the lighting of the candles on the table unnecessary. Thank goodness! Candlelight would have made it appear too much like a romantic dinner for two…
Something this most certainly wasn’t!
Elizabeth didn’t fool herself for a moment, and knew that ordinarily Rogan wouldn’t have even noticed a woman like her. She felt sure that his usual taste in women ran to something a little more exotic than a university lecturer who, at the age of twenty-eight, neither drank, smoked, nor slept around.
In fact, the phrase ‘beggars can’t be choosers’came to mind!
Rogan scowled darkly. ‘I don’t remember saying when I was leaving.’
She frowned slightly. ‘I had assumed that you would only be staying until after your father’s funeral?’
‘Never heard the one about assumption being the mother of all cock-ups?’ he asked.
She gave an inclination of her head. ‘As necessity is the mother of invention?’
‘Something like that.’ Rogan grimaced. ‘I suppose I’ll have to stay until after my father’s funeral,’he accepted tightly.
‘I would have thought so, yes.’ Elizabeth frowned at his obvious reluctance.
‘I’m many things, Elizabeth, but I’ve never thought a hypocrite was one of them.’ His mouth twisted with distaste.
‘Even so… ’
‘Even so… ’ he conceded dryly. ‘No doubt you’re a dutiful daughter and visit your own parents once a week? Probably for Sunday lunch?’
Elizabeth didn’t know what to say in answer to that. What could she say when she hadn’t so much as seen her own father since the argument that had followed the reading of her mother’s will ten years ago?
‘No doubt,’ she answered stiltedly.
Rogan’s gaze became piercing as he heard the lack of conviction in Elizabeth’s tone. ‘Or perhaps dinner on a Friday evening?’
‘Perhaps.’
Rogan was certain of the hollowness to her tone that time… ‘Or perhaps, like me, you prefer to stay the hell away from them?’
Warm colour crept up into the pallor of her cheeks. ‘I don’t believe this conversation was about me—’
‘Sure it was.’ Rogan gave up all pretence of eating the smoked salmon and sat back in his chair to study her through narrowed lids. ‘We can do this the hard way or the easy way, Elizabeth. Your choice.’
‘I don’t think—’
‘Okay, the hard way.’ He shrugged. ‘Are both your parents still alive?’
Her jaw hardened. ‘No.’
‘Both dead?’
‘No.’
‘Mother dead?’
‘Yes.’
‘Father?’
