I didn’t exactly—’
‘Are you saying you don’t have a poor opinion of me?’
‘Well, it improved when you took the trouble to drive down here for Mark’s sake. Although it takes a dive at your way of moving people around like pieces on your own private chessboard.’
‘Do I do that? Well, maybe sometimes.’
‘You know quite well that you do.’
‘Miss Wharton—’ he began in a patient voice, but she stopped him.
‘What did you say?’
‘Nothing.’
‘You did, you called me something.’
‘I called you Miss Wharton.’
‘But why?’
‘I thought it was your name.’
‘But why aren’t you calling me Evie?’
‘Because you haven’t given me your permission.’
She tore her hair. ‘I gave it to Mark.’
‘Yes, to Mark. Not to me.’
He was serious, she realised. Was it possible for a modern man to be so old-fashioned? Against her will she realised that there was something charming about it.
‘Why are you smiling?’ he asked suspiciously.
‘It’s nothing.’ It wouldn’t do to tell him she found him charming. He would hate it. ‘Call me Evie. And look, you can stay for a short time, but I’ll have to ask you to leave without warning. I’m expecting someone.’
‘Andrew?’
‘Yes, not that it’s any of your business.’
‘When’s he coming?’
‘I’m not sure, but when I know he’s on his way you really do have to go. He and I have a lot of ground to make up.’
‘You mean because of the other evening?’
‘Among other things.’
‘But surely you made it up when he called you?’
She made a face. ‘That wasn’t him. It was someone trying to sell me insurance.’
A tremor passed over his face as he tried to suppress his grin and didn’t quite manage it.
‘Oh, go on, laugh,’ she said. ‘The poor man who called me didn’t think it was so funny when I’d finished giving him a piece of my mind.’
‘Having been on the receiving end of a piece of your mind, he has my sympathy.’
‘Well, I apologised to him in the end.’
‘Did Andrew ever call you?’
‘I called him. Same thing.’
He didn’t comment on this, but asked thoughtfully, ‘Are you in love with him?’
She drew a sharp breath. ‘That is none of your business.’
‘I suppose not, but I’ve asked it now, so why not tell me? Either you love him or you’re not sure, and the reason you dump him so easily is because you’re actually trying to tell him to get lost.’
Since Andrew himself had said something of the kind she was briefly at a loss for words. She decided that she preferred Justin Dane when she could regard him with outright hostility, simple and uncomplicated.
‘Yes, I am in love with Andrew,’ she said firmly.
He was silent for a moment. ‘I see,’ he said at last. ‘So you want us to leave tomorrow?’
‘I didn’t say that.’
‘But if he finds me here he might think you’re playing around. Yes, I know, you’ll tell him the truth, but will he believe you?’
‘Of course. We trust each other completely. And he won’t turn up without warning, he’ll call me first.’
‘He might do it differently this time.’
‘Not Andrew.’
‘Solid and reliable?’
‘Yes.’
‘Doesn’t that make life a bit repetitive?’
She regarded him with smouldering eyes. It was simply unforgivable that he should echo her own thoughts. Her own previous thoughts, she corrected hastily, dating from before she’d realised how foolish she would be to lose him.
‘I will not discuss Andrew with you,’ she said.
‘You know, I think that’s probably a very wise decision.’
They eyed each other and she realised that her previous impression had been correct. He really could be charming.
‘I was very impressed by your domestic skills,’ she said. ‘All that cooking and bed-making. Your mother did a really good job on you.’
He didn’t answer, and when she looked at him she found him staring into the distance.
‘Hey, I was just paying a compliment to your mother.’
‘No need. I never knew her.’
‘You mean she died early?’
‘Something like that. I’m going to pack up for the night now.’ He began switching off his computer.
‘Did I say something wrong?’ she asked, puzzled at the way he had suddenly closed a door on her in a manner that was uncannily similar to his son’s.
‘Not at all.’
‘Did I offend you, mentioning your mother?’
‘Of course not. There, everything’s switched off. By the way, I think it’s stopped raining.’
‘Of course. What did I tell you?’
He regarded her for a moment, taking in the impish gleam in her eyes, and unable to stop smiling at her.
‘Any minute now you’ll almost have me believing that you cast a magic spell,’ he said.
‘Maybe I did. I think I’ll just leave you to wonder about that. By the way, what about swimming trunks? I mean, if you weren’t expecting to stay—’
‘We do have them. I thought I might, just possibly, prevail on you.’
‘Hogwash!’ she said sternly.
