nodded. ‘I’ve just flown in from Cooktown.’
‘Rob—’
‘Caiti,’ he interrupted, ‘let’s not beat about the bush or indulge in any further mindless pleasantries.’ The look he tossed her was laced with pitiless irony. ‘You married me then ran away two days later. Shouldn’t we be discussing that?’
She put a hand to her mouth. ‘You know why.’
‘I—’ But he broke off as a call came over the loudspeaker system for Miss Caitlin Galloway to proceed to the information desk.
‘That must be a message from Marion,’ Caiti said. ‘She must have been held up.’
He got up. ‘I’ll go.’
Two minutes later he was back and he handed her a slip of paper. On it was printed the news that Marion had been involved in a minor traffic accident—she was not hurt, but couldn’t leave the scene until the police arrived; and would Caiti please take a taxi from the airport to Marion’s home…the key was in the same place.
‘Look,’ she let the paper flutter to the table, ‘Marion has no idea, I haven’t seen her in two years…’ She broke off abruptly, then, ‘Does Derek know?’
‘No,’ he said slowly. ‘I thought I’d await your wisdom on the subject.’
Her throat worked. ‘I can’t just spring it on Marion,’ she said urgently. ‘She’ll be horrified.’
‘Possibly,’ he agreed sardonically.
‘You should have dodged it,’ she accused.
He linked his long, strong fingers. ‘That’s a matter of opinion.’
‘No,’ Caiti denied, ‘it’s not! Anyone could see that it has to cast a shadow over their wedding. Not only that but you’re not related to Derek as I am to Marion and you just said you don’t see yourself as—’
‘By the same token,’ he broke in impatiently, ‘anyone could see there is unfinished business between us, Caiti, so—’
‘There needn’t be,’ she said intensely. ‘You could have instituted divorce proceedings through my solicitor, as I wrote and told you just after I left.’
‘Your solicitor,’ he repeated drily. ‘Did you honestly think I would be happy only to communicate with you through your solicitor?’
She swallowed. ‘Be that as it may, I don’t know what to think now.’ She put her hands delicately to her temples.
Rob Leicester watched her closely again. If the truth were known, her Gallic gestures, passed on by her French mother no doubt, had always fascinated him. She used her hands a lot. And he’d always been able to tell when she was disturbed, not only from her hands but also by the way a pulse disturbed the deliciously smooth skin at the base of her slender throat. It was beating rapidly now…
‘The sooner you break the news to Marion the better.’
‘That’s easy for you to say,’ she objected. ‘She’ll probably be hurt that I didn’t write to her about it. It was something I just couldn’t put in a letter—she may even have decided to come haring home!’
‘But you intended to confide in her at this reunion, I imagine?’ He studied her critically. ‘Or have you decided simply to block it all out of your mind?’
‘Of course not!’
Their gazes clashed and his was sardonic as he murmured, ‘One could be forgiven for wondering about that.’
She swallowed. ‘I—’
‘Then the sooner also,’ he overrode her, ‘you acknowledge that things aren’t finished between us, Caiti Leicester,’ he said deliberately, ‘the better.’
‘Things?’ she echoed huskily.
He sat back, his hazel gaze terribly mocking. ‘Would you have got such a shock to see me again if I meant nothing to you now?’
She bit her lip. ‘How long are you in Cairns for?’
‘A few days, I’m here on business as well. I believe that in a couple of days’ time we’re having a get-together; the bridal couple, bridesmaids, best man, Derek’s mother, sister and her boyfriend.’
Caiti closed her eyes then her lashes flew up as he laughed softly.
‘If you could see your horrified expression,’ he said.
‘R-Rob,’ her voice shook, ‘would you have just sprung yourself on me at this get-together if we hadn’t bumped into each other today?’ she queried.
He considered. ‘If necessary, although I doubt you would have gone on in ignorance for that long. I’m actually taking things one day at a time. There was no way of knowing when the chief bridesmaid would discover who the best man was.’
‘That’s diabolical!’
His eyes narrowed and he watched her intently. ‘Is it, Caiti? Any more diabolical, would you say, than the way you left Camp Ondine two days after we got married?’
Her lips parted.
He stood up. ‘Think about it. In the meantime I’ll give you a lift to Marion’s.’
Caiti hesitated then stood up too. ‘Thank you.’
The drive from the airport to Marion’s house was mercifully short. All the same, it was ten tense minutes until he nosed the powerful Range Rover into her cousin’s driveway.
He’d said nothing on the way. She’d stared out of the window and observed that little had changed since she’d last been in Cairns. Still the same lush, tropical foliage and flowers, and still the same bird calls that were so evocative of the region.
Then he pulled up and turned to her. ‘You wouldn’t be so silly as to do another bunk, would you, Caiti?’
She took an angry breath as their gazes clashed. ‘There was no silliness involved the first time,’ she said tautly.
‘But you agree it was a bunk?’ he countered with lazy insolence.
‘I agree that I was misled,’ she said precisely, ‘and I found it impossible to carry on in the circumstances. However, no, I won’t be doing a bunk, Rob, until we’ve sorted things out because we obviously can’t go on like this.’ She opened her door and slipped out of the car. ‘Don’t worry, I can manage my bag.’
But he got out and retrieved it for her. ‘Until the party, then, but I’ll give you this should you need to get in touch in the meantime.’ He fished a business card out of his pocket and handed it to her.
She didn’t even glance at it. ‘I won’t.’
‘You’re very proud, Caiti,’ he said softly. ‘Takes me right back to when we first met—remember?’ He waited for a moment as her eyes changed beneath
