In Bed With...Collection

He looked at her quizzically. ‘Tetsuya’s up to your expectations?’

‘Yes. Absolutely.’ That was better, more emphatic.

‘Are you sick or something?’

‘No.’

He sat back in his chair and gave her his wise look. ‘Then why do you look like death warmed up, Laura?’

She sighed, accepting the fact there was very little she could hide from Eddie. He had a very shrewd talent for boring straight through any camouflage she put up. ‘I think Jake said goodbye to me this morning and I’m not ready to say goodbye to him,’ she said, shrugging in an attempt to minimise her dilemma.

Eddie grimaced and rose from his chair, waving her to the table. ‘Come and sit down. I’ll get you a cup of coffee. It might perk you up a bit.’

She slumped into a chair, feeling weirdly drained of energy.

‘Why do you think he said goodbye?’ Eddie asked as he poured coffee from the percolator.

Laura relived the scene in her mind. ‘He put me into the taxi at the hotel, touched my cheek and said, “It’s been good. Thank you.” Usually he shares the taxi with me and tells me where we’ll meet next week, but this morning he shut the door on me and waved me off.’

‘It’s been good,’ Eddie repeated, musing over the past tense. He shook his head as he brought her the shot of caffeine and resumed his seat across the table from her. ‘If he’d said was good…’

‘No, it was been good. I’m not mistaken about that, Eddie.’

He grimaced. ‘Got to say it sounds like a cut-off line to me. Do you have any idea why?’

‘No. None. Which is why I’m so…in a mess about it.’

‘No little niggles about how he was responding to you? Like maybe getting bored with the routine you’d established?’

‘I’m not stupid, Eddie. I’d know if he was bored,’ she cried, though right now she didn’t feel certain about anything.

‘Okay. He wasn’t bored but he was saying goodbye regardless of the pleasures you both shared. That only leaves one motive, Laura,’ Eddie said ruefully.

‘What?’

‘You’ve served your purpose.’

She shook her head in helpless confusion. ‘I don’t understand. What purpose?’

‘You can bet it’s something to do with dear old Dad.’

‘But we’ve kept our whole relationship away from him,’ she protested.

‘You have, but how can you possibly know that Jake has?’

‘He promised me…’

‘Laura, Laura…’ Eddie looked pained. ‘I warned you from the start that this is a guy who plays all the angles. He’s not our father’s right-hand man for nothing. He’s obviously worked at winning Dad’s trust. He’s worked at winning yours. But let me remind you, James Bond plays his own game and I think you’ve just been treated to one of them—love ’em and leave ’em.’

James Bond… She’d stopped connecting Jake to the legendary 007 character. He was the man she wanted, the man she loved, the man she’d dreamed of having for the rest of her life. Had she been an absolute fool, getting so caught up with him? Hadn’t Jake felt anything for her beyond the desire to take her to bed? How could the strong feelings he’d stirred in her be completely one-sided?

The intensity of his love-making last night and this morning had made her believe he felt a lot for her. Eddie had to be wrong. She couldn’t think of any purpose Jake could have in loving her and leaving her. He might very well have somewhere else he had to be this morning—somewhere he wished he didn’t have to go because of wanting to be with her—and that past tense he’d used could have been simply a slip of the tongue. Maybe she’d worked herself into a stew for nothing and he would call her during the week.

Eddie shook his head at her. ‘You don’t want to believe it, do you?’

‘I guess time will tell, Eddie,’ she said flatly. ‘Let’s leave it at that. Okay?’

‘Okay.’ He gave her a sympathetic look. ‘In the meantime, chalk up the positives. You’ve had the experience of dining in some of the finest restaurants, staying in very classy hotels, plus a fair chunk of great sex. Not a bad three months, Laura.’

She managed a wry smile. ‘No, not bad at all.’

But I want more.

Much more of Jake Freedman.

And I desperately hope I get more.

CHAPTER TEN (#ud535c0fb-8216-5cc4-a273-7d8e9771b73f)

THE rest of Sunday went by without a call from Jake.

No contact from him on Monday, either.

It would probably come on Friday, Laura told herself, doing her best to concentrate on her uni lectures and not get too disturbed by the lack of the communication she needed. Regardless of the situation with Jake, she still had to move on with her life, get the qualifications necessary for her chosen career. Yet all her sensible reasoning couldn’t stop the sick yearning that gripped her stomach when her thoughts drifted to him. And telling herself he would call soon didn’t help.

It surprised her to see her father’s car parked in the driveway when she arrived home on Tuesday afternoon. He never left work early and it wasn’t even five o’clock. A scary thought hit her. Had something bad happened to her mother? An accident? Illness? She couldn’t imagine anything but an emergency bringing her father home at this hour.

She ran to the front door, her heart pumping with fear as she unlocked it and rushed into the hallway. ‘Mum? Dad?’ she called anxiously.

‘Get in here, Laura!’ her father’s voice thundered from the lounge room. ‘I’ve been waiting for you!’

She stood stock-still, her heart thumping even harder. He was in a rage. No distress in that tone. It was total fury. The only concern she need have for her mother was being subjected to his venom again.

The double doors from the hallway into the lounge room were open. Laura stiffened her spine, squared her shoulders and forced her feet forward, knowing that her mother would be spared the full-on brunt of savage remarks when he turned them onto her. It didn’t matter how much she hated these vicious scenes. Better for her to be here than not here.

On entering the war zone, she found her mother cowering in the corner of one of the sofas, white-faced and hugging herself tightly as though desperately trying to hold herself together. Her father was standing behind the bar, splashing Scotch into a glass of ice. His face was red and the bottle of Scotch was half-empty.

‘Are you still seeing Jake Freedman?’ he shot at her.

No point in trying any evasion when her father was in this mood. He’d dig and dig and dig.

‘I don’t know,’ she answered honestly.

‘What do you mean “you don’t know”?’ he jeered, his eyes raking her with contempt. ‘Don’t pretend to be stupid, Laura.’

She shrugged. ‘I was with him on Saturday night but he made no plans for us to meet again.’

Her father snorted. ‘Had a last hurrah, screwing my daughter.’