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prepared to take on Niamh and convince him he needs that particular destiny like a hole in the head.

      ‘To do that, you’d need to be either very brave or very reckless. And while you certainly don’t lack the second trait, you may not come off unscathed again. Not a third time.’

      ‘A third?’

      ‘Why, yes,’ he said. ‘The first was the night at my hotel when you let the taxi I’d ordered leave without you.’ He added unsmilingly, ‘Or had you forgotten that small but important detail?’

      The silence stretched between them as Alanna tried to think of something to say. And failed.

      As if she had spoken, Zandor nodded. ‘What I need to know is—why? Or are you going to use the champagne as your excuse again?’

      The words bit at her. She made herself meet his gaze. ‘No—although I’ve never drunk very much alcohol.’

       Perhaps because I’ve seen where it can lead...

      She went on, ‘Perhaps I was simply—curious. I’d come to realise I was something of an anomaly in this day and age and maybe I wanted to—know what I was missing.’

      ‘And, on a whim, chose me for this daring experiment?’ His voice was harsh. ‘Please don’t expect me to be grateful.’

      ‘I don’t.’ She stumbled on. ‘I—I soon realised I’d committed a terrible—an unforgivable error. That it was the last thing I wanted to happen. I—I couldn’t face you—afterwards—so I—left.’

      His eyes were as bleak as winter. ‘It didn’t occur to you to tell me much earlier—maybe when it started—that you’d changed your mind? That you wanted it all to stop?’

      ‘Oh, sure,’ she said bitterly. ‘And you’ve have accepted that. Patted me on the head and said “That’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” I read about cases like that all the time in the papers.’

      ‘Of course,’ he said, with equal bitterness. ‘And it was somehow simpler to include me with all the brainless louts who won’t take no for an answer.’

      She swallowed. ‘Zan...’

      ‘No,’ he said almost violently. ‘You don’t call me that. Not now. Not ever again.’

      ‘I don’t understand...’

      ‘You don’t have to. Just believe that it’s—safer.’ Shaken, Alanna watched him draw a deep breath. Regain his control.

      When he spoke again, his tone was dry. ‘After all, you might make another mistake and use it in front of Gerard. Make him—wonder just how well-acquainted we really are.’ He paused. ‘Unless, that is, you’ve already told him.’

      ‘No,’ she said, still on edge. ‘Why would I want to admit that I’m damaged goods?’

      She saw his mouth tighten and braced herself. But all he said was, ‘Why indeed?’

      He became brisk. ‘Now it’s time you went back to the abbey before my grandmother thinks of any other little tasks to keep Gerard occupied and out of reach for the rest of the day.

      ‘If you turn right by those boulders, you’ll find an easy track that will take you almost straight to the stables—unless you decide on another gallop.’

      He unhitched Dolly and led her over.

      ‘But don’t hope for too much,’ he went on as Alanna mounted and settled herself in the saddle, trying not to wince. ‘Whether you’re damaged goods or pure as the driven snow, it makes no difference. He’s still not for you.’

      ‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘I’ll decide that for myself.’

      ‘Which,’ he said softly, ‘could be another terrible mistake. You seem prone to them.’

      He untied his own horse and swung himself lithely into the saddle.

      She said sharply, ‘I can find my own way. You don’t need to accompany me.’

      ‘I wouldn’t dream of it,’ he returned. ‘I’m merely going to retrieve the expensive hat you abandoned earlier.’ He paused. ‘Unless, of course, you want to give my grandmother additional ammunition.’

      He gave her a mocking salute and rode off.

      She watched him go, then slowly turned Dolly for home, grateful that the mare seemed happy to resume her usual staid pace.

      But even more thankful, she thought, that Zandor would never know the truth.

      And felt the tears she dared not shed burn like acid in her throat.

       CHAPTER FIVE

      THE RETURN TO the abbey was more of an amble than a ride. Dolly clearly would have known the way blindfold and Alanna, struggling to subdue her inner turmoil, was content, even grateful, to let the mare take charge, and allow her to think.

      The important—the only—thing was, had Zandor believed her? Had their previous encounter now been dealt with and laid to rest?

      And as she reviewed endlessly everything that had been said, she could start to believe that it had. That it was finally finished. And for that she had to be thankful.

      She was recalled to the present by Dolly’s soft whicker as the roofs of the stables came into view, reminding her that she had other problems to attend to.

      It seemed her resolve to proceed with caution in her relationship with Gerard had been the right one. Certainly if she’d been allowing herself to fall in love with him, she’d now be devastated.

      Not, she reminded herself hastily, that Zandor’s warnings were necessarily valid. The strange dynamics of the Harrington clan alone might well have caused him to adopt his own agenda.

      On the other hand, she could see that the abbey clearly needed an injection of seriously hard cash, which she, the daughter of a country solicitor, would never be able to provide, even if she’d felt so inclined.

      Because the abbey, she suspected, could well be a bottomless pit.

      She was also realising that she’d probably totally misinterpreted Joanne’s comments about potential clashes over money during the weekend. Because the family history she’d subsequently heard indicated that it would not be Zandor—the gipsy, the outsider—asking his grandmother for financial help, as she’d assumed, but quite the other way round.

      Not, she thought, a happy state of affairs.

      However, from a purely selfish point of view, no business of hers. And something else she could soon put behind her altogether.

      But at least this interlude with Gerard had been enjoyable enough to bring her permanently out of her self-imposed seclusion. In future, she’d be as much of a social animal as even Susie could wish.

      And one day she might find herself involved in a real relationship. Something to hope for, anyway, she thought, sternly stifling the odd pang twisting inside her.

      * * *

      She was in Dolly’s stall, removing her saddle, when Jacko appeared.

      ‘You’d best leave that to me, and get yourself up to the house,’ he said gruffly. ‘The Missus is asking for you.’

      Well, the Missus could wait, Alanna decided, relinquishing Dolly reluctantly, at least until she’d soothed in a hot bath the last of the aches and pains from being summarily dumped on the common, and put on some clothes free of mud and grass stains.

      She let herself into the house by the side entrance and was just crossing the hall to the stairs when she was intercepted by the housekeeper, Mrs Jackson.

      ‘Oh, you’re back, Miss Beckett. That’s good. Mrs

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