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LEANNE woke feeling refreshed and without any lingering trace of a headache. Quickly tossing aside the sheet, she crossed to the large expanse of panelled glass and drew back the drapes.

It was a beautiful day, the sun bright, the sky clear of any clouds. Without pausing for thought she caught up a swimsuit and made for the en suite, emerging five minutes later to pull on shorts and a T-shirt before making her way down to the kitchen.

‘Morning, Eleni.’ She greeted the older woman who was busily occupied scouring a skillet at the sink.

An affectionate smile creased Eleni’s features as she dried her hands and turned to give Leanne her undivided attention. ‘Ah, how is the headache this morning?’

‘Gone, thank goodness,’ Leanne said with relief, and, crossing to the large refrigerator, she extracted fresh orange juice and filled a glass, then sipped from it with undisguised appreciation.

‘Dimitri has already left for the city.’

Thank heavens for small mercies, Leanne said silently. Facing Dimitri at the start of her day would have been too much.

‘He intends calling into the hospital this morning,’ Eleni continued, relaying the message she’d been requested to convey. ‘And he’ll be home at six, so you can both go and visit Paige together.’ Her dark eyes filled with expressive warmth. ‘The news you are to marry gives me much joy.’

It was on the tip of Leanne’s tongue to take Eleni into her confidence and reveal that the engagement was a sham conceived entirely for Paige’s benefit. Except that something held her back, and she accepted the housekeeper’s af-fectionate hug with equal warmth.

‘Thanks, Eleni.’ It was difficult to look suitably starry-eyed, but she managed a credible smile.

‘What can I get you for breakfast? Eggs? French toast?’

Eleni adored making a fuss, and Leanne’s smile widened as she wrinkled her nose in silent negation. ‘We play this game every time I come home,’ she responded musingly. ‘A banana, toast and coffee will be fine, and I’ll get it after I’ve had a swim.’

It was almost ten when she slid behind the wheel of the Mercedes and drove to the hospital. Frequent short visits would prove less tiring for Paige, and Leanne divided up the day accordingly.

If anything, her mother seemed a little brighter, and, although pale, her features no longer looked quite so drawn.

‘Darling, let me have a look at your ring,’ Paige requested within minutes of Leanne’s entering the suite, and Leanne dutifully extended her hand. ‘It’s simply beautiful, and a perfect fit.’

She managed a suitable rejoinder, and endeavoured to display a degree of fascinated pleasure in the diamond’s multi-faceted brilliance.

Paige’s eyes assumed a faint, dreamy expression. ‘I saw the announcement in this morning’s papers.’

Leanne hadn’t thought to look. She’d spent ages in the pool, enjoyed a late breakfast, then rushed upstairs to shower and change.

‘A small, private ceremony held at home next week,’ her mother relayed wistfully. ‘In the gardens. Isn’t that wonderful?’

‘Yes, wonderful.’ What else could she do but agree?

‘Have you decided what you’ll choose to wear?’

‘Not yet.’ There was a rack of gowns in her wardrobe, any one of which would be eminently suitable for an informal engagement party.

‘Dimitri has already conferred with my doctor, and, with a nurse in attendance, there’s no reason why I can’t be at the house for a few hours. A wedding-gown is so special,’ Paige enthused gently. ‘You’ll look stunning in white.’

Wedding. Who said anything about a wedding? The feeling of panic momentarily robbed the breath from Leanne’s body. ‘Paige—’

‘I wish I was able to go shopping with you,’ her mother continued wistfully. ‘There’s that lovely boutique in Toorak, and you must ring Vivienne. She’ll put everything aside and give you her undivided attention.’

A sense of disbelief washed over Leanne’s body, and she felt stunned...but not for long. A slow-burning anger ignited and began to flare, coursing through her veins until she was consumed with it.

‘Paige,’ Leanne began, making every effort to maintain control. ‘Dimitri and I—’

‘Have known each other for years. Ten in all.’ Beautiful blue eyes glowed with the immensity of Paige’s pleasure. ‘This wedding will be so special. I’ve longed for the day you get married, and I’m overjoyed that you’re bringing the date forward for my benefit.’ She lifted a hand and covered Leanne’s fingers. ‘I’m going to have Vivienne bring in some gowns so I can make a suitable selection for myself as mother of the bride.’

Dear God. What had begun as a harmless conspiracy was now raging out of control. The question was, why?

She had to remain calm. No matter how angry she felt, she couldn’t allow Paige to suspect that things were not as they seemed.

‘Has Dimitri been in to see you this morning?’ she queried gently, and her mother gave a slight nod.

‘Early, darling. On his way into the office.’

Dimitri was incapable of being manipulated, not even by the circumstances of Paige’s illness. Which meant he had to be a willing participant.

It killed her to smile, but she managed a credible facsimile. ‘I shall take him to task for breaking the news.’ The chiding amusement in her voice masked the threat of intent. She planned to slay him. She also had to get out of Paige’s suite before her animosity became visible.

‘I’ll leave you to rest for a while,’ she said in a light voice. ‘I have to ring Vivienne, and begin some serious shopping. I’ll be back after lunch.’ Leaning forward, she touched her lips against her mother’s cheek, then swallowed quickly against the lump that rose in her throat as she glimpsed the faint misting of tears which was evident.

The moment she left the suite a cold, hard anger rose from within her, and by the time she reached the car she was so maddened it was a minor miracle that she reached the city without incident.

The Kostakidas corporation had offices on a high floor in an ultra-modern steel and glass tower that held the ultimate in executive furnishings.

It was years since Leanne had visited its revered portals, and she moved with calculated calm towards Reception, unnerved by the stylishly attired young woman whose hair, make-up and clothes would have done credit to a model straight out of Vogue magazine.

‘Dimitri Kostakidas,’ Leanne stated with quiet authority.

‘Mr Kostakidas is in conference,’ the receptionist relayed with polite regret. ‘Do you have an appointment?’

Leanne’s expression was equally polite. ‘Perhaps you could inform Dimitri’s secretary that his fiancée is waiting to see him?’ She even took the faint sting from her words by proffering a slight smile. ‘I’m sure he won’t object to the interruption.’