The Helen Bianchin Collection - HELEN BIANCHIN

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doubt that you do,’ Miguel denied silkily. ‘Verbal abuse is difficult to prove without an independent witness. So is slander.’ His expression hardened. ‘However, these prints and the report prove Camille’s intent to defame.’

      ‘You intend to confront her?’

      ‘Not personally.’ His voice was clipped, he was watching her expressive features. ‘In the only way she will understand.’

      ‘Legal action?’

      ‘Yes.’

      There was a ruthlessness apparent that boded ill for anyone daring to cross him, and Hannah shivered, caught up in a mix of complex emotions.

      He wanted it done. Camille and her obsessive behaviour out of their lives. As to Luc… It would be as well if he never caught sight of him again. To do so would incite the possibility of physical assault, he decided grimly.

      Hannah took in a deep breath, then released it. ‘What do you want me to do?’

      ‘Nothing. Absolutely nothing, do you understand? We must wait for her next move.’ His gaze speared hers, dark and incredibly formidable. ‘No heroics, Hannah. Rodney Spears will be close at all times.’

      Miguel reached forward and caught hold of her shoulders, sliding his hands down her back as he pressed her body close in against his own. He angled his head and nuzzled her earlobe, then feathered a trail of kisses down the edge of her neck. ‘Miss me?’

      Dear heaven, yes. She didn’t like sleeping alone in their bed. She’d turn over in her sleep, subconsciously searching for the warmth of his body, seeking the touch of his hands, the reassuring brush of his lips…only to discover a cool empty space.

      ‘Uh-huh.’ His mouth was playing havoc with her senses. The blood sang in her veins, heating all the pleasure pulses and creating a fast-pacing tempo that demanded more, much more than the touch of his lips.

      Hannah gave a faint gasp as an arm skimmed beneath her knees and Miguel lifted her against his chest. Her eyes were almost on a level with his own as he carried her into the foyer and began ascending the stairs.

      She saw the passion smouldering in those dark depths and felt the thrill of anticipated pleasure as he gained the gallery and strode towards their bedroom.

      When he lowered her down to her feet she simply wound her arms round his neck and brought his mouth down to her own.

      She was hardly aware of him divesting her of her clothes, or that her fingers dispensed with shirt buttons, took care of his belt and the zip on his trousers.

      There was only the need to feel skin on skin, the ecstasy of their joined bodies moving in perfect harmony as they created the ultimate pleasure.

      Something they sought and achieved again in the early dawn hours before sleep claimed them for a brief hour.

      The need to rise and face the new day saw them shower, dress, share breakfast and depart the house in separate cars en route to their respective places of business.

       CHAPTER EIGHT

      HOW long would it take Camille to stage her confrontation?

      It had to be today, Hannah estimated, for if the Frenchwoman had gone to such pains to discover Miguel’s plans, she’d be aware he was due to return home tonight.

      Anticipating the time and place made her edgy, and by midday she was fast becoming a nervous wreck. It made sense that Camille would choose a time when Hannah was alone, which meant the hour Elaine went on lunch break, or immediately afterwards when Hannah visited the café.

      Knowing Rodney Spears remained unobtrusively on duty provided reassurance.

      Hannah checked her watch, and indicated Elaine should go to lunch, during which the phone rang three times, three clients called in to collect orders, two people opted to browse, and Camille was a no-show.

      The nervous tension mounted with every passing minute as she ordered a Caesar salad and carrot juice at the café counter, paid, then selected one of three empty tables and took a seat.

      The salad was delectable, she knew, because she frequently ordered the dish. However, today she could have been eating chalk, and her appetite was nonexistent.

      Hannah sat there for more than half an hour, then she ordered bottled water and slowly sipped it over the next fifteen minutes. Camille was nowhere to be seen.

      At ten to two, Hannah walked out onto the street, visited a nearby newsagent and selected a card to send to Cindy, then she retraced her steps to the boutique.

      Elaine left at four, and an hour later Hannah checked the locks, set the alarm, closed up and walked to the car park.

      She slid into the Porsche and closed the door, inserted the key into the ignition, then gasped in shocked surprise as the door opened from the outside.

      Camille leant forward and dropped a large envelope onto her lap. ‘I thought you should have these.’ She stood back and prepared to close the door. ‘By the way, Perth was fun, darling.’

      Where had she come from? Hannah questioned silently. Then she heard the sound of an engine, and she turned to see Camille behind the wheel of a car as it moved quickly towards the exit.

      Seconds later Rodney Spears appeared out of nowhere. ‘Are you okay?’

      ‘I’m fine.’

      He didn’t appear convinced. ‘I’ll report in to Mr Santanas.’

      Hannah tried for a smile, and almost made it.

      Rodney Spears had already hit the rapid dial key and was talking into the phone. ‘The perpetrator dropped off a package. One minute contact. Yes, your wife is fine. I’ll follow her home.’ He cut the connection. ‘Are you okay to go now, ma’am?’

      She was about as okay as she would ever be. ‘Sure.’ Seconds later she cleared the exit and joined the line of cars crawling along Toorak Road.

      Perth? Why had Camille mentioned Perth?

      It took several minutes to reach the turn-off, and she moved freely through various residential streets before entering her own.

      Miguel’s Jaguar was parked outside the front door, and she drew the Porsche to a halt behind it.

      No sooner had she entered the foyer than he was there, tall and brooding, his eyes compellingly dark as he raked her petite frame.

      His gaze shifted to the large envelope in her hand, and he took it from her, then he cupped her chin and kissed her, hard.

      ‘Let’s take this into the study.’ Miguel caught hold of her hand and led the way. ‘I think we could both do with a drink.’

      And then some, Hannah echoed silently as she entered the large book-lined room, watching as he opened a bottle of chilled white wine and filled two goblets with the golden liquid.

      She accepted one and took a long sip of the contents as he leaned one hip against the desk.

      Hannah indicated the envelope. ‘Aren’t you going to open that?’

      ‘In a minute. First, there’s something you need to know.’

      She held his gaze, then said slowly, ‘I don’t think I want to hear this.’

      ‘Camille apparently discovered I would be in Perth, and she not only caught an earlier flight, she also booked into the same hotel.’

      He caught the fleeting stricken look before she successfully controlled it, and he felt moved to violence at the lengths Camille was prepared to go to wreak destruction.

      ‘Don’t tell me,’ Hannah said bitterly. ‘Not only does that envelope contain doctored photographs we’ve already seen, but shots taken of the

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