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He said nothing. The sincerity of her remark was obvious.
“But where are the people?” A
He looked at her.
“You’ve created an appropriate setting, but you’re alone here. This house looks like a museum.”
“I’m never here,” he said stiffly. “In the past I’ve stayed mostly at my town house in Miami.”
“Then why buy this place here? To prove to the townies that you could?” A
“I do as I damn well please—I don’t have to justify myself to you,” he replied, not looking at her.
“Who takes care of this place?”
“I employ a couple who live in the guest house out back. I gave them the week off when I knew we were getting married.”
“Didn’t want any witnesses to the torture?” A
He walked over to the liquor trolley by the bay window and poured himself two fingers of Scotch.
“You’ve changed, Princess. You never used to indulge in self-pity,” he said.
The telephone rang.
“Does anybody know we’re here?” A
“I left word at my office that we would be stopping off at the house. You might want to check in the den to the left of the front hall—I had your boxes put in there when they arrived from New York. See if everything you need is there.”
Heath went to the kitchen to answer the phone and A
She moved into the den and slit the tape on the boxes with a brass letter opener she found on the desk. It didn’t take her long to determine that her neighbor had sent the clothes and personal effects she had requested, including her computer disks, but the specially packed computer box had not arrived.
“Everything there?” Heath said from the doorway.
“Everything except my computer. I need it to work.”
“Do you have the disks?”
“Yes.”
“Then buy another computer.” He took out his wallet and extracted a credit card from it, tossing the card onto the desk. “There’s a computer store on Big Palm. We’ll be going there, anyway, so you can stop off and get whatever you need.”
“Why will we be going to Big Palm?” A
“The honeymoon’s over, Princess. Something’s come up. I have to be at a meeting tomorrow so the trip to Caneel Bay is off.”
A
“You don’t seem devastated by this piece of information,” he said dryly.
“I’m not.”
“Why?”
“I wasn’t exactly up for Honeymoon Heaven. To have to be with other people obviously in love, when we’re...”
“In hate?” he suggested. “I’ve booked the bridal suite at the Imperial Plaza for tonight,” he said, smiling at her change of expression. “We’ll stay there until Daniela and Victor return.”
“Why can’t we stay here?” A
“There’s no food in the house, nobody to cook it if there were,” he replied.
“I’m not helpless, Heath. I can go to a store and operate a stove, and for that matter—”
“No,” he said quietly.
A
“Do you want to pack some of your things?” he asked. “There’s a suitcase in the bedroom.”
A
“There’s a dressing room through there,” he said, pointing. “You can use the closet and chest of drawers. This bed, of course, you will be sharing with me.”
A
He had, apparently, thought of everything.
When she returned he had discarded his tie and was carrying an overnight bag in his hand.
“Ready?” he said.
A
As he backed the car out of the garage Heath said to her, “Didn’t it strike you as odd that I didn’t have you sign a prenuptial agreement? I’m worth quite a bit of money, you know.”
“Yes, Heath, I know. You’ve made that very clear.”
“Well?”
“I’m sure you have it covered,” A
“That’s right, I do. So don’t get any ideas about ditching me after a few months and walking away with a fortune, you’ll find that my lawyers can make that very difficult. You can understand my concern, since ditching me was one of your areas of expertise, as I recall.”
A
His profile was grim, but clean as a coin’s, his mouth firm, his nose arched and strong, his lush hair spilling onto his forehead. Just the sight of him made her heart beat faster. Why couldn’t he be less desirable? she wondered. Why couldn’t he have gotten fat or bald or somehow less attractive, so she could just close her eyes and think of England, like those Victorian ladies with portly husbands who did their British duty? But she still wanted Heath too much, still thrilled whenever he touched her. It was going to be hard work not to fall desperately in love with him all over again no matter how badly he treated her. She couldn’t help thinking that the real Heath was still in there somewhere. The passionate, headstrong Heath she had known, was hiding behind the facade of this sarcastic, bloodless millionaire.
He turned and caught her staring at him.
“What are you thinking?” he asked sharply.
“Just that you haven’t changed very much.”
“You’re wrong there. I have.”
“I meant physically.”
“Neither have you. A little ski
A
“Do you enjoy what you do?” he asked suddenly.
“What?”
“The writing. Do you enjoy it?”
“Yes. Very much.”
“Why?”
“Well, the research takes me away. It’s almost like living in the time and place I’m studying when I’m preparing the work. And then writing the story is like...” she hesitated.
“Dreaming on paper?” he suggested.
A
“That should suit you just fine. You always had your head in the clouds,” he said. “Your brother couldn’t have shipped ScriptSoft out from under you if you had been paying the slightest bit of attention to what he was doing.”
“I never cared what he did with the company, Heath.”
“Why not? It was your money he was throwing away, too, wasn’t it?”
“I didn’t want to be reminded of my life in Florida, of my father, of any of it.”
“Or of me.”
“I never forgot you,” A
“I don’t know, A
“I went to see your father when I came home from school that Christmas,” A
“Couldn’t is more like it. I assume that he was dead drunk at the time?”