two of them ending up in a slanging match, over something of which they had absolutely no control, was ridiculous.
‘Not completely,’ she assured Logan.
The two women might have eaten cream cakes together like giggling schoolgirls, Darcy might have accepted that Margaret Fraser did genuinely love Darcy’s father, but that did not mean she wasn’t quite capable of knowing the other woman had her faults, that she was far from perfect. Or did he think that, as his mother, Margaret Fraser should be? It wasn’t a very realistic view if he did believe that. Even Darcy, who absolutely worshipped her father, didn’t expect him to be infallible.
Logan gave an impatient shake of his head. ‘I can’t believe you let her fool you,’ he said almost angrily.
Darcy leaned forward over the table. ‘Logan, what I did or didn’t think of your mother is not important,’ she told him softly. ‘It isn’t my opinion that counts,’ she reasoned, having come to that conclusion all too painfully herself over the last few days.
He didn’t look convinced. ‘Don’t tell me, your father, even though she’s broken their engagement, still thinks she’s wonderful!’
‘My father,’ she began slowly, ‘is far from the stupid man you take him to be.’ And far from the besotted widower she had believed him to be, too!
She and her father had talked long into the night after Darcy had accompanied Margaret Fraser back to her apartment, and Darcy was utterly sure now that he knew exactly what he was doing, that he loved the other woman in spite of her faults. As the actress obviously loved him in return.
She moistened dry lips, swallowing hard before she began speaking, aware even now that, at almost twelve o’clock, her father should really have returned to the kitchen by now, that he was deliberately allowing her this time alone with Logan. ‘Logan, the engagement is very much back on,’ she informed him gently. ‘In fact, the two of them are going to be married—’
‘You can’t be serious!’ he cut in incredulously.
‘Perfectly,’ Darcy affirmed.
He gave a disgusted snort. ‘That is not a word I ever associate with my mother!’
Darcy sighed, wishing there were some way she could help alleviate the pain he had known in the past that had caused him to feel this way about his mother. But at the same time knowing, as Margaret Fraser did herself, that until Logan was receptive to what she wanted to say to him concerning the past, that she, and Darcy, would be wasting their breath.
‘Nevertheless, the two of them are going to be married,’ she continued determinedly.
His gaze was glacial now. ‘I hope you aren’t expecting me to offer them my congratulations?’
She shook her head sadly. ‘I think that might be expecting a bit much,’ she conceded.
‘But no doubt you’ve given them yours’,’ he guessed. ‘And—don’t tell me—you’re going to be a bridesmaid!’ he scorned.
Darcy drew in a quick breath. ‘Logan, has no one ever told you that bitterness is simply a form of selfdestruction? That—’
‘I believe I have already made my views on your amateur psychology more than plain,’ he cut in coldly.
‘Oh, yes, Logan, you can be assured you’ve made your views on several subjects more than plain!’ She was becoming angry herself now. ‘But it just so happens you aren’t a primary player in this particular situation. As I’m not.’ Something she had learnt all too painfully over the last couple of days! ‘So, like mine, your opinion is not of particular importance to either your mother or my father.’
‘In other words, our parents are going to marry each other, with or without our blessing,’ Logan acknowledged hardly.
Darcy nodded. ‘But they would obviously rather it was with.’ She looked at Logan expectantly.
He remained impassive. ‘You might feel prepared to play happy families, Darcy,’ he told her. ‘But I am not.’
She looked across at him with narrowed eyes, her frustration with this situation rapidly rising. ‘Meaning?’
‘Meaning they will have to get married without my blessing. In fact, as I have no intention of attending the wedding, they will have to get married without my being present at all!’
He was so obstinate, so stubborn, so uncompromising! What was it really going to cost him to be present at his own mother’s wedding? Nothing as far as she could see. Unless he considered his own personal pride more important than wishing the older couple well?
Nevertheless, she tried one last time to reach him. ‘Logan, you’re being unreasonable—’
The loud slamming down of his empty mug interrupted her, Logan’s own expression one of fury now. ‘I don’t see what’s in the least unreasonable about it. I certainly wasn’t present at my mother’s first wedding—’
‘You weren’t even born!’ At least, she presumed he wasn’t…?
‘Correct,’ he confirmed icily. ‘But I was very much alive when her second marriage took place, and, as she and Malcolm sneaked off to be married and told the family about it afterwards, I didn’t attend that one either. I see absolutely no reason to break the habit of a lifetime!’
Darcy stood up, two spots of angry colour in her otherwise pale cheeks. ‘You’re not twelve years old now, Logan.’
He remained in his seat. ‘No matter how old I was, my answer would still be the same.’
Darcy breathed hard in her frustrated anger towards this man. ‘Logan, Meg and my father have asked me to be one of their witnesses at the wedding—’
‘How nice for you!’
‘They would like it very much if you would agree to be the other one!’ she burst out.
‘In their dreams!’ Logan remained unmoved.
‘I—you—’
Logan leant back in his chair, a half-smile curving his lips. ‘So now you can report back to both of them that their little ploy in getting you to be the one to ask me didn’t work,’ he told her contemptuously.
Darcy saw red at that. Neither her father nor Margaret Fraser had so much as suggested she should do that—she had done it because she’d thought Logan might have been less insulting in his answer to her than he would either of them. She had been wrong!
‘You are the most unforgiving, pigheaded man I have ever had the misfortune to meet!’ Her voice shook with rage, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.
Again, Logan looked unmoved by her outburst. ‘And you, my dear Darcy, are the most naively gullible young lady I have ever met,’ he returned with insulting coolness.
She didn’t think, didn’t reason, reacted purely on instinct, which told her to pick up the bowl of recently whisked egg-whites—and put it over the top of Logan’s head!
Then, as he slowly removed the bowl and
