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Her voice was hollow.
Jenny just stared; she was beyond speech, Anna could see—wound up so tight she would break if stressed any further.
Carefully, Anna went and sat down beside her.
Jenny turned huge distended eyes on her.
‘Do you know—’ her voice sounded taut and strange ‘—Khalil wanted to give me a ruby bracelet? I said no. He wanted to give me lots of jewels, but I always said no. It made him angry, I know. He hid it, but it did.’ Her eyes went down to the ruby bracelet lying across the palm of her hand, winking in the lamplight.
‘It’s ironic, isn’t it?’ she said, and her voice still had that strange breaking quality about it. ‘If I’d just taken one, just one of all the jewels he wanted to give me, I’d be all right now. I could sell it and have enough…enough money to…to escape with. But I never took them. Not one. Even though he wanted to give them to me.’
She touched one of the stones with her finger.
Carefully, very carefully, Anna spoke.
‘But these aren’t Khalil’s jewels, Jen. And he never gave them to you.’ She paused. ‘I’ll take the bracelet back.’
She reached across to lift it from Jenny’s palm. For a moment so brief it hardly happened she saw Jenny’s fingers start to claw shut over the bracelet. Then, as if exerting a vast invisible effort, the fingers stilled.
‘You can’t keep it, Jen. You know you can’t.’
Anna’s voice was quiet, reassuring.
Slowly Jenny opened her palm completely, letting the glittering stones run red across her hand. She stared down at them.
Anna lifted them away. Her heart was beating fast, the icy water still in her stomach. Slowly she got to her feet. Her mind was racing, almost going into panic. But she mustn’t panic—she mustn’t.
What the hell am I going to do?
And, shooting right through her panicking brain, came one grim question.
How long have we got before it’s discovered missing?
Claws pincered in her stomach. The security arrangements for the Levantsky jewels were draconian. They had to be, obviously. Every time they were brought out or put away—either for a shoot, or for her and the other models to wear the night before—security guards were all over the place. Every item was catalogued and signed in and out on a computerised check system personally entered by Leo Makarios’s sidekick, Justin.
So how the hell had Jenny walked off with a bracelet?
There was no time to think about that—no time to do anything except hope and pray she could somehow, anyhow, get the bracelet back.
Back where, though?
She could hardly just swan up to Justin and calmly inform him he’d missed a piece! Everyone would go totally ballistic! There’d be a full-scale Spanish Inquisition, and that would end up with every damn finger in the Schloss pointing at Jenny!
And that was all Jenny needed! Police sirens and lawyers and the press—and a prison sentence for theft.
Because one thing was for sure. Leo Makarios was not the type to let anyone, anyone waltz off with a single Levantsky jewel!
She swallowed. She must not panic Jenny. Whatever happened, that was essential. Jenny was on the edge of a total breakdown, she could see. Well, already over the edge, actually, she realised, if she’d been driven to try and walk off with a priceless ruby bracelet…
Anna forced her voice to sound calm.
‘Don’t go anywhere, Jen. Just stay here. And don’t answer the door unless it’s me. Promise?’
The other girl still seemed to be in a state of shock. Anna wasn’t surprised. God knew what state she must have been in to even think of taking any of the Levantsky jewels—and as for actually taking any…
Her stomach churning, panic nipping at her, Anna slipped out of Jenny’s bedroom, hastily stuffing the bracelet inside the pocket of her trousers.
Its weight hung like a dead, accusing albatross.
She felt sick with fear.
Leo could hear his mobile vibrating deep beneath his skiing jacket as he slewed to a halt at the end of the run. With the light gone, his guests were discarding their skis and getting ready to board the waiting fleet of four-by-fours to take them back down to the Schloss.
Leo wished each and every one of them to perdition. He’d had to smile and converse and be a good host all damn day, and totally hide from them that inside he was in a worse mood than he could recall for a very long time. His temper was evil. He could feel it, lashing around inside him, not allowed an outlet.
But he knew exactly what outlet it wanted.
And it was one it wasn’t going to get.
He wanted that damn girl, and he wasn’t going to have her.
Anna Delane.
Sable-haired and breathtakingly desirable…
