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And Nick had made his wishes coolly and brutally clear.
They were going to talk.
As he resumed his seal, she said in a small, brittle voice, 'I feel as if someone should read me ray rights."
'I already know mine,' he said shortly. 'I've had plenty of time to consider them.' He signalled to the waiter to bring more coffee.
'I don't want anything else,' she told him quickly.
'Then you can sit and chat to me while I have some. Doesn't that paint a nice domestic picture?'
'Nick,' she said, deciding to jump straight in, 'do we really have to do this? Can't we just accept that our marriage was a seriously bad idea and call it quits? I—I'd honestly like to go home.'
'An excellent idea,' he said affably. 'Why don't we do just that? Unfortunately, at the moment home for me happens to be the Majestic Hotel—a flagrant misnomer, if ever there was one.' He gave her a small, cold smile. 'I wonder if I could get them under the Trades Description act? However,' he went on, 'with uncanny prescience, they've given me the bridal suite, so perhaps I should forgive their delusions of grandeur.' He drank down his espresso. 'Shall we go?'
She could suddenly feel the hectic drumming of her pulses. Hear the silent scream of No in her dry throat. She thought. He doesn't mean that. He can't...
Aloud, she said shakily, 'I'm going nowhere with you. You seem lo have overlooked the fact that I've left you.'
'Oh, no, darling,' he said with corrosive lightness. 'I remember that incredibly well. Our wedding day, right? In fact, the ink was barely dry on the register when you scarpered.'
She said stiffly, 'I suppose you deserve some kind of explanation.'
'Yes,' he said, and his voice seemed to remove a layer of her skin. ‘I bloody well do. And maybe an apology for making a fool of me quite so publicly. That would be a beginning.'
She bit her lip. 'Yes, of course. I—I'm sorry about that.'
'But nothing else?' Nick divined grimly.
She thought. You were making a fool of me in private—or does that not count?
She lifted her chin. 'It was something I had to do. I felt I had no choice.' She hesitated. 'What— what did you tell people?'
'I couldn't manage the truth,' he said. 'Because I didn't know what it was. I had no farewell note— no "Dear John" blotched with penitent tears to point me in the right direction. So I simply let it be known that you'd had a change of heart, however late in the day, and that we'd agreed to separate.'
He paused. 'You see, my sweet, at first I didn't realise what had happened. You'd taken the car, so originally I assumed there'd been an accident. I wasted a hell of a lot of time making increasingly frantic hospital calls, until the police called to say they'd picked up some kids joy-riding. They'd stolen your car from a station car park twenty miles away and written it off. The guy in the ticket office there recognised you from our engagement photograpls—now, there's an irony—and said you'd bought a ticket to London. One way.' His mouth twisted harshly. Cally looked down at the tablecloth, tracing meaningless patterns on the white linen with her forefinger. 'So you did—go looking for me?'
'No,' he said. 'Not at first. Frankly, I was too bloody angry. So I thought, to hell with it and her.'
'You should have left it like that.'
'Ah,' he said softly. 'But I too underwent a change of heart.'
There was a loaded silence then she said jerkily, 'How— how did you know where to find me?"
'Except for those first weeks, I've always known where to find you.'
A shiver chilled her spine, and she closed her eyes momentarily. 'And I thought I'd managed lo cover my tracks. That if I kept moving I'd drop out of sight."
‘Oh, finding you was the easy part,' he said sardonically. 'Deciding what to do about it was trickier." He paused. ' There was a lime, you see, when I thought you might come back. That you might find living with me marginally preferable to slaving away in various greasy spoons.' The grey eyes met hers. 'But you never did.'
'No,' she said. 'Because I thought I was free. It never occurred to me that I was simply on the end of a long rope."
There was a silence then he said, 'What made you come here?'
She shrugged. 'It's the same as any other place. Audit seemed—anonymous.'
He said drily, 'It's about to undergo a revival. Someone's decided the town has commuter possibilities. Hence Guoners Wharf.'
'And hence your presence here, too.' Her voice was taut.
'It seemed too good an opportunity lo miss,' he said slowly, and she knew he was not referring to the development . Or not solely. And felt her heartbeat falter in panic.
She said hurriedly, 'Eastern Crest—is that a new acquisition? I didn't recognise the name...'
