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She took a deep breath to steady her fluttering nerves. 'I'll try.'

'But for God's sake don't breathe like that in that apology for a gown!' he exclaimed irritably, and would have said more, if the thunderous expression on his dark face was anything to go by. But at that moment the doorbell chimed. . .

CHAPTER THREE

As Zoe stood in the huge old panelled hall with Justin at her side, his proprietorial arm around her waist, her doubts of the past few weeks vanished. She had never been happier as they greeted the constant flow of guests.

She welcomed Judge Master and his wife Mary with a kiss on their cheeks, while Justin looked indulgently on. She was not quite as enthusiastic with Sara Blacket and her husband, but soon she was having difficulty keeping track of who every one was.

Then, to her surprise, a tall, rangy stranger appeared, looking for all the world like a cowboy. She hesitated for a second, then let out a startled cry of joy. It had been seven years but there was no mistaking Wayne Sutton, the Texan. He had been a friend of her parents for years and she remembered him as being particularly kind to her when she was a child in California.

'Wayne, I can't believe it. . .' She grinned up into his deeply tanned, handsome face. 'How did you get here?'

'I walked on water of course,' he teased with masculine arrogance.

It would not have surprised her if he had. From being a rising young executive when her parents were alive he was now the head of one of the major studios in Hollywood, yet he couldn't have been much over forty.

'Let me look at you,' Wayne drawled provocatively and, casually pulling her out of her husband's arms, he held her hands wide and gave her a long, lingering scrutiny. 'You're more beautiful than your mother ever was. How about becoming a film star?'

'Hands off!' Justin cut in, hauling her back to his side. 'The lady is spoken for, Wayne.' The two men held each other's gaze, sizing each other up rather like two stags at bay.

Zoe's puzzled eyes shot from one to the other. 'You know each other?'

'Wayne and I spoke on the telephone last week,' Justin said curtly. 'And he is here tonight in his capacity as the executor of your trust fund. Nothing more.'

'No business tonight, Wayne.' She deliberately spoke to the Texan, not at all happy with Justin's tone of voice. She reached up and kissed Wayne's cheek. 'I should scold you,' she teased. 'To think that you've spoken to my husband and yet not once have you got in touch with me!' She pouted, flirting outrageously.

'Hey, honey, that's not true. Surely you got my Valentine's cards? Damn it! I paid the agency in London enough for the service. I knew you would miss not getting one from your dad, so I kind of took his place.'

Her smile faltered. All these years it had been Wayne and not Justin. . . 'Yes, yes, of course. Thank you, Wayne; I appreciated the gesture; I just forgot.' She felt the colour rise in her face and quickly changed the subject. 'But come on; you're here to enjoy yourself— bar's second door on the left and there's champagne everywhere.' She indicated the hovering waiters balancing trays loaded with glasses of champagne.

'Whatever you say, gorgeous.' Wayne winked. 'Now, let me find the bourbon.' And he walked off towards the bar.

Justin's skin darkened with colour. 'There was no need to kiss the man.'

'Why, I do believe you're jealous!' Zoe teased. She was stupidly hurt to discover after all these years that the cards had not come from Justin, but she was determined not to show it.

'It's that damned dress,' Justin bent down to murmur in her ear. 'Every time you reach up, I have palpitations in case you pop out the top.'

She glanced up, her eyes clashing with his. His sho

w of possession was flattering, and she laughed out loud, her humour restored. To the people watching, the stern barrister's responding laughter came as something of a shock.

For the rest of the introductions Zoe relaxed easily in her husband's hold, until she felt Justin tense, his fingers tightening imperceptibly on her waist. She shot him a sidelong glance; his rugged features were set in an impassive mask. She looked back to the couple in front of her. She knew the man, Bob Oliver, a junior partner in the law firm; her glance shifted to his red-headed companion, and immediately she knew the reason for Justin's sudden tension. Janet Ord had been his companion at Zoe's eighteenth birthday. . .

'Bob and Janet, how nice to see you again; it must be three years.' She tried to lighten the atmosphere. She was Justin's wife and she wanted to show him that she was adult enough to realise that it was only to be expected that eventually she would bump into one of his old girlfriends. The law, and those who pursued it in England, comprised quite an insular community.

'Good to see you, Bob—Janet.'

She heard Justin's voice, cool and clipped, and wondered at the unmistakable frostiness in his tone. But at that moment the busload of friends from Magnum Advertising arrived, and she forgot all about Justin's peculiar reticence with his junior partner and Janet. A few hours later she was to remember and wonder how she could have been such a fool. . .

She looked around the crowded room, her blue eyes shining like stars. The party was going brilliantly; the caterers had done a superb job on the buffet and the large formal dining-room was subjected to a constant stream of guests. In the small ballroom, opened for the first time in years for the occasion, an enthusiastic quintet played a good mixture of popular and rock music.

'Quite a triumph,' Justin murmured, turning her into his arms and grinning down at her. 'Though I should be angry with you. You never mentioned the pipsqueak Nigel was one of your guests.'

'I could say the same,' she teased back, confident in his love. 'You never mentioned that the luscious Janet was invited.'

His grin vanished, his face going peculiarly rigid. 'I did not invite the lady. I ruined your eighteenth party by inviting that woman—do you really think I would be so unthinking as to repeat the mistake?'

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