Peterson had been a real kidnapper I would lay odds on you emerging the victor from the encounter!’
‘Even though I realise there was no real danger I still don’t feel very victorious,’ she said shakily. ‘I thought I was going to die,’ she repeated breathlessly.
‘And we both know why you thought that, don’t we?’ Hawk stood up in forceful movements, having all the grace of a natural athlete when he didn’t have a bruised and aching shin, and replaced the orange juice with a glass of whisky. ‘I would have had Martin’s job if he hadn’t called me when he did,’ he revealed grimly. ‘You are definitely fired!’
‘You can’t do that!’ She stood up protestingly.
He raised his brows in cold fury. ‘Forgive me, as the owner of the National I thought I could.’ His tone was thick with sarcasm.
‘That isn’t what I meant and you know it,’ she said exasperatedly. ‘You have no reason to sack me, none that would stand up to the union anyway.’
‘How about persistent absenteeism?’
‘I’m never off sick.’ She shook her head, her expression rebellious.
‘I don’t remember using the past tense,’ Hawk announced calmly.
Whitney blinked her surprise. ‘You have kidnapped me,’ she said incredulously.
‘Abducted,’ he corrected smoothly. ‘I don’t know of anyone who would pay a ransom for you!’
‘Beresford might,’ she pointed out tightly.
His eyes flashed deeply gold. ‘Maybe I should telephone and ask him!’
She knew she had gone too far, had always been able to tell that where this man was concerned. Hawk wasn’t a man to suffer fools gladly, and by meeting Tom Beresford in the way that she had Hawk considered her to be plain stupid rather than just foolish! But carrying her off the way that he had could have scared her to death, and she glared at him angrily. ‘You can’t keep me on board Freedom against my will—–’
‘Who says I can’t?’ he reasoned coldly. ‘You’ve been on board the Freedom plenty of times before; why should anyone assume this time is any different?’
‘Because I’m obviously a reluctant guest!’ Whitney pointed out exasperatedly.
He gave an unconcerned shrug of his broad shoulders. ‘I’ll just tell them that you’re loath to rest as the doctor has told you to.’
‘You have an answer for everything, don’t you?’ she snapped irritably. ‘And just what do you hope to achieve by this display of muscle?’ she scorned.
‘Achieve?’ Hawk repeated with cold thoughtfulness. ‘Maybe I’d just like to keep you alive for a few more years.’
‘After presenting me with a diamond watch and kicking me out of your life a year ago—–’
‘I didn’t kick you out!’ he grated protestingly, his body taut with anger.
‘Fulfilled your obligation, then,’ she amended heatedly. ‘It amounts to the same thing. After that I’m surprised you care one way or the other what happens to me.’
‘Of course I care, damn you!’ He glowered at her across the room.
Whitney gave a disbelieving snort. ‘That’s why you’ve been so solicitous of my welfare the last year, I suppose!’ she derided.
‘Martin would have let me know if anything were bothering you; he told me you were doing fine,’ Hawk dismissed with accusing impatience.
‘Of course I’m doing fine, I don’t need you to survive,’ she claimed perversely. Hawk had always had this effect on her; she had resented it when he demanded to know her every mood, and she resented it just as vehemently when he seemed disinterested.
Hawk’s mouth tightened. ‘This time you just may do!’ he rasped.
‘You’re as bad as Martin,’ she sighed. ‘I’m only following through a story, for goodness’ sake.’
‘On Tom Beresford.’
‘Why is everyone so scared of the man?’ Whitney scorned exasperatedly.
‘It isn’t a question of being scared of him, and if you weren’t such a baby I’d tell you exactly why you should steer clear of this one,’ he rasped.
‘I don’t think I was ever a baby,’ she dismissed. ‘Certainly not since I met you.’
A pulse jerked in his throat. ‘Was living with me so bad?’
‘Worse!’
‘Whitney—–’
‘You know Geraldine is married to Tom Beresford now?’ She inwardly cursed herself for asking the question as soon as it left her lips; of course Hawk would know who the woman he still loved was married to!
He gave a cool inclination of his head, a shaft of sunlight streaming through one of the windows picking out the gold highlights in his dark blond hair. ‘I received an invitation to the wedding.’ His bored drawl revealed none of his inner feelings.
‘The bitch!’ Whitney gasped incredulously, colour heating her cheeks as she realised she had just insulted the woman Hawk loved. ‘I’m sorry. I—–’
‘It’s all right, Whitney,’ he derided drily. ‘I was never blind to Geraldine’s faults.’
But he loved her in spite of that. It had never made any sense to Whitney, this unquestioning love Hawk had for the other woman. In business Hawk had no peer, the National only one of his successes, and at thirty-seven he was more handsome than any one man had the right to be, his very coolness exuding a power and cynicism that was a challenge to every woman he met. And yet he threw away all that he had to offer on a woman who wasn’t fit to be in the same room as him, let alone in his heart. It just didn’t make sense to Whitney.
Of course some of her dislike of Geraldine sprang from her own love for Hawk, but she had detested Geraldine even before she had made the mistake of falling in love with Hawk. Mistake, because Hawk was the type of man to inspire the sort of love that would last a lifetime, and his heart belonged to Geraldine.
‘Did you go to the wedding?’ She gave a pained frown.
‘Of course not.’ His tone implied it had never even been a possibility. ‘And watch some other poor devil go to his doom!’
Tom Beresford hadn’t given the impression of chafing against his love for his wife when they had spoken earlier. Like Hawk, he gave the impression of granting her every whim and fancy.
‘Tom Beresford isn’t like you.’ She spoke without thinking first, looking guiltily across at Hawk as she realised what she had said and how it must have sounded. ‘1 only meant—–’
‘I know what you meant, Whitney,’ Hawk grated harshly. ‘But you never understood my relationship with Geraldine. And I hope to God you never do!’
She wouldn’t wish the mindless love Hawk had for Geraldine on anyone, and on this proudly arrogant man it was particularly unpleasant to witness. She had tried for a while to make a place for herself in his heart, but even though she didn’t love or want him herself Geraldine had resented anyone else who did. For a long time she had managed to make Whitney’s life a misery.
‘Do you think Geraldine knows of Tom Beresford’s method of business?’ She watched Hawk closely for his reaction.
He shrugged. ‘Geraldine never cared where the money came from as long as there was always plenty of it.’
Maybe if Hawk’s love for Geraldine had been blind it would have given her hope in the past, but even knowing all the rotten things about Geraldine there were to know Hawk still love her.