Expecting The Fellani Heir

They took the elevator up to his opulent suite on the top floor. Now she could see him more clearly and was even more dismayed by his condition.

‘I’m not the only one who’s wet,’ she said. ‘You were standing too long in that snow. Your hair’s soaking. Better dry it at once, and change your clothes.’

‘Giving me orders?’ he asked wryly.

‘Protecting your interests, which is what I’m employed to do. Now get going.’

He vanished, reappearing ten minutes later in dry clothes. He handed her a towel and with relief she undid her hair, letting it fall about her shoulders so that she could dry it. When he joined her on the sofa she handed him the bill, and the letter she planned to write to his wife’s lawyer.

‘I suppose I’ll have to agree to it,’ he said at last. ‘It doesn’t say what I really think, but it might be better not to say that too frankly.’

‘You’d really like to commit murder, wouldn’t you?’ she said.

He regarded her with wry appreciation.

‘A woman who understands me. You’re perfectly right, but don’t worry. I’m not going to do anything stupid. You won’t have to defend me in court.’

His grin contained a rare glimpse of real humour which she gladly returned, enjoying the sensation of suddenly connecting with him in both thoughts and feelings.

‘I’m glad,’ she said. ‘I’m not sure I’d be up to that task.’

‘Oh, I think you’d be up to anything you set your mind to. Can I offer you a drink?’

Ellie knew she should refuse; she should get this meeting over and done with as quickly as possible. But she still had to get his agreement to send the letter. And she was freezing. A hot drink would be very welcome.

‘I’d love a cup of tea, please.’

He called Room Service and placed an order. While they waited she watched while he read through the papers again.

‘How do you feel about the answer I planned to send to your wife’s lawyer?’ she said.

‘It’s a damned sight too polite. But you haven’t sent it yet?’

‘No. I thought we should talk first.’

‘And what are you going to advise me to do?’

‘Go ahead with the divorce as quickly as possible.’

‘So that she can marry the father and make the child legitimate? Her lawyer said that in his letter, didn’t he? And he told you to persuade me to ‘see sense’.

‘I wish he hadn’t said that—’

‘But that’s how lawyers think,’ he said bitterly. ‘Let my treacherous wife have her way, no matter what it does to me. That’s seeing sense, isn’t it?’

‘Don’t be unfair. I don’t see everything like that.’

‘I think you do. After all, you’re a lawyer.’

‘Yours, not hers. If things were different we could try to make her see sense, but she’s pregnant by another man and there’s nothing to be done about it. The best advice I can offer you is to put her into the past and move on with your life.’

Before he could answer, the doorbell rang and he went to collect the delivery of tea and cakes. He laid the tray on a table near the sofa, sat down beside her and poured tea for her.

‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘I needed this.’

She sipped the hot tea, feeling better at once.

‘How come you were standing by the river?’ she asked. ‘Did the taxi drop you there?’

‘I didn’t take a taxi. I walked all the way. And don’t say it.’

‘Say what?’

‘In this weather? Are you mad? That’s what you’re thinking. It’s written all over your face.’

‘Then I don’t need to say it. But you’ve had a terrible shock. You were bound to go a bit crazy.’

‘Like I said before, I was a fool.’

‘Don’t blame yourself,’ she said gently. ‘You loved her—’

‘Which makes me an even bigger fool,’ he growled.

‘Perhaps. But it’s easy to believe someone if your heart longs to trust them.’

He looked at her with sudden curiosity. ‘You talk as though you really know.’

She shrugged. ‘I’ve had my share of relationship traumas.’

‘Tell me,’ he said quietly.

Her disastrous emotional life wasn’t something she usually talked about, but with this man everything was different. The blow that had struck him down meant that he would understand her as nobody else understood. It was strange to realise that, but everything in the world was becoming different.

‘Romance hasn’t been a large part of my life,’ she said.

‘I guess your career comes first. Your car tells me that.’

It was true. The purchase of the glamorous vehicle had been one of her most delightful experiences.

‘But there has been something, hasn’t there?’ he said. ‘The path I’m treading is one you’ve travelled yourself.’

‘Yes. There was a time when I thought things were going to be different. I allowed myself to have feelings for him and I thought he—well, it just didn’t work out.’

‘Didn’t he love you?’

‘I thought so. We seemed good together, but then he met this other woman—she was a great beauty. Long blonde hair, voluptuous figure—I didn’t stand a chance.’

‘And that was all he cared about? Looks?’