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‘GOOD God, nothing has changed!’

Juliet turned as she stood in the large reception area of Carlyle House, her brows raised, to look at Liam who was standing just behind her.

They had returned to England only that morning. On Liam’s private jet. As she should have predicted! However Liam might have left this house, and his family, ten years ago, he certainly travelled and lived in style now, his jet of luxurious proportions, the formalities at the airport dealt with so quickly that Juliet had barely had time to catch her breath before going outside and being shown into the sporty Jaguar that Liam apparently liked to drive himself around England in.

He had unerringly driven both of them to Carlyle House this afternoon; he might not have visited the family home since he walked out all those years ago, but he certainly hadn’t forgotten where it was.

He was looking about him now with rueful derision, and Juliet tried to see the house through his eyes. It was as William had always liked it, with antique furniture and furnishings, vases of fresh flowers in all the main rooms, a huge arrangement in creams and orange on a round table in this reception area. And Juliet knew that when they walked through to the family sitting-room there would be a log fire burning in the fireplace. Yes, everything was still exactly as William had liked it. And she personally saw no reason to change that.

Liam, as he looked around the house he hadn’t seen for ten years, didn’t look quite so happy with what he saw. His expression was grim as he slowly walked about looking at things that must once have been very familiar to him—were still familiar to him—which was probably why he looked so grim!

Juliet couldn’t say that she was feeling exactly happy with the way things were either, but that had nothing to do with Carlyle House.

Liam had followed through on his announcement of his intention to return with her by arranging for them both to fly back three days later. There had then been two days during which he had arrogantly ordered her to rest completely, ignoring all of her protests that she would rather return immediately now that the decision had been made. In fact, he had just ignored all her protests, period! Nothing she had said during those two days had deterred him from his decision that she rest, and although she inwardly had to admit that she was feeling slightly better she certainly hadn’t enjoyed having Liam waiting on her. It made her uncomfortable to accept his attention in that way.

‘Miss Juliet!’ the housekeeper greeted warmly as she came through to see who the visitor was. ‘How lovely. Mr Liam…!’ Janet gasped as she saw him standing at the foot of the wide curved staircase.

‘Janet,’ he greeted drily. ‘My God, nothing has changed.’ He shook his head almost dazedly, striding across the distance that separated him from the housekeeper and clasping her in a bear-hug that made her gasp.

Janet Byrd, small and plump, with warm blue eyes and a head of completely white hair, had been with the Carlyle family since she had first come to the house as a maid when William had arrived with his bride. She had never married, claiming the Carlyles were the only family she wanted.

There was only Janet in the house now—and a young girl from the village who came in to help on a daily basis—but she could still tell tales of how grand it had all been forty years ago, with six household staff and a veritable army of gardeners to keep the grounds in immaculate condition. Those grounds were now kept in a similar condition by a contract gardener who came in two days a week. Almost sixty now, Janet had seen a lot of changes in the Carlyle fortunes during those forty years.

She was obviously pleased to see Liam in his old home, if a little confused. ‘Why did no one tell me you were coming?’ She frowned slightly reprovingly at Juliet. ‘I could have got your old room ready,’ she said, with a shake of her head.

Liam grimaced. ‘I’m not sure whether or not I’m staying yet,’ he bit out tautly as he released the elderly housekeeper. ‘And, if I do, I certainly don’t want my old room!’

Janet looked hurt. ‘But—’

‘Could we have some tea, Janet?’ Juliet took over calmly, knowing by that stubborn set to Liam’s mouth that he wasn’t about to be pressurised into doing anything he didn’t want to do—not even by the woman he must have known since his birth thirty-eight years ago. ‘It’s been a tiring day,’ she exaggerated—the journey had been achieved so smoothly that it was difficult to realise that they were actually back in England. But Liam looked as if he had taken enough for one day; returning to Carlyle Manor was obviously a strain for him.

‘I’ll bring it through in just a couple of minutes.’ Janet was obviously glad of something useful to do. ‘It is lovely to see you back, Mr Liam,’ she paused at the door to tell him.

Liam shook his head once the housekeeper had gone through to the kitchen. ‘I had forgotten all about Janet,’ he said, frowning.

Juliet doubted that he had actually forgotten; he had just chosen to put all memory of his family, and everything to do with them, firmly from his mind during the last ten years. Whatever the family rift had been about, and she doubted if she would ever know, it had certainly been something major.

‘Thank you.’

She looked across at Liam enquiringly, not understanding the quiet comment.

‘The request for tea,’ he explained ruefully. ‘Janet might have been hurt by my next comment,’ he accepted self-deprecatingly. ‘You’re quite an astute little thing, aren’t you?’ he remarked as he strode through to the sitting-room.

‘Will you stop being patronising about my size?’ Juliet snapped as she almost had to run to keep up with his long strides. She had heard it all during the last few days, from ‘midget’ right through to ‘pint-size’, and quite frankly she was getting tired of it.

He turned to her with a genuinely surprised expression on his face. ‘I didn’t mean to be patronising.’ He frowned. ‘It’s just—well, you can’t deny you’re a bit on the small side, can you?’ He grimaced lamely. ‘You are a bit tetchy after our journey, aren’t you?’ His frown returned as he looked down at her. ‘Maybe we should have left it a couple more days before coming back.’

A couple more days of this man telling her what to do all the time and she would have thrown one of his trays of food at him! ‘I’m perfectly all right, thank you,’ she told him sharply. ‘I would just appreciate your treating me like a grown woman for a change!’

‘I thought I did,’ he said quietly.

Juliet looked across at him as she stood near the fire; there had been something altogether too intimate in his tone of voice. And since that first morning, as she had lain in bed in her underwear, there had been no further indication that he had even realised that she was a woman—certainly no apparent return of the intensity of feeling that had been between them so fleetingly.

She swallowed hard. ‘Your business partner, then,’ she corrected herself awkwardly, aware that, even if there had been no further physical awareness between them during the rest of their stay in Majorca, it was certainly there now. And it was the last thing she wanted with this particular man— with any man!

‘For the moment.’ He nodded abruptly. ‘We’ll know just how viable that is once I’ve looked over Carlyle Properties,’ he explained at her questioning look.

Juliet could only begin to guess what he meant by looking over Carlyle Properties, and, if he found it wasn’t viable, exactly what he would do about it!

‘You—’ She broke off abruptly as Janet entered with the tea-tray, appetising-looking sandwiches also there with the tea things. ‘Thank you, Janet.’ She smiled her dismissal of the older woman.

‘I’ll get a room ready for you just in case, Mr Liam,’ the housekeeper told him before she left.

Liam gave a wry smile. ‘She always was a tenacious woman. My father probably should have married her years ago,’ he added with a frown.

Juliet looked up from pouring the tea, the pot held poised in her hand. ‘I beg your pardon?’

He steadily returned her gaze. ‘Janet loved my father for years, surely you knew that?’ he said derisively.

She most certainly had not, had never picked up even so much of a hint that the other woman had felt that way towards William. Although she had always thought it strange that a lovely woman like Janet, obviously a once very beautiful woman, should never have married.

‘Obviously not,’ Liam drawled at Juliet’s stunned silence. ‘Well, they do say there’s none so blind…’ he dismissed drily. ‘Probably you just didn’t want to see it. After all, it might have interfered with your own relationship with my father if you had.’

Juliet felt the colour in her cheeks. ‘I have told you, repeatedly,’ she said emphatically, ‘that my relationship with your father was completely platonic!’

‘I know.’ Liam nodded mockingly. ‘And I have tried, repeatedly,’ he added just as emphatically, ‘to believe that you really lived here, for several years, it seems, as his assistant and platonic companion.’

And he obviously still didn’t believe it for one minute! Well, she wasn’t about to keep saying it; after all, there was another saying, ‘The lady doth protest too much, me thinks’; the more she kept denying it, the more likely Liam Carlyle was to believe it was true!

‘I always assumed my father didn’t return Janet’s feelings because he didn’t want any woman permanently in his life after my mother died,’ Liam frowned. ‘But as you’ve been here for some time that apparently wasn’t the case.’

Juliet had to bite her lip to stop herself once again answering defensively. No matter what she said, Liam wasn’t going to be convinced that she hadn’t been involved with his father. And really, at the end of the day, she didn’t care what he thought, as long as he helped her salvage Carlyle Properties.

‘Poor Janet,’ he added goadingly, taking his cup of tea out of Juliet’s slightly shaking hand.

The housekeeper had been extremely distraught at William’s death. In fact, she had been with him when he died, had taken his cup of tea up to his bedroom in the morning only to find that he had had a heart attack some time during the night. There hadn’t been time to call a doctor or anything else, as William had died almost immediately. It had almost been as if he had been waiting not to be alone when he went. But Juliet had never had any idea that Janet had actually loved her employer. How awful for the other woman. And how sad that she had apparently had years of unrequited love.

But Janet knew, no matter what Liam himself might have assumed to the contrary, that there had never been anything but friendship between Juliet and William, that the elderly man had been more like a father to her than anything else. And so Juliet had no reason to defend herself before Liam. She had no reason to, but it was still very difficult not to.

Liam gave an impatient glance at his watch. ‘Well, as it’s too late to go into the office today, we’ll have to leave that until the morning, so I think I’ll go and shower and change before having a look around this place.’ His expression was grim once again. ‘Although I stand by my first statement: nothing seems to have changed!’

Except that, since he had left ten years ago, his father and brother had both died, Juliet could have pointed out. But didn’t. This was all difficult enough as it was, without further antagonism between them.

‘I’ll get Janet to show you to your room,’ she said politely as she rang for the housekeeper.

Liam watched her consideringly. ‘You’re pretty good at this, aren’t you?’ he murmured tauntingly.

She steeled herself for the insult she knew was about to come. ‘Good at what?’

He shrugged. ‘Being mistress of the house. Must be years of training,’ he added with cold dismissal, before putting down his empty cup and striding out into the hallway to meet the housekeeper. Juliet heard the murmur of their voices seconds later.

There had been an unmistakable double edge to Liam’s last statement, and, although she had been half expecting it, it was still hurtful; her hands shook as she put down her own cup of tea untouched. By ‘mistress of the house’ Liam meant something completely different from the usual context, and he had meant to be deliberately insulting.

He was a strange man, one minute insisting that she rest while at his villa, the next, in this house, treating her with the contempt which he thought his father’s mistress deserved. But he was right about her insensitivity to Janet’s feelings for William; William and Janet had always got on extremely well, more like friends than employer and employee, but it had never occurred to Juliet that there might be more to it than that on Janet’s side. No wonder the other woman had been so upset at his death. Juliet felt a certain amount of guilt now where the housekeeper was concerned because of her own lack of understanding.

As no doubt Liam meant her to—although the guilt he believed she should feel was concerning her own supposed affair with his father!

Juliet busied herself in the study before dinner, dealing with any immediate business matters, only going upstairs to shower and change fifteen minutes before she knew the meal was to be served. She hadn’t seen Liam since he’d left the sitting-room so abruptly after tea, and could only suppose he had business of his own he was dealing with.

She felt as if her heart had jumped into her mouth as she walked down the hallway to her bedroom only to see the door further down from her own standing slightly ajar; someone was in Simon’s bedroom! Surely Janet wouldn’t have chosen that room to give Liam? No, she simply couldn’t believe that Janet could have been so insensitive.

But Liam could!

Juliet hurried down the hallway to stand in front of a doorway that hadn’t been opened for seven years, as far as she was aware. And she still couldn’t go into the room herself. She stood on the threshold looking in, watching him as he moved lightly around, looking at a room that had stayed exactly as Simon had left it.

He turned and saw her standing there; he was already dressed in a black evening suit and snowy white shirt. ‘I thought I would dress for dinner,’ he drawled drily as he saw her staring at him.

Juliet didn’t care what he wore for dinner; she just wanted him out of this room! ‘This is Simon’s room,’ she said stiffly.

Liam’s mouth twisted. ‘I’m well aware of whose room this was, Juliet,’ he bit out tautly. ‘My little brother obviously chose the furnishings himself!’ He looked derisively about him at the glass and chrome furniture which was completely at odds with the quiet elegance of the rest of the house.

And he was right—Simon had picked all the furniture in here himself, had taken great delight in modernising his own personal domain.

‘But I don’t suppose you would know that, would you?’ he said as he crossed the room to join her. ‘He’s been dead for over seven years now…’ he reflected.

She knew exactly how long Simon had been dead, could have told Liam not only to the day but to the hour and minute as well.

‘I do know that,’ she said abruptly. ‘What are you doing in here?’ She didn’t feel as if she could move away from the door now that it had finally been opened once again, even though she could sense that Liam wanted to leave the room.

He shrugged. ‘Trying to see, from the things he left behind, whether my little brother had changed at all.’

Juliet could have told him that she was also one of ‘the things’ that Simon had left behind, and could have asked what looking at her told him about his brother. But the shock of seeing this room again was more than enough for one evening; she wasn’t up to coping with Liam’s verbal fencing concerning her past relationship with Simon as well.

Liam gave a grimace at the chrome and glass furnishings. ‘He obviously hadn’t!’ he said disgustedly.

She couldn’t say whether Simon had changed or not after Liam had left; she could only remember the Simon that she had known. ‘You didn’t come home for his funeral either,’ she said flatly, finally managing to follow Liam from the room, closing the door firmly behind her, trembling slightly as that feeling of someone walking over her grave shivered down her spine.

He shook his head grimly. ‘He was already dead and buried by the time I read about it in the newspapers.’

‘And your rift with your father was so strong that you didn’t feel perhaps you could do him some good by returning?’ Juliet frowned.

His eyes hardened coldly. ‘Nothing had changed,’ he rasped harshly. ‘I still wouldn’t have been the son he wanted!’

‘But—’

‘Juliet, don’t interfere in things you can’t, and never will, understand,’ he bit out icily.

She couldn’t understand because she didn’t know, but it now seemed apparent that Simon had somehow been involved in the rift between father and older son. ‘I just think it’s a pity that you and William couldn’t have made your peace before he died.’ She shrugged heavily.

Liam glanced impatiently at his watch. ‘You now have five minutes to change for dinner, Juliet,’ he said, lightly changing the subject. ‘On past experience, I wouldn’t advise you to be late for one of Janet’s dinners!’

He was perfectly right about Janet’s strict adherence to the times for meals, and her displeasure if her food was ruined. But Juliet didn’t feel that she could eat anything even if she did manage to change in time; seeing Simon’s bedroom again so suddenly like that had robbed her of all appetite.

‘And don’t say you don’t feel like eating.’ Liam correctly read her next comment, although not the reason for it. ‘We’ve already been through that argument. Numerous times. And the doctor said I was to make sure you ate three healthy meals a day,’ he added warningly.

Juliet couldn’t help her gasp of laughter. ‘He said I was to make sure I ate three healthy meals a day, not you!’ she protested.

Liam turned her firmly in the direction of her bedroom. ‘Then make sure you do. Go and change. Quickly!’ he instructed firmly as she would have protested once again.

Juliet found herself in her bedroom, washing quickly, brushing her hair loosely about her shoulders, applying a light make-up, before she actually knew what she was doing. Liam was too damned fond of issuing orders—and to her chagrin she was obeying them!

She didn’t want to go down to dinner; she needed time to think about finding him in Simon’s bedroom like that—a bedroom that, now she thought about it, was virtually dust-free for a room that supposedly hadn’t been entered for seven years… She—

‘Hurry up and put your dress on, Juliet,’ an all too familiar voice said from the doorway. ‘We have one minute left before we’re both in trouble,’ Liam added warningly.

Juliet had turned sharply at the sound of his voice, staring at him wordlessly across the room. She was once again standing before him wearing only her underwear—a black bra and black lace panties this time, to go underneath the black knee-length dress she hadn’t yet had time to put on.

Liam stood across the room looking at her, his sleepy blue gaze moving slowly across the golden length of her body, lingering on the deep swell of her breasts before moving down the deep curve of her waist to her hips. ‘But maybe the trouble will be worth it,’ he murmured as he slowly crossed the room towards her.

Juliet watched him in mute fascination, unable to move, to protest as he took her in his arms, the gasp barely out of her lips before they were claimed by his.

His mouth made a gentle exploration of hers, his arms about her bare waist, one hand moving up the length of her spine to become entwined in the long cascade of her hair, his hand cradling her nape as he sipped and tasted her lips.

The kiss had been so sudden, so unexpected, that Juliet didn’t have time for resistance. Her hands tangled in the shirt at his waist, clinging to him as he moulded the length of her body to his, his thighs hard and powerful against her, the tip of his tongue moistly caressing the sensitivity of her lower lip before plunging into the warmth beyond.

Juliet felt invaded, as if the two of them were inexplicably joined, her will completely taken from her. If he had been roughly demanding she would have been able to break the spell, but, as it was, his lips and hands were sensually caressing, evoking a response in her that she was unable to deny.

His other hand moved up the curve of her waist to the gentle swell of her breast, cupping its softness, the thumb-tip moving rhythmically against the already hardened nipple. A heated warmth flooded her thighs at the intimate caress; her whole body felt aflame.

‘You’re so beautiful!’ Liam groaned as his lips left hers to travel the length of her neck and throat, his head bending even lower as, through the flimsy material, he took her other pert nipple into the warm cavern of his mouth, his tongue flicking erotically against the hardened nub.

Juliet gasped at the intimacy, her neck arched as she pressed even closer against those pleasuregiving lips, and almost fainted with pleasure as Liam’s hand moved to cup the warmth of her inner thighs, his palm moving rhythmically against her sensitivity.

This dual pleasure was almost too much to bear, her breathing ragged and shallow as she clung to his shoulders now—wide, powerful shoulders that evoked an eroticism of their own.

Liam raised his head to kiss the length of her throat once again, his lips warm and searching, his tongue flicking against a spot just below her earlobe as Juliet quivered in response. ‘So deceptively innocent,’ he murmured as he raised his head to look down at her with sleepy blue eyes.

Deceptively…? What…?

‘Miss Juliet!’ The call of her name was accompanied by a loud knock on the door. ‘It’s time for dinner,’ Janet continued lightly. ‘And I can’t find Mr Liam anywhere,’ she added worriedly.

The sound of Janet’s voice outside her room had done the one thing Juliet seemed unable to do herself, and that was to break the sensual spell which Liam had woven about her. She pulled sharply away from him, staring up at him with stricken eyes. What had she been doing?

‘Miss Juliet?’ Janet said again, concernedly this time. ‘Are you all right?’

She didn’t think so; she felt devastated by the intimacy she had just shared with Liam, of all people. She avoided his gaze as she moved to grab up her towelling robe from the bedroom chair, and had just tied the belt securely about her waist when Janet, having received no answer, came worriedly into the room.

The housekeeper’s eyes widened as they took in Liam’s presence in Juliet’s bedroom. ‘You didn’t answer the door, so I wasn’t sure…’ She trailed off awkwardly. ‘Dinner is ready,’ she added lamely, looking very uncomfortable.

Liam nodded curtly. ‘We’ll be down in a minute,’ he dismissed tersely.

‘I…Very well,’ Janet accepted abruptly, turning away. ‘I—I’m sorry if I disturbed you,’ she said uneasily, closing the door firmly behind her as she left.

Oh, God, how awful! How awful that any of it had happened at all, but that Janet should now have the wrong impression about them was just terrible. Because Janet was well aware of the fact that Juliet and Liam hadn’t even met until this last week!

She glanced awkwardly at Liam, not encouraged by the coldness of his expression, the derisive twist to his lips. But what right did he have to be derisive of her? He was the one who had instigated the intimacy, not she!

And it was an intimacy that made her cringe when she thought about it. There had been no one in her life since Simon—which made it all the worse that it was his older brother she had responded to!

Liam was watching her with narrowed eyes, that coldness still in his face. ‘You had better dress for dinner,’ he told her flatly.

She didn’t want to go down to dinner now: there was no way she could sit down at the table with him as if nothing had happened between them! No way could she ever be in his company again without remembering the intimate way he had touched and caressed her. That she had allowed him to touch and caress her!

His mouth twisted as he obviously sensed her refusal to join him. ‘Janet is already suspicious enough,’ he bit out scornfully. ‘I don’t really think we need to add fuel to that particular fire by my dining alone!’

Juliet could see his point, but she really didn’t see how she could have dinner with him and act as if nothing had happened.

‘This has turned into a real family affair, hasn’t it?’ he continued mockingly, his gaze moving scathingly over Juliet’s tangled hair and kiss-swollen lips.

She frowned. ‘What do you mean?’ It was the first time she had spoken since he had begun kissing her, and to her chagrin her voice sounded huskily low.

He shrugged. ‘You said earlier you knew my brother too?’

‘Yes.’ She was still frowning.

‘And just how well did you know dear Simon?’ he taunted. ‘Or did you know him before my father?’

She swallowed hard, the heat in her cheeks answer enough.

‘A family affair.’ He nodded coldly. ‘The father and both sons-—no mean feat really, is it?’ he said disgustedly. ‘Except that you didn’t quite add me to the list. And I have no intention of allowing you to do so in the future, either,’ he continued harshly. ‘You just failed the test, Juliet,’ he added scornfully.

She was still reeling from the insults he had just thrown at her. He couldn’t really think…? But she knew by the hard derision in his face that he did! ‘What test?’ she asked weakly.

Liam gave a dismissive shrug. ‘Whatever plans you have to draw me into this web you seem to have woven around the other Carlyle men, I advise you to forget them; this is a business affair to me. And sleeping with men may be the way you have got as far as you have, but as far as I’m concerned—’

Juliet didn’t give herself time to think, didn’t need time to think, her arm arching up and her hand making sharp contact with Liam’s left cheek. ‘Get out,’ she told him forcefully. ‘Just get out of my room!’ Her eyes sparkled, deeply grey.

He shrugged unconcernedly. ‘I wouldn’t advise you to do that again either, Juliet.’ The fingers of his left hand trailed pointedly down the cheek she had just slapped. ‘The next time I might retaliate in kind,’ he added grimly.

She stared at him, her eyes wide, feeling herself begin to sway even as the darkness threatened to engulf her.

‘Oh, no, you don’t,’ Liam said grimly as he gripped her beneath her arms and sat her down on the bed. ‘Not again,’ he added harshly, looking down at her.

Juliet was recovering as quickly as the blackness had seemed to envelop her, returning Liam’s gaze a little dazedly—at least she hadn’t passed out again.

His mouth twisted derisively. ‘Can you do that to order too, or is it just something you’re developing?’ he mocked harshly.

She shook her head slightly so that she could try to think clearly. ‘I don’t know what you mean,’ she finally said weakly.

‘Don’t you?’ he scoffed, his eyes glacial. ‘Perhaps you shouldn’t join me for dinner after all, Juliet. I have a feeling that if you did I might be tempted to strangle you before the end of the meal!’ he added, with self-disgust. ‘You certainly evoke those sorts of emotions in me.’ He shook his head. ‘I would advise you to get some sleep.’

He walked over to the door. ‘We’re going into the office tomorrow,’ he paused to tell her grimly. ‘And God knows what I’m going to find out there!’ He slammed out of the room.

Juliet hadn’t moved—couldn’t move; she could only sit on the bed and stare across the room at the door which Liam had just slammed so forcefully behind him.

Just what did he think he was going to find out at Carlyle Properties…?