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by Cathy Williams

  ‘No.’ Jake conceded the point. He had the feeling there were a lot of things Eve didn’t do, and he badly wanted to know why.

  ‘Anyway—’ Cassandra seemed to think it would be all right to change the subject now ‘—when am I going to see you?’

  You’re kidding, right?

  For one awful moment Jake thought he’d said the words out loud, but it soon became obvious from Cassandra’s anticipation that he hadn’t. ‘I—’ He sought for an answer. ‘Let me get back to you on that. Right now I’ve just got back from San Felipe and I’m pretty tied up.’

  ‘Oh.’ Cassandra’s response was predictably terse. ‘So you don’t want to hear my news, then?’

  Jake stifled a sigh. ‘I thought I just did.’

  ‘No.’ Cassandra sniffed. ‘I mean my news. About my part in Evermore.’ She paused, evidently waiting for him to respond, and when he didn’t she went on resentfully, ‘Honestly, I thought you’d be pleased to hear that the preliminary showings—you know, to the press and the executives and so on—have all been positive, and I’ve been offered a three-month extension of my contract.’

  ‘Great.’ Jake wondered how she could consider that more important than her mother’s health. ‘So you’ll be working in London for the foreseeable future?’

  ‘Yes. Marvellous, isn’t it? Whenever you’re in town, I’ll be available.’

  I’ll just bet you will, thought Jake sourly, not really understanding why her callous attitude should matter so much to him. Okay, so he’d really liked her mother, but so what? He couldn’t make himself responsible for Cassandra’s shortcomings.

  No, the truth was, it was Eve he was concerned about. Eve—who’d been expected to bear the whole weight of the old lady’s illness. And it was because of Eve that he was considering how soon he could ditch his schedule and take a flight up to Northumberland.

  CHAPTER NINE

  IT WAS late when Jake reached Watersmeet. He’d managed to get an afternoon flight, but what with it being an hour late, and the complications of renting a hire car, it was after six when he reached Falconbridge.

  There were lights, as before, in the downstairs windows of the house, though this time the curtains were drawn. The arrival of his Ford, which had been all that was on offer, had apparently gone unnoticed, and Jake got out and locked the car before approaching the door.

  Once again it was bitterly cold, but this time he was prepared for it. He’d bought himself a cashmere overcoat at Heathrow before boarding the plane, and although he hadn’t bothered to fasten it, it was still incredibly warm.

  A strange man opened the door to his knock, and Jake gazed at him with wary eyes. Who the hell was this? It couldn’t be the Reverend Murray, could it? Had the bastard wheedled his way back into Eve’s good graces while Mrs Robertson had been ill? He hoped to God he wasn’t here because the old lady had taken a turn for the worse.

  ‘Yes? Can I help you?’

  There was such confidence in the man’s tone that Jake revised his opinion. Besides, Eve had said Murray was a young man, whereas this guy had to be fifty if he was a day. The doctor, perhaps?

  ‘Er—my name’s Romero.’ Dammit, this was awkward. He hadn’t prepared for this eventuality. ‘I’m a friend of—’ He could hardly say the family so he compromised. ‘Of Mrs Robertson’s daughter.’

  ‘Yeah? Cass.’ The man didn’t sound impressed. ‘Well, she’s not here.’

  ‘I know that—’

  ‘Who is it, Adam?’

  Jake heard Eve’s voice before he saw her, and he was amazed at the sudden clenching he felt in his gut at the sound. God, he was actually apprehensive of seeing her again, apprehensive of how she’d react when she saw him.

  The man—Adam?—half turned at her approach, and because her attention was on him Jake had a moment to absorb her appearance before she noticed him.

  She looked tired, he thought at once, the smoky eyes rimmed with dark circles. It was obvious that she hadn’t been sleeping well; worried about the old lady, no doubt, unlike Cassandra. Even her hair wasn’t neatly plaited, as it had been before. Instead, it was drawn back with a simple ribbon that allowed strands of silky dark hair to stray over the shoulders of the baggy beige cardigan she was wearing.

  It made her look younger, he thought, feeling the pull of an attraction that was as insistent as it was out of place. Unlike the cardigan, which had to be a cast-off of the old lady’s. It successfully covered her from shoulder to hip, its bulky folds hiding the womanly shape he knew was beneath.

  ‘Jake—Mr Romero!’ She’d seen him now, and her eyes had widened in disbelief. ‘What are you doing here? Is—?’ She looked beyond him. ‘Is Cassie with you?’

  ‘No—’

  It wasn’t the welcome he could have wished for, but it wasn’t unexpected. However, before he could explain, the other man intervened. ‘You know him?’ he asked in some surprise. ‘I was just telling him Cassie’s not here.’ ‘I knew that.’ Jake had a struggle to keep the edge out of his voice, but he had no intention of letting this guy screw up his reasons for being here. ‘May I come in?’

  Eve glanced at the man beside her and then stepped back. ‘I expect so,’ she said, though there was little enthusiasm in her voice. ‘I gather you’re on your own. Did Cassie send you?’

  ‘No, she—didn’t,’ he said, biting back a choice epithet with an effort. He stepped over the threshold, ignoring Adam’s grudging stare, and breathed a sigh of relief when the door closed behind him. ‘So—how is the old lady?’

  Eve looked surprised. ‘You know she’s been ill?’

  Jake sighed. ‘Obviously.’

  ‘So Cassie did send you?’

  ‘No!’

  ‘But she knows you’re here?’

  Jake shook his head. ‘No to that, too.’

  ‘Then how did you—?’

  ‘I’ve spoken to Cassandra,’ Jake put in levelly. ‘That’s all.’

  Eve looked as if she was having some trouble in taking this in, and Adam seemed to decide that he deserved to know what was going on.

  ‘Who is this chap, Eve?’ he asked, giving Jake a suspicious look. ‘I thought he said he was a friend of Cassie’s?’

  ‘He is.’

  Eve couldn’t blame him for being confused. She was having a struggle dealing with Jake’s arrival herself, and it was difficult to be objective when just seeing him again had thrown all her carefully won indifference into chaos.

  He looked so good, she thought, unconsciously pressing a hand to the suddenly hollow place beneath her ribs. In a long camel-coloured overcoat, open over black jeans and a matching sweater, and low-heeled black boots on his feet, he looked even better than she remembered, and she desperately wanted to tell him how glad she was to see him.

  But of course she couldn’t do that. Apart from the fact that Adam was standing watching him, with a look of wary speculation on his face, Jake was still Cassie’s property, not hers.

  ‘So if he’s Cassie’s—friend—’ Jake didn’t miss the deliberate emphasis Adam laid on that word ‘—and he says he knew Cass wasn’t here, why the hell has he come?’

  ‘You could start by asking me,’ Jake observed pleasantly, even though he itched to make his own contribution to the aggression in the atmosphere. Forcing himself to concentrate on Eve instead, he said, ‘How is Mrs Robertson. You didn’t say.’

  ‘My mother’s fairly fit, considering,’ Adam answered for her, and the relief he felt at discovering that Adam wasn’t some unknown admirer but Cassandra’s brother made Jake feel ridiculously euphoric. ‘What’s it to you?’

  ‘Adam, you don’t understand—’

  ‘I stayed here for a few days last November,’ Jake informed him smoothly, overriding Eve’s protest. ‘With your sister, as it happens. I got to know your mother then. I liked her, and when Cassandra said—’

  ‘Who?’

  ‘Cassandra.’ Jake was patient. He’d already realised that her family never used her formal name. ‘
When she told me her mother had had a stroke, I was concerned.’

  ‘Unlike Cassie,’ said Adam tersely. ‘That’s her real name, by the way. Cassandra’s just an affectation she uses when she’s acting.’

  ‘Adam—’

  Once again Eve tried to intervene, but Adam wasn’t having any. ‘I still don’t get it,’ he persisted, glancing sideways at her. ‘Is there something going on here that I should know about?’

  ‘No!’ Eve’s denial was heartfelt, and Jake, who had had no intention of discussing his actions with Adam, guessed that a less arrogant man than himself would have taken that as his cue to get out of there. But he didn’t. Giving him a covert look from beneath her lashes, she added, ‘Look, why don’t we all go into the library? It’ll be warmer in there, and we can at least offer Mr Romero a drink, Adam.’

  Adam shrugged his bulky shoulders. In appearance he was a lot more like his mother than his sister was, and it was obvious he resented the intrusion of a man he considered little more than Cassandra’s—Cassie’s—latest admirer. But he didn’t argue, which impressed Jake. Evidently Eve’s opinion carried more weight in this household than he’d imagined.

  And it was infinitely warmer in the library. Looking about him, Jake was amazed at how much he remembered of this room, at how familiar it was. And memorable, he thought ruefully. He’d been standing right there when he’d done the unforgivable and kissed Eve. Poor fool that he was, he’d thought he could comfort her. That as soon as he laid his hands on her she’d realise what she’d been missing all along. Yeah, right.

  Instead of that she’d stamped on his manhood and his self-respect, and he’d only just got away with saving his dignity.

  ‘Would you like Scotch?’

  Eve had moved to the drinks cabinet and was looking at him, and Jake gave her what he hoped was an encouraging smile. ‘Great,’ he said. Then, remembering he was driving, ‘Just a small one, please. Over ice, if you have it.’

  Adam snorted. He’d made his way across to the hearth and was now standing warming his back in front of the blazing fire. ‘Waste of good whisky, if you ask me,’ he muttered. ‘Who ruins a good drop of Scotch with ice?’

  ‘I do,’ said Jake, determined not to let the other man rile him. ‘Do you live in the village, Mr Robertson?’

  ‘No.’ Adam’s bushy brows drew together above a bulbous nose as he spoke. ‘I’ve got a farm further up the valley. Didn’t Cass tell you?’

  In actual fact, Cassandra—Cass—had told him very little about her family. Which had suited him very well. But after introducing him to her mother, she might have mentioned that she had a brother in the area, too.

  ‘Did you drive up from London today?’

  Eve was speaking, evidently realising that Adam was bent on being objectionable and trying to keep the peace.

  ‘No. I took a flight to Newcastle,’ Jake answered easily. ‘I rented a car at the airport.’

  ‘To come here?’ said Adam unpleasantly. ‘How sweet.’

  Jake wondered if the man had a death wish. Right now he was having a hard time keeping his temper with the evidence of Eve’s exhaustion there in front of his eyes. Did this guy have any conception that she appeared to be bearing the whole burden of the old lady’s illness? What contribution had he made, apart from behaving like the ignorant lout he was?

  ‘Ellie will be pleased to see you,’ said Eve hurriedly, once again trying to lighten the mood. ‘She’s been virtually confined to her room since her illness. She’ll be delighted to see a fresh face.’

  ‘And such a pretty face,’ said Adam sarcastically, clearly under the impression that Jake wouldn’t—or couldn’t—retaliate.

  But this time Jake had had enough. ‘Have you got a problem with me being here?’ he demanded, ignoring Eve’s automatic attempt to come between them. ‘Stay out of this,’ he advised her, keeping his attention focussed on the other man. ‘Well? Have you?’

  Adam blustered. ‘That’s not the point.’

  ‘Then what is?’ Jake was intimidating in this mood, and Eve realised her uncle had definitely underestimated him. ‘As I understand it, you don’t own this house. So you don’t have any say over who comes or goes, right?’

  Adam was clearly agitated, but he stood his ground. ‘Well, she doesn’t,’ he snorted, gesturing towards Eve. ‘It’s not her house, either.’

  Which was a perfectly pointless thing to say, in Jake’s opinion. Dammit, he knew it wasn’t Eve’s house. She only worked here. Despite what Cassandra had said about her being a distant relative, she was obviously treated more like a housemaid than a member of the family.

  ‘He knows that, Adam,’ Eve protested, putting a glass into Jake’s hand now, as if that would prevent him from shoving his fist in the other man’s fleshy face. ‘For goodness’ sake, what’s wrong with you? Mr Romero’s a guest, not an intruder. And, whether you like it or not, Ellie likes him.’

  Adam grunted. ‘If you say so.’

  ‘I do say so.’ Eve gave him a glass, too. ‘Now, drink your drink and stop behaving like an idiot.’

  ‘Who are you calling an idiot?’ Adam was indignant, but Jake was amazed to see a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He gave a Jake a grudging look and then added gruffly, ‘Sorry. But Cass’s admirers usually rub me up the wrong way.’

  Jake was taken aback. He’d never expected the man to apologise, and he supposed he should feel grateful to Eve for rescuing the situation. But he didn’t. He was put out now, and he badly wanted to take his frustration out on someone.

  Speaking between his teeth, he said, ‘I guess this has been a rough time for both of you. Eve certainly looks as if she’s borne the brunt of it.’

  ‘Jake!’

  Eve used his name without thinking, but he barely had time to register his approval before Adam said, ‘I’ve got a farm to run, Mr Romero. A hundred and fifty acres and two hundred head of cattle that need milking twice a day. Doesn’t leave me much time for anything else.’

  ‘Then perhaps you ought to have thought of employing an agency nurse to look after your mother?’ retorted Jake, swallowing half his Scotch in one gulp. ‘Eve’s not a servant, you know.’

  ‘I know that.’ Adam’s voice rose an octave, but then he seemed to think better of tangling with the younger man. ‘Anyway, what’s it to you? Eve’s big enough to make her own complaints if she wants to.’

  ‘For goodness’ sake!’ It was Eve who spoke. ‘Will you two stop behaving as if I wasn’t here? I was quite happy to look after Ellie, Mr Romero. And Adam would have hired a nurse if I’d asked him to. As it is, he’s going to take her to recuperate at the farm for a couple of weeks, so I can have a rest. Okay?’

  Jake’s jaw compressed. ‘Is that true?’

  ‘What? That Ellie’s going to the farm for a couple of weeks?’ Eve sighed. ‘Yes, it is, as it happens. Adam’s wife used to be a nurse, so she’s quite capable of looking after her. Satisfied?’

  He blew out a breath. ‘I guess so.’

  ‘Good.’

  Eve sipped at the diet cola she’d poured for herself and hoped her words had defused the situation. Her earlier excitement at seeing Jake again had been dissipated by the atmosphere he and Adam had created, but that was probably just as well. Nevertheless, she was left with the uneasy awareness that she had let her feelings blind her to the real dangers here. She didn’t honestly know why Jake had come. She could only take his words about her grandmother at face value. But she knew that whatever he said, whatever he wanted of her, she couldn’t allow a momentary madness to develop into something even more destructive.

  ‘Look, I’m going up to say goodbye to my mother before I leave,’ Adam said suddenly, crossing the room to deposit his empty glass on the tray. He turned to Jake. ‘Why don’t you come up and see her? As Eve says, she’ll probably be glad to have someone different to talk to.’

  Jake only hesitated a moment. Despite the fact that he’d been waiting for Adam to leave so that he could s
peak to Eve alone, he couldn’t ignore the olive branch the other man was extending.

  ‘Thanks,’ he said stiffly. ‘I’d like that.’

  When they’d gone, Eve breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment there she’d thought Jake was going to refuse—and how could she have explained that to her uncle? As it was, she just hoped their armistice would last as long as it took to visit Ellie and convince her that Jake’s only reason for coming here had been to assure himself that she’d suffered no ill effects from the attack.

  And it was probably true, Eve thought, gathering the dirty glasses onto a tray and carrying it to the door. After all, it was hardly flattering to know that the main thing he’d noticed about her was how tired she looked. As compared to Cassie, she assumed, her lips tightening with sudden pain. So what was new?

  Jake hadn’t come down when she returned to the library, and, unwilling to sit there waiting for him, Eve decided to go out to the stables. She knew Storm Dancer would already be safe in her stall. Mick, the man Mr Trivett employed to do all the odd jobs around the estate, would have seen to that. But she always gained a certain amount of comfort from the mare’s company, and hopefully Jake would get the message and leave before she got back.

  Storm Dancer was munching happily from her feed bag when Eve rested her folded arms along the rails of her stall. The mare looked up, but she didn’t come to greet her, and Eve guessed that even the promise of an apple wouldn’t distract her from her food.

  ‘Your loss, old girl,’ Eve said, and with a rueful smile she glanced behind her. There was a neat stack of straw bales piled against the wall opposite, and she pulled a couple down to make a seat.

  Watching the mare was almost as soothing to her ruffled nerves as grooming her would be, and, propping her elbows on her knees, Eve cupped her chin in her hands.

  She guessed she must have been sitting there for fifteen minutes when she became aware that she was no longer alone. Jake was leaning with folded arms against the empty stall next to Storm Dancer’s. His booted feet were crossed at the ankle and there was a disturbingly intent look on his lean, dark face.