LITMIR.BIZ

Скачать книгу

in that direction,’ she said.

      ‘Leonie?’ He laughed, shaking his head. ‘She’d no more want to marry me than I would her. We’re too much alike.’

      ‘Opposites attract, similarities endure,’ she murmured.

      ‘Sometimes, not always.’

      ‘So what would you consider ideal wife material? Someone who’d hang on your every word and worship the ground you walked on?’

      The scorn made little impression. ‘Sounds pretty close.’

      ‘You’re about fifty years too late then.’

      ‘So it seems.’ Zac shook his head again, this time in mock despair. ‘I might have to settle for less than the best in the end.’

      ‘Whoever you did marry would have my heartfelt sympathy!’ It was weak, but the best she could come up with.

      ‘I’ll pass the message on, if and when,’ he said. ‘To get back to the lesser proposal, if you won’t take money, how about that job? Obviously it wouldn’t be with Prescotts, but I have plenty of contacts.’

      Jessica curled a lip. ‘Don’t bother. I’ll be doing it for one reason and one reason only, and that’s to save your grandfather from knowing what a liar you are!’

      ‘Thanks.’ Zac neither sounded nor looked in any way discomposed by the censure. ‘So we’d better get down to discussing detail. I’ve worked out a potted history for you. All you have to do is memorise it.’

      ‘Taking it for granted I was going to say yes?’

      The grey eyes remained steady. ‘You can learn a lot about someone in a very short time in bed.’

      Jessica felt the contraction deep in the pit of her stomach, the sudden wave of heat through her body. ‘You know nothing about me!’ she exclaimed furiously, colouring afresh at the memory of those exploring hands. ‘Nothing intrinsic, at any rate. I can still back out. What would you do then?’

      ‘I’d be sunk,’ he admitted. ‘But you won’t back out.’

      He was right, she conceded with reluctance. However much she might deplore the situation, she’d committed herself.

      ‘It will be easier if I use my own background,’ she said, with no intention of relinquishing at least that much control.

      ‘No reason why not,’ he agreed after a moment’s consideration. ‘Probably easier for me too, in fact. I’ll need a few more details though.’

      ‘I think you’d better fill me in on a few details first. Where exactly is your grandfather, to start with?’

      ‘Dorset. Near Lyme Regis. They moved down there when he retired.’

      Jessica looked at him sharply. ‘They?’

      ‘He and my grandmother.’ Zac raised a querying eyebrow. ‘Does it make a difference?’

      ‘It means deceiving two people instead of one—unless you plan on telling your grandmother the truth.’

      ‘I think she might have enough on her plate for the time being, don’t you?’

      Jessica had to agree with that too. The arrival of a waiter to exchange the unfinished desserts for coffee gave her a much needed break. She took hers strong and black in an attempt to clear her mind.

      ‘You said you only heard the news this morning?’ she queried when they were alone again.

      Zac nodded. ‘Grandmother told me when I rang to say I wouldn’t be able to make it this weekend.’

      ‘The news must have been a real shock.’

      A shadow passed over the incisive features. ‘Very much so. I knew he was on medication for angina, and, at eighty, I suppose it was on the cards that he might not have all that long, but I just didn’t expect it this soon.’

      He briskened his tone, emotions under firm control again. ‘I haven’t given them a name as yet, so your own will do.’

      Jessica held back the acrid comment. ‘How long are we supposed to have known one another?’

      ‘A couple of weeks or so.’

      ‘Obviously love at first sight!’

      The satire lit a spark in his eyes. ‘It happens to others, why not to me?’

      ‘You’re hardly the type.’

      ‘I’m no out-and-out romantic, I agree, but I’m not quite as case-hardened as you seem to think.’

      ‘I’ll take your word for it. I already told you as much of my background as you really need to know about for now,’ Jessica went on purposefully, caught up, despite her disquietude, in the concoction. ‘Where did we meet?’

      Zac gave a brief shrug. ‘At a party?’

      ‘You’ve really thought this through, haven’t you?’ she gibed.

      ‘Not to any great extent,’ he admitted. He studied her for a moment, expression undecipherable. ‘You’re being very…cooperative.’

      ‘For your grandfather’s sake, not yours. One thing we should have clear,’ she added, arming herself against any intruding images, ‘there’ll be no physical contact between us.’

      The spark was lit once more. ‘It’s hardly going to be convincing if I’m banned from even putting an arm around you.’

      ‘No more than strictly necessary then.’

      ‘Who is it you mistrust the most?’ he asked softly. ‘Me—or yourself?’

      Both equally, if she were honest, Jessica could have told him. However she might feel about his behaviour in this particular matter, there was no getting away from her physical responses.

      She met his gaze with what she hoped was a suitably scathing expression. ‘Modesty not exactly your strong point, is it?’

      ‘Attack the best means of defence?’ he countered. ‘Why do some women find it necessary to deny their natural leanings? It isn’t essential to be in love to get pleasure from love-making. I’d have thought last night would have proved that to you.’

      ‘We were hardly together long enough to prove anything,’ Jessica retorted, knowing even as she said it that she was fighting a losing battle. ‘When exactly do you plan on seeing your grandfather?’ she asked, thrusting the thought aside.

      ‘As soon as possible. If we can’t get a scheduled flight tomorrow, I’ll book a charter. We’ll be going straight down to the house, which means an overnight stay. Separate rooms, so you’ll be safe enough. Grandmother would have it no other way.’

      Neither, it was on the tip of Jessica’s tongue to retort, would she. She refrained because it was more dignified to ignore the comment. ‘What about the rest of your family? Will they be there too?’

      ‘What’s left of it. My father and his brother were killed together in a car crash seven years ago.’ The statement was matter-of-fact.

      ‘I’m sorry,’ Jessica proffered. ‘It must have been hard.’

      ‘It was.’ Zac glanced at the thin gold watch encircling one lean wrist, face revealing little. ‘More coffee, or shall we make tracks?’

      It was coming up to midnight, Jessica saw from her own watch. Looking back over the evening, she could still hardly believe what she’d agreed to do. Leonie would consider her a total idiot for getting involved in such a scheme. She wouldn’t be far wrong either.

      ‘I’m ready to go,’ she said. ‘I hadn’t realised it was so late.’

      His smile had a sardonic edge. ‘Time flies when you’re having fun.’

      It was

Скачать книгу