Subtle Revenge. Кэрол Мортимер

hopes for him.’

      ‘He’s a lawyer too, you know,’ Jonathan was awestruck, not seeming to notice Lori’s aversion to the subject.

      She hadn’t known, but it didn’t come as any surprise to her. What else could the son of such a famous man do? And he would be good at it too, would have the same presence in court that his father had, would take to the stage as if born to it.

      Jonathan glanced at her. ‘I never knew there was a son, did you?’

      ‘I never gave it a thought.’ Which was true. The way Jacob P. Randell had broken her family apart, destroyed it, it had never occurred to her that he could possibly have a family of his own, that there were actually people who loved such a man.

      ‘Mr Hammond has nothing but praise for him,’ Jonathan continued.

      ‘Yes,’ she acknowledged, wondering how such an astute man could be so deceived.

      ‘I wonder if——’

      ‘Jonathan!’ she cut sharply across his words. ‘Do you think we could talk about something other than Luke Randell?’

      A ruddy hue coloured his cheeks. ‘Sorry. I was just—You’re right, what am I doing talking about him when I have you alone at last?’

      ‘I have no idea,’ she mocked.

      ‘Neither do I,’ he grinned. ‘Do I get invited in for coffee?’

      ‘Sally——’

      ‘Went off with her boy-friend hours ago. I think the air of romance got to them,’ Jonathan added with a twinkle in his laughing blue eyes.

      Lori laughed softly, beginning to relax once again. ‘In that case, you do get invited in—for coffee.’

      ‘What else?’ he quipped with pretended hurt.

      She smiled at him, wondering why she had never allowed him this close to her before. As a friend, she was sure, he could be a lot of fun. And she needed fun in her life at the moment, needed to erase a pair of piercing grey eyes from her memory. Along with all the other painful memories meeting Luke Randell had raked up!

      ‘The wedding didn’t introduce an air of romance in me,’ she added teasingly.

      ‘Just my luck!’ Jonathan grimaced.

      Sally and Dave weren’t at the flat when they got in, so Lori knew they must have gone to Dave’s flat instead. Dave was a local electrician, and Sally had met him at a party a couple of months ago. Unfortunately Sally had fallen in love with him—unfortunately, because Dave’s affections seemed to be less engaged. Much to Lori’s embarrassment he had even made a couple of passes at her behind Sally’s back, although not for anything would she hurt her friend by telling her so. She only hoped Sally wasn’t going to get too hurt, had a feeling the relationship meant one thing to Sally and something else completely to Dave.

      ‘Nice place,’ Jonathan looked about the flat appreciatively. ‘But then I knew you would have good taste.’

      Lori looked over at him as he lounged in one of the armchairs. ‘Did you indeed?’ she said dryly, having changed from the long bridesmaid’s dress into a silky dress, looking tall and slender.

      He shrugged. ‘Everything about you is—perfection.’

      Her mouth quirked teasingly. ‘How much champagne did you have today?’

      ‘Not much,’ he dismissed seriously. ‘I don’t need champagne to know how beautiful you are. Luke Randell thought so too,’ he scowled. ‘I should watch him, Lori, his sort play by their own set of rules.’

      ‘I have a few rules of my own,’ she told him stiffly.

      ‘Oh?’

      ‘Yes,’ she bit out. ‘I never go out with a man I detest.’ Her eyes glittered her hatred.

      ‘Hey, steady on——!’

      ‘I think you should go now,’ she cut across his embarrassed words. ‘It’s been a long day.’

      ‘Yes, but—Okay,’ he sighed as she saw her determined look. ‘I don’t suppose it would do any good for me to ask you out?’

      She looked at his hopeful expression and her anger instantly faded, the hectic rise and fall of her breasts steadying. Jonathan could have no idea of her inner turmoil, of the deep shock she had received today. It had probably surprised him at the amount of vehemence the usually cool Lori Parker could display at a complete stranger.

      If only Luke Randell had been a stranger, then she would merely have rebuffed his outrageous approach, would probably have forgotten about him by now. But she couldn’t put him from her mind—and heaven knows she was trying to!

      ‘Try me again on Monday,’ she told Jonathan vaguely, wanting more than anything to be on her own for a while. And there was a good chance of her being alone all night. The single bed across from her own was often empty now.

      He grimaced. ‘I’ve heard that before. You’ve been putting me off for six months like that. I thought today I was finally making some impression.’

      She was instantly contrite, smiling at him warmly. ‘How about dinner on Monday?’

      ‘You mean it?’ He suddenly looked younger than his thirty years in his eagerness.

      ‘I mean it,’ she nodded.

      ‘Really? I mean—well, I——’

      ‘If you don’t want to …’

      ‘Don’t you dare change your mind!’ Jonathan stood up to grasp her arms. ‘Don’t you dare!’ He kissed her hard on the mouth. ‘Monday, eight o’clock. I’ll call for you here. And no excuses!’ He was whistling happily, if tunelessly, as he left.

      Lori kept her mind a blank, refusing to question her sudden acquiescence to Jonathan, refusing to think of Luke Randell. Years of training, of having to bury her private pain, enabled her to succeed in doing exactly that, and her last worrying thoughts were of Sally and the number of nights she was spending with Dave.