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      ‘I understand.’ She stopped him with a tiny wave of her hand as she spoke through stiff lips. ‘And he bore all this alone; he didn’t say a word to anyone.’

      ‘He’s a businessman, Katie.’ She wasn’t aware that he had spoken her name as her mind struggled to comprehend what he had told her. Their beautiful home that had been in her father’s family for generations... The loss of that alone would kill him, she knew it. ‘He has to make decisions that are sometimes difficult—’

      ‘He’s my father.’ She raised her head to stare at him, her eyes drowning in the whiteness of her face. ‘He should have been able to talk about it with me. What else are families for if not to share the hard times? If he could have told me, trusted me, he might not be in hospital now connected to a mass of wires and tubes—’

      She wasn’t aware that her voice had risen into a shrill shriek, but when the outer door burst open and the secretary rushed in she was conscious of a stinging slap across her face as Carlton Reef pulled her back from hysteria before lifting her body into his arms and signalling for the woman to leave with a sharp movement of his head.

      ‘It’s all right; shush now, shush...’ He was sitting in the chair she had been occupying with her cradled on his lap as she moaned her anguish out loud, the hopelessness of endless years of trying to win her father’s love and approval culminating in the devastating knowledge that he could have died and she wouldn’t have known why. He hadn’t wanted her, hadn’t reached out, hadn’t needed even a word of comfort from the daughter he seemed to despise so much.

      ‘Why didn’t he tell me?’ she asked again, her head buried in the folds of his jacket. ‘He should have told me.’

      ‘He didn’t want to worry you,’ Carlton said comfortingly, somewhere over her head. ‘That’s natural in a father.’

      ‘No.’ She struggled away from him as she desperately tried to compose herself, suddenly horrified at the position she had put herself in. There was nothing natural about her father but she couldn’t tell this man that—he wouldn’t understand. She had never known her father share the smallest thing with her, never felt a fatherly hug, never had anyone to dry her tears as all her friends had. ‘You wouldn’t understand,’ she said weakly. ‘I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have come. I didn’t know—’

      ‘Look, sit down and have your coffee.’ He had risen as she had moved away and now took her arm gently, pushing her back down in the seat as he passed a cup to her. ‘Drink that and then I’ll run you home. It’s been a tremendous shock for you.’

      ‘I don’t want it.’ She stood up again and faced him, her face drawn and pale. ‘And I’ll make my own way home, Mr Reef.’ She felt as if she could die of embarrassment at the ridiculous picture she made. Here she was, in the very centre of the hive that made up London’s busy business world, behaving like some brainless schoolgirl. What on earth was he thinking and why, oh, why, had she come? She must have been mad, quite mad, but she hadn’t been thinking straight. In fact, she hadn’t been thinking at all!

      She bit her lower lip hard. She’d made a bad situation well nigh impossible. ‘I’m sorry about all this,’ she said stiffly to the hard, handsome face watching her so intently. ‘I thought that if I came to see you and explained that my father was ill you would be able to wait a few days, that things could be sorted...’ Her voice trailed away at the expression on his face. If cynical mockery could go hand in hand with reluctant sympathy then that was what she was seeing.

      ‘And instead you found the very roof over your head was threatened,’ he intervened softly. ‘I do understand your predicament, Miss White. I’m not quite such an ogre as you seem to think.’

      ‘No?’ She faced him square-an now, a combination of shock and crucifyingly painful hurt making her speak her mind in a way she would never have done normally. ‘Well, as you’ve pointed out, our worlds are very different, Mr Reef, and your standards and those of my father are not mine. The lust for power and wealth that masquerades as ambition is not for me.’

      ‘I see.’ His face had closed against her as she had spoken and now his mouth was grim. ‘But, unless I am very much mistaken, you have enjoyed the benefits of this world that you seem to despise so much for a good many years without your conscience being too troubled?’ His eyebrows rose mockingly. ‘Or perhaps you live in a little wooden hut at the end of your father’s property and indulge in hair-shirts and a monastic form of life?’

      ‘Of course I don’t.’ Amazingly the confrontation was making her feel better, quelling the panic and fear that had gripped her since he had told her of their changed circumstances as fierce anger at his mockery left no room for any other emotion. ‘And I am grateful to my father for all he’s done for me—my education, our home, all the “benefits” you could no doubt list as well as I could. But—’ she raised her chin and the large, clear hazel eyes that stared into his were steady ‘—I can manage without them without it being the end of the world. I don’t need them in the same way that you do, Mr Reef.’

      ‘Don’t you indeed?’ His face was dark with an emotion she’d rather not dwell on now, and he crossed his arms as he leant back against the window, almost as though he needed to keep them anchored to his body rather than round her neck, she reflected silently. ‘And how do you know what I need, Miss White? To my knowledge we have never - met before today.’

      ‘I know your type.’

      ‘My “type”?’ be barked angrily. ‘My—’ He broke off as he fought visibly for control before taking a deep breath and laughing harshly, the sound grating in the quiet air. ‘You really do take the biscuit! You barge your way in here, flinging insults around as though they were confetti and then accuse me—’

      He broke off again and shook his head before turning from her so that his hard features were in profile. ‘You’ve had a bad day and I would guess that it’s going to get worse. Let’s leave it at that, and despite the low opinion you obviously have of me, I would not dream of letting you find your own way home after the news I’ve just given you. The car will be outside now. Shall we?’

      He turned and extended his hand to the door. She remained staring at him for one long moment before she moved forward. He was angry, very angry; that much she could see and she really couldn’t take on any more now. It was simpler to accept this favour, however much it grated.

      ‘Mr Reef?’ His secretary’s voice held a note of panic as he walked with Katie through the outer office, shrugging his big grey overcoat over his shoulders as he did so. ‘You haven’t forgotten the management meeting you called earlier? They’re already assembling in the small boardroom—’

      ‘Cancel it.’ Her employer turned at the door to fix her with that cool gaze. ’Re-schedule for two this afternoon.’

      ‘Is there a number where you can be reached?’

      ‘No—’ he was already shutting the door as he replied to the slightly dazed voice ‘—but I won’t be long.’

      ‘You don’t have to do this.’ As the silent lift sped swiftly downwards she ventured a glance at him through her eyelashes and then wished she hadn’t. He looked mad—more than mad, she thought weakly, and she hadn’t fully realised just how big and powerful that tall, lean body was until the close confines of the lift had emphasised it so threateningly. And his aftershave was gorgeous...

      What was she doing, thinking such things at a time like this? she asked herself faintly, and about a man like him, too—the sort that populated her father’s world in droves and the kind she had always abhorred. She was in shock. She leant limply against the wall of the lift and took a long, silent breath. That was it. That had to be it. Either that or she’d lost it completely.

      He had ignored her hesitant voice as though he hadn’t heard it but now the cold grey eyes pierced her, the expression in them anything but friendly. ‘You aren’t going to faint on me, are you,’ he asked grimly, ‘on top of everything else?’

      ‘No,

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