sharp edge of her tongue, but it was a lesson she had learnt the hard way during long summer holidays with her aunt’s family when she was a child. If anything, her aunt had become sharper over the years, not mellowed! And she didn’t have her cousin Arlette to act as a buffer between her aunt’s impatience with her impetuosity this time either, Arlette being away in Germany at the moment.
‘Er–I don’t have a key to get in,’ Sophie muttered reluctantly into the mouthpiece of the telephone, her mind racing all the time as she wondered exactly what she was going to do about the man sitting inside the car, impatience emanating from him now at the delay.
But her panic concerning him was of a different kind now, for she no longer feared his motives in stopping; this man certainly wasn’t about to attempt to rape or murder her. However, he did have a power over her life that——
‘Well, really!’ her aunt said incredulously. ‘You really are the limit, Sophie. I would have thought you would have matured the last few years, given all that’s happened to you, but I can see from your behaviour tonight that you’re just as irresponsible as you ever were! I should never——’
‘You’ll wait up for me,’ Sophie feigned gratitude for the non-existent offer, at the same time wondering why it was that these things did happen to her.
She had gone out tonight to meet Ally in all innocence, had looked forward to seeing her old childhood friend, and because of that her plans for the next week could now all be lost. And she had needed that week. Hell! It was all Brian Burnett’s fault. This would teach her to wonder if she still had the crush on him that she had at thirteen. Three years older than Ally, Arlette, and herself, he had seemed like a god all those years ago. He was a god that had matured to have feet of clay. He—— She frowned as she saw another car coming, in the opposite direction this time, headlights blazing in the darkness.
‘I’ll see you soon, Aunt Millie,’ she added quickly, ending the call before her aunt could protest at the suggestion.
She had no doubt her aunt was going to be furious when she did get back, but one awkward situation at a time; she had Maximilian Grant to deal with first! How to get herself out of this situation, she just didn’t know. Once he realised who she was…
‘Now get in the car,’ he instructed tersely as she handed him the portable phone, revving the engine of the car in preparation of leaving.
She hadn’t been able to see who he was in the darkness; she would have recognised him instantly if it had been daylight–his harsh good looks, blond hair shot through with silver, ice-cold blue eyes, photographed often in the newspapers. But now that she knew he was Maximilian Grant she felt even less inclined to get in the car with him! If she hadn’t been able to see him well enough to recognise him, maybe if she could evade spending any more time in his company he wouldn’t recognise her when he saw her again either. When. Because they would meet again. And in very different circumstances. If only——
The car that had fast been approaching from the opposite direction suddenly dazzled her with its headlights. Oh, God, so much for her being in the darkness and so unrecognisable; her hair now, she knew, would appear like a red flame in the bright lights. Completely distinctive. Unforgettable. The other car was stopping too now; not one ‘gallant knight’ wanting to help a ‘lady in distress’, but two! But she couldn’t see this second driver any better than she had Maximilian Grant, could just make out a bulky outline seated behind the wheel of the car.
‘Sophie, I’m sorry.’ But she recognised the male voice only too well this time. Brian! He had come back for her after all. ‘I behaved like a fool before.’ He had switched off the engine of his car, got out of the car, and was crossing the road towards her now. ‘I got all the way home before I realised how stupidly I had——’
‘It doesn’t matter,’ she cut in hastily, moving forward to grasp hold of his arm and stop him before he could reach the side of Maximilian Grant’s car. ‘What matters is that you’re here now. Get back in your car and I’ll join you in a minute. I just have to thank this kind gentleman for stopping, and then I’ll be right with you.’ She had turned Brian in the direction of his car as she spoke, pushing him towards it now.
And he didn’t want to be pushed! ‘But——’
‘Wait in the car, Brian,’ she instructed tautly, anxious the two men shouldn’t meet. Then it would be all over for her.
‘But–but——’ Again he did a good impression of a stalled engine.
‘I said wait in the car, Brian.’ Her near-desperation was barely controlled this time.
‘All right, all right!’ He shrugged off her hands, as if he didn’t know what all the fuss was about anyway. ‘God, I only came back to apologise,’ he could be heard muttering as he returned to his car. ‘Women!’ he added disgustedly as he climbed in behind the wheel, slamming the door behind him.
He had better not drive off again now! Because if he did, the next time she saw him she would strangle him, Ally’s brother or not!
‘Your lover appears to be still somewhat irate,’ Maximilian Grant drawled mockingly from the interior of his car. ‘Are you sure you want to go with him?’
The arrogant——! ‘Brian isn’t my lover,’ she told him indignantly–and then wondered why she was bothering. She was just prolonging the conversation, and increasing the possibility of recognition when they met again; she should just have thanked him politely for stopping, and made a dignified exit.
He was looking up at her in the darkness now; she could almost feel that penetrating gaze on her. No wonder he was so successful in business, if the power in his eyes could be felt under these circumstances; it must be quite wilting for business associates to feel the full force of those icy blue eyes upon them.
‘No?’ he drawled sceptically in reply to her claim. ‘I gathered from the conversation between the two of you just now that your walking alone along this road at this time of the night is the result of a lovers’ tiff,’ he added harshly, having continued determinedly on when Sophie opened her mouth to protest once again at this description of Brian’s role in her life; she hadn’t even seen Brian for years until tonight–that had been partly why his behaviour earlier had so outraged her! ‘I would give serious thought,’ Maximilian Grant told her grimly, ‘as to whether or not you want to continue a relationship with a man who threw you out of his car in the middle of nowhere at half-past twelve at night!’
Sophie gasped indignantly. ‘He didn’t throw me out, I made him stop the car and let me out! And if I hadn’t been defending——’ She broke off with a self-consciously indrawn breath as she realised what she had been about to say.
‘Nevertheless, one presumes he gave you reason for such an action, and the result was totally irresponsible–on the part of both of you, it would seem,’ Maximilian Grant rasped critically.
She winced at his use of the word ‘irresponsible’. The last thing she wanted this man to think her was irresponsible.
‘You could have lost a lot more than your “honour” wandering around deserted roads this time of night,’ he warned impatiently, showing her immediately that he had drawn his own conclusions about what she had been about to claim she was defending earlier. And as it happened he was completely wrong; she would have had no trouble ‘defending her honour’ with Brian, and certainly wouldn’t have ended up walking back because of it! ‘I would suggest that in future, you choose your friends a little more carefully,’ he added harshly.
