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CHAPTER TWO

APART from a couple of brief encounters with the master of the house, when little more than a casual good morning was exchanged, that first week went by smoothly enough.

Working mornings only, Estelle was managing a fair output, leaving Kerry the whole afternoon to spend at the word processor putting the memories into readable form. What to keep in and what to leave out would be decided later. In the meantime, she was thoroughly enjoying the job.

She was in the study late on the Friday afternoon when Lee arrived home. With her back to the door and her mind absorbed, she didn’t hear him enter the room, becoming aware of his presence only when he paused behind her to view the computer screen over her shoulder.

‘So how’s it going?’ he asked.

His closeness disrupted her concentration, causing her fingers to stumble on the keys. Cursing inwardly, she deleted the mistyped letters.

‘It was going fine,’ she said pointedly.

He ignored the sarcasm. ‘How do you rate it yourself?’

‘On the basis of what we’ve got up to now, I’d say it stands an excellent chance of becoming a best-seller,’ she answered with truth. ‘Your mother has a way with words.’

‘Part of what makes her such a good actress, I imagine. Words are her stock in trade.’

‘Other people’s words. These are her own.’ Kerry swung her head as he moved to the big mahogany desk a few feet away, meeting the grey eyes with that same involuntary tensing of muscle and sinew. ‘Are you planning on staying?’

Dark brows lifted. ‘Do you object?’

‘Only in the sense that I find you a distraction.’ She could have bitten off her tongue the moment she had said it, seeing his mouth take on the infuriating slant. ‘The same way I’d find anyone a distraction when I’m trying to work,’ she added swiftly. ‘I realise it’s your study, but you did say I could use it.’

‘In your line you should be used to having other people around,’ he returned. ‘I’ve some work of my own to do, but I’m happy enough to have you share the premises.’

With anyone else there would be no difficulty, Kerry acknowledged. The best will in the world couldn’t put her at ease with this man. Standing there in yet another of the beautifully cut suits—blue this time—he radiated a masculine air of command that set her teeth on edge.

‘I’m just about finished for the day anyway,’ she claimed. ‘I’ll leave you to it.’

He studied her thoughtfully, dropping his gaze to linger for a deliberate moment on the firm thrust of her breasts outlined against the cream silk of her shirt. ‘We never met before, by any chance?’

She shook her head, making no effort to disguise her contempt. ‘We hardly move in the same circles.’

‘So you’ve based your view of me on what?’

Her chin lifted. ‘You get a lot of publicity.’

‘Oh, I see. My media reputation.’ His tone was dry. ‘You believe everything you read in the newspapers?’

Kerry gave him back look for look. ‘I don’t recall you ever suing any for libel.’

‘So far I never felt any need. The people who matter to me know me well enough to take everything said with a pinch of salt—the rest aren’t important.’

‘In which case,’ she asked, ‘why bother about my opinion?’

His smile was slow. ‘You’re another matter.’

‘Meaning you’re accustomed to instant idolisation from women?’

‘I wouldn’t go quite that far, but I don’t usually elicit instant detestation either. How about giving me the benefit of the doubt and forming your own judgement?’

Kerry curled a lip. ‘You just can’t accept it, can you?’

‘Accept what?’

‘That the woman exists who can find you resistible!’

The smile came again, grey eyes acquiring sudden tawny lights. ‘Is that a challenge?’

‘No, it damn well isn’t!’ she said, furious with herself for getting involved in any kind of repartee with the man. ‘As I’ve said before, I’m here to work, not to play games with you!’

‘I don’t recall you saying that before. Not in so many words, at any rate.’ He was openly laughing, eyes crinkling at the corners. ‘I like your style, Kerry. So refreshingly astringent! Makes me wonder if that’s the real you—or if there’s a softer side underneath it all. Be interesting to find out.’

Kerry took a hold on herself, aware of being got at. ‘If there is,’ she said with withering scorn, ‘you’re unlikely to find it!’

‘Now that,’ he returned, ‘is quite definitely a challenge!’ Still smiling, he turned back to the desk and added over one shoulder, ‘Make sure the heads are properly parked when you exit.’

‘I always do,’ she snapped, resenting both the instruction and the mockery. ‘I’ve used computers before.’

‘That’s OK, then.’

Kerry was seething as she despatched the afternoon’s work to the printer, standing there and ostensibly reading the print-out as it emerged. Lee had taken a seat behind the desk and was going through some papers. She could see him from the corner of her eye, dark head bent, one lean hand wielding a pen—her presence obviously forgotten. He’d had his fun with her—that was all it had been—and now it was back to the important things in life. So far as she was concerned, he could go to hell!

With the hard copy safely stored, and both machines switched off at last, she was free to leave. It would be less than adult to stalk out without a word, she decided, and steeled herself to murmur a short, ‘Goodnight.’

Lee looked up, his lean, hard-boned features illuminated by the desk lamp he had switched on. For a fleeting moment he appeared on the verge of putting some question, but the words didn’t materialise. ‘Have a good evening,’ was all he said.

Estelle was watching children’s television in her sitting room. She looked round without embarrassment when Kerry went in to take her leave.

‘I adore Blue Peter, don’t you?’

‘I’ve never really watched it,’ Kerry confessed.

‘No, I suppose you’re always on your way home from work when it’s on.’ She added unexpectedly, ‘Why don’t you stay and have dinner with us tonight? Lee will run you home.’

‘It’s nice of you to invite me but I have a date tonight,’ Kerry improvised hastily. ‘In any case, I wouldn’t dream of dragging your son across town.’

‘I’m sure he’d be more than willing, but if you already have an engagement...’ The older woman paused, eying her speculatively. ‘Someone special, is it?’

‘Just a friend.’ It was time to go, before she got herself involved in further lies. She gave her employer a smile. ‘The hard copy is in the top drawer, if you want to go through what we’ve done up to now.’

‘I think I’ll leave it until we’ve got a bit further,’ Estelle returned. ‘I hope Lee didn’t disturb you too much.’

‘Not at all.’ Another lie, but the only answer she was prepared to give. ‘See you on Monday.’

Coming out of the cloakroom some minutes later dressed for the street in the camel coat which had cost her almost a week’s salary, she was disconcerted to find Lee waiting for her in the hall. Leaning against the staircase newel post, he looked deceptively benign.

‘I ordered a taxi for you,’ he said. ‘From now on there’ll be one on tap every evening. All you have to do is make a call whenever you’re ready to leave. The bill will be taken care of.’

A munificent gesture, Kerry was bound to acknowledge, though not one she cared to take advantage of, coming as it did from him.

‘Thanks, but I’m quite happy taking the tube,’ she said shortly.

The rejection made little noticeable impact. ‘I’m more concerned with your reaching it safely. It’s already dark out there. No time for a woman to be walking the streets on her own.’

‘I’ve done it the past three years without coming to any harm,’ she pointed out.

‘Not in this area, with few other people about. Anyway, it’s all arranged.’

She drew in a long slow breath, opposing the autocracy with every fibre. ‘Do you take it on yourself to organise everyone’s life for them? I don’t need a taxi!’

‘You’re getting one, nevertheless.’ Neither tone nor expression left any doubt of his adamance. ‘My mother will be in total agreement. She said only last night that she worried about you leaving after dark.’

‘Thoughtful of her, but—’

‘But nothing.’ This time there was a definite edge of impatience to his voice. ‘If you want to continue coming here at all this winter then you accept the situation.’

‘Surely,’ she said, ‘that’s up to your mother to decide?’

‘Not in the circumstances.’

‘Oh, I see. It’s your house, and you make the decisions!’

‘If you want to see it that way. Most people would be only too happy to have a door-to-door ride home at the end of the day.’

He was right there, but she wanted no favours from him. ‘I’m not most people,’ she declared frostily.

‘Obviously.’

He had straightened away from the post, standing with hands thrust into trouser pockets and suit jacket pushed back to reveal a broad expanse of sparkling white. Kerry found her eyes drifting involuntarily downwards over the flat waistband and lean hips, warmth singeing her cheeks as she dragged her gaze forcibly upwards again to see his mouth slant.

‘Devastating, isn’t it?’ he said softly.

‘What is?’ she parried.

‘Sexual attraction. I was aware of it the moment we met.’ The pause was meaningful. ‘We both were.’

‘There’s such a thing as over-confidence,’ Kerry retorted caustically. ‘I’d say you had it in spades!’

‘Uncertainty is no asset,’ came the smooth response. ‘If you weren’t as drawn to me underneath all that antagonism as I am to you, you wouldn’t be making such a song and dance about it.’

‘I am not...’ she began furiously, breaking off abruptly as she saw the glimmer in his eyes. It was all a big joke to him—a game he was expert at playing. The temptation to fling Sarah’s name in his face was almost overwhelming. It took a real effort to resist it Sarah herself might not want Kerry championing her cause.

The hoot of a horn from the street outside was something of a relief, despite her reluctance to accept the arrangement.

‘I suppose that’s the cab,’ she said.

Lee inclined his head in ironic agreement. ‘Let’s not keep it waiting.’

He accompanied her out, opening the cab door for her.

‘I’d suggest we meet over the weekend,’ he said as she brushed past him, ‘but I suspect you’d turn me down just for the hell of it. Maybe next weekend.’

Meaning that by then she would be bound to have mellowed towards him, Kerry assumed as he closed the door and lifted a hand in taunting farewell. Well, he could think again! Nothing he could say or do would change her opinion of him. It was set in stone.

Where her finer feelings were concerned, maybe, came the sneaking thought, but there was no denying her physical responses. Sexual attraction, Lee had called it: a chemical reaction that had nothing to do with liking or disliking. A governable one, though, she told herself tightly. When it came to mind over matter there was no contest. Not in this instance.

Phoning on the Saturday to announce her return from a two-week shoot in the Caribbean, Sarah sounded more up-beat than she had done in ages. Posing semi-nude for magazine and calendar work hadn’t been her original aim, but the financial enticement had overcome any scruples she’d had. She had, she claimed, enjoyed the whole experience.

Kerry contemplated leaving Lee Hartford’s name out of it altogether when detailing her own new job over lunch the following day, but the chance, no matter how remote, that Sarah might hear of the relationship persuaded her to come clean.

‘He’s everything you said,’ she confirmed. ‘Thinks he only has to beckon to have every woman falling over herself to please him! It would do him a power of good to have the tables turned on him!’

The vivacious face opposite hardened. ‘It would need someone capable of playing him at his own game.’ She gave a brittle laugh. ‘If you feel the way you say you do about him why not do it yourself?’

‘Even if I were up to that kind of thing at all, I think I’ve made my opinion a bit too obvious to start now,’ Kerry returned drily, aware all the same of a fleeting temptation.

‘You could always make out you were trying to cover up how he really affected you. He’d believe it,’ Sarah was obviously taken with the idea, her eyes bright with malice. ‘You could do it. You could even enjoy doing it! Just imagine the satisfaction you’d gain from giving the great Lee Hartford the run-around!’

Kerry could imagine. What she lacked was the guts to take him on. Fear of falling for him? suggested that sneaky little voice.

‘Not really my style,’ she said flatly.

‘It could be.’ Having come up with the notion, Sarah wasn’t about to let it go that easily. ‘You’d be avenging all those he’s made fools of, not just me.’

‘You think he leads all his women to believe he’s going to marry them?’ Kerry questioned.

‘Maybe not all, but he definitely led me to think that was where we were heading. Then suddenly it was over. He just lost interest.’ Sarah waited a moment, wry resignation overtaking the animation in her eyes when Kerry remained silent. ‘I suppose you’re right. It wasn’t a good idea. Anyway, forget it.’

It would be a long time before Sarah was able to forget, Kerry guessed, sensing the depth of hurt still there in her friend. Had there been any softening at all in her own feelings toward Lee Hartford they would have hardened again. He was a total degenerate!

Monday morning was dry and sunny, the air crisp and clear. If only the winter weather could always be like this, Kerry yearned, walking from the station to the house with a spring in her step. The only drawback being, she supposed, that one would want to be outside in it rather than confined indoors.

In celebration of the sunnier outlook she had put on a skirt and matching waistcoat in a tan and cream checked wool, along with a cream cashmere sweater, the whole ensemble covered by a toning throw-over wrap. The outfit had drawn several approving glances on the way here, and drew yet another when Estelle saw her.

‘You could stalk a catwalk along with the best!’ she declared. ‘I still think you’re wasted doing what you do, good though you are at it.’

‘I like what I do,’ Kerry assured her. ‘Although I’ll certainly be sorry when this job is over.’

Estelle shook her head. ‘That won’t be for quite a time. I dare say there’ll be a whole lot of revision to do before I can even think about submitting a manuscript.’

True enough, Kerry reflected, feeling anything but daunted by the prospect. If the bio failed to make the impact she predicted it wasn’t going to be through lack of effort on her part.

That confidence faded just a little over the course of the morning when Estelle showed signs of having hit a mental block.

‘I suppose I’m not really in the mood,’ she confessed in the end. ‘My mind keeps running off at a tangent. Supposing you type up what I’ve managed to come up with this far and see how it looks?’

Kerry did her best to hide her reservations. Running out of steam this early tended to suggest a basic loss of interest. It was possible that the whole autobiography idea had been no more than a passing whim on Estelle’s part—a means of relieving the tedium. Her son was perhaps right in considering a return to the stage the best option.

She had almost completed transcribing her shorthand on screen when the telephone rang. She ignored it at first, trusting that Estelle would pick up the call, but it just went on ringing until she finally felt bound to lift the receiver herself.

‘Sorry to interrupt the flow,’ said Lee, before she could speak, ‘but I’ve an urgent request to make. Can you spare Kerry to bring me the blue file I left on the desk? I need it urgently or I’d send someone out for it. A taxi should get her here within half an hour.’

‘This is Kerry,’ she said coolly. ‘No one else appeared to be answering the phone so I took the call myself.’

There was a brief pause before he answered in an altered tone, ‘Where are you?’

‘In the study,’ she confirmed, and heard him say something short and sharp under his breath.

‘That’s a separate line. My secretary got the wrong number. No matter. You’re obviously not taking dictation right now so I’m sure Mother won’t mind you bringing me the file. You’ll find the taxi number on my desk pad. There shouldn’t be any difficulty at this hour.’

Kerry bit back the rebuttal trembling on her lips. Estelle was paying her for her time. If there were any rebuttals to be made at all she was the one to do it.

‘Certainly, Mr Hartford,’ she said tonelessly instead.

She cut contact before he could make any reply. Not, she supposed, that he needed to say anything else. No byplay this morning, she noted. In all probability he had decided the game wasn’t worth the candle where she was concerned Well, that suited her fine!

As anticipated, Estelle was more than prepared to let her go, although she did ask if she minded. Kerry phoned for a cab, and spent the five minutes until it arrived touching up her make-up and running a comb through her hair. If she had to do this at all, she told herself, she was not going to arrive looking as if she’d dropped everything to fly to his bidding!

The pre-luncheon traffic proved light enough to allow arrival at the imposing tower block within the half-hour. Kerry could have found her way up to the appropriate floor but was bound as a visitor to report first to Reception. The man on duty had her name already on his list and sent her right up.

There were several other people waiting at the lifts, among them a blond-haired young man she recognised immediately though not with any particular pleasure.

‘Who are you taking over for this time?’ he asked after they’d exchanged greetings.

‘I’m not,’ she said. ‘I’m only here to bring Mr Hartford a file he left behind.’

His brows shot up. ‘You work for the big boss?’

‘His mother,’ Kerry corrected. ‘I’d better get a move on. He’s in a hurry for it.’

The grin was meaningful. ‘I’ll bet!’

Kerry ignored the innuendo. It was what she might have expected from Jason King. She’d gone out with him once while she’d been working here, but hadn’t cared to repeat the experience after he’d made his interests only too clear. Yet another good-looking, out-for-what-he-could-get dissolute!

He got off at the fourth floor, leaving her to continue one more to the executive floor. She had never had occasion to enter the hallowed premises before, and was tentative about it now as she approached the desk where Lee’s secretary held jurisdiction over further progress.

An attractive brunette in her late twenties, the latter took the file from her with what Kerry considered an unwonted chilliness in her manner.

‘Mr Hartford asked that you wait,’ she said. ‘He’ll be through shortly.’

Kerry took the indicated seat with reluctance. He had better, she thought, have a good reason for keeping her here! She was going to be on the margin for lunch as it was: Mrs Ralston always served promptly at one. Hopefully, Estelle would be feeling more inclined towards work this afternoon.

‘Shortly’ turned out to be a good twenty minutes. Kerry sat fuming, on the verge of walking out by the time the inner office door opened at last. The two men who came out looked like bankers—an unmistakable breed in her estimation. Lee was right behind them, the meaningful lift of that mobile left brow as he looked across at her sending a sudden ripple down her spine.

‘Sorry to have kept you so long,’ he said. ‘Come on through.’

She did so, weathering another somewhat frigid glance from his secretary. The kind of hostility that might be extended by the discarded towards the apparently newly favoured, Kerry conjectured, although she would have thought even Lee would draw the line at his own secretary, no matter how attractive.

The office was huge, with several easy chairs arranged in a casual grouping off to one side of the room, in addition to the usual accoutrements, and a stylish decor that managed to suggest affluence without being overdone. The window went almost wall to wall, affording a magnificent view out over the river.

‘Impressive,’ Kerry commented, refusing to be intimidated by it all. ‘You really do yourself proud.’

‘I get by.’ Closing the door. Lee indicated the conversation area. ‘How about a drink before we go to lunch?’

She looked at him sharply, taken aback by the casual statement. ‘I didn’t come for lunch.’

He returned her gaze equably. ‘But you’re here and it is lunchtime. I’d hardly send you back hungry.’

‘I’d have been back by now if you hadn’t kept me waiting,’ she pointed out. ‘If I’d realised—’

‘If you’d realised you’d have given me the same cold shoulder you’ve been giving me since we met,’ he interjected. ‘It’s time we came to a better understanding.’

Kerry regarded him in silence for a moment, registering the purposeful gleam in the grey eyes. The dark blue pinstripe he was wearing might give him an air of respectability, but underneath lay the soul of a born philanderer. As one who so far had shown resistance, she presented a challenge his pride wouldn’t allow him to forgo.

So why not take up Sarah’s proposal? came the sudden and reckless thought. Why not allow him to believe he was achieving a breakthrough? It would be immensely satisfying to lead him up the garden path, if only for a while.

‘Your mother will be expecting me back,’ she said with what she hoped was just the right amount of hesitation.

Lee shook his head. ‘I spoke to her after you left and told her we’d be lunching together. She said not to bother going back afterwards. She’d prefer a fresh start in the morning.’ He was moving as he spoke, crossing to a side table holding bottles and glasses. ‘About that drink?’

Any vacillation she might have felt was swept aside by the sheer gall of the man. No matter what it took, she was going to give him his comeuppance, Kerry vowed savagely. Just see if she didn’t!

‘I’ll have a mineral water, if you have it,’ she said, and was gratified to hear how level her voice sounded.

‘Ice and lemon?’

‘Please.’ Seated in one of the comfortable chairs, she watched him as he poured the drink, her eyes following the tapering line from shoulder to lean hip and assessing the muscular length of leg beneath the fine wool. Whatever his deficiencies in character, he was a perfect specimen physically, she was bound to admit. Fit as a lop, as her mother would say—although exactly what a lop was heaven only knew!

She lifted her gaze no further than the knot of his tie when she took the glass from him, trying to ignore the sudden tingle as his fingers brushed hers. ‘Thanks.’

He was drinking the same thing himself, she noted in some surprise as he took a seat himself and lifted the glass to his lips—at least, that’s what it looked like.

‘I never drink alcohol when I’m driving,’ he advised, correctly reading her thoughts.

‘That’s very responsible of you,’ she murmured.

‘A close friend was killed by a drunken driver only last year. I don’t intend adding to the statistics.’ There was no element of self-commendation in the statement. ‘I gather the biography isn’t coming along so well?’

‘Just a temporary thing,’ she answered, hoping she was right. ‘I imagine most writers have their off-days.’

‘You don’t see her simply running out of steam?’

‘Not unless she’s in the habit of starting things she doesn’t finish.’

‘Normally no, but, then, she’s never tackled anything like this before. How long are you supposed to be giving her?’

‘It’s an open contract. As long as it takes, I suppose.’ Kerry directed him a contemplative glance, temporarily sidetracked. ‘Do you object to the idea?’

The shrug was brief. ‘Why should I object? It’s her life, not mine.’

‘But I imagine you’ll come into it at some point.’

‘Only on the periphery. The theatre was always the most important thing in her life. Until she met Richard, that is. And, before you ask, I don’t have any hang-ups about that either. He was a good man.’

Kerry said levelly, ‘She sacrificed an awful lot for him.’

‘More than many women would be prepared to do, I agree.’

‘More than most men would be prepared to do, for certain!’ she flashed, forgetting the role she was supposed to be playing.

Lee gave her a quizzical look. ‘You seem to have a down on men in general.’

‘Not all,’ she denied. ‘By the law of averages, there have to be some good apples in the barrel.’

His lips slanted. ‘Cynicism at such a tender age!’

‘I’m twenty-four,’ she felt moved to retort. ‘Not that tender.’

‘There’s more to it than years. Judging from the way you’ve reacted to me up to now, I’d say you’d been let down rather badly in the not too distant past and tend to regard all men with a jaundiced eye.’

‘Only those with the background to merit it,’ she returned shortly.

He gave a mock sigh. ‘And there I was thinking we were starting to make some progress at last!’ He studied her for a moment, the smile still lingering about his lips. ‘You’re a very beautiful young woman, Kerry. Whoever it was who did let you down must have been mad. I’d say you could have just about any man you wanted.’

‘Including you?’ she asked with irony, and he laughed.

‘I wouldn’t say no.’

‘With your track record, I doubt if you ever did!’

‘My track record, as you put it, is a long way from what it’s made out to be. I’d be clapped out by now if I’d had even half the women I’m supposed to have had.’

If she really did intend to play this game through she had to get back on track herself, Kerry reflected. ‘You don’t exactly go in for long-term relationships, though, do you?’ she said, lightening her tone.

‘Depends what you mean by long-term. One lasted several months.’

‘She must have been something really special!’

‘Very,’ he agreed on a dry note.

‘But still no staying power.’

He shrugged briefly. ‘She started hearing wedding bells. I didn’t.’

There was every chance that it was Sarah he was referring to, Kerry thought. Trust him to try making out it was all in her mind! Fired afresh, she concentrated on maintaining the banter. ‘You intend staying a bachelor all your life?’

‘Only until I meet a woman I can’t live without.’

‘Does such a being exist, I wonder?’

‘I live in hope.’ He was obviously amused. ‘Whatever happens, I dare say I’ll get by.’

‘I’m sure of it,’ she retorted tartly, losing sight of the object again for a moment. ‘Money talks!’

She regretted the comment immediately, flushing a little as she met the grey glance. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘That was out of order.’

He regarded her for a moment, his expression difficult to decipher. ‘But not without some truth, all the same.’

There was a small silence, not—for Kerry at least—a comfortable one. When Lee spoke again it was on a dispassionate note. ‘Talking of money, you could probably be making a great deal more yourself the way you look.’

‘I’ve no interest in a career that relies on looks,’ Kerry responded. ‘I have a brain, too.’

‘I wouldn’t dispute it. But models aren’t necessarily brainless bimbos either. The one or two I’ve been acquainted with were certainly astute enough.’

Sarah among them, she reflected—for what good it had done her!

‘Obviously not enough to keep you interested,’ she said.

‘That’s true. Maybe they were too predictable.’ He glanced at the slim gold watch encircling his wrist ‘It’s time we made tracks.’

Kerry’s eyes were drawn to the well-shaped hand with its long, clever fingers. A good hand altogether—skin lightly tanned, nails smoothly trimmed. She felt a sudden fluttering deep down at the thought of those same hands touching her.

When he made love to a woman it would be with expertise, there was no doubt, but if what he had said a few moments ago was to be believed he had never experienced emotional commitment. Neither had she, if it came to that—regardless of what he thought—but they were far from being soulmates.

One thing was certain, she told herself determinedly, refusing to allow her physical responses to deter her from her aim, it was high time he discovered what failure meant!