Taggarts Woman. Carole Mortimer

looked angry. ‘But you can’t be in love with a man like Taggart!’

      She stiffened at the condescension he obviously felt for the man who employed him. ‘Why can’t I?’

      ‘Because you’re soft, and beautiful, totally lovable—and he’s a callous bastard!’ Phillip rasped harshly. ‘He isn’t capable of loving anyone!’

      Maybe Phillip was right about the latter, but she didn’t believe Daniel was callous. He was hard, afraid to love in case he got hurt, but he only hit out at others to protect himself, not for the sake of it. She was an expert on callous men, had lived with one for twenty years, and Daniel wasn’t one of them.

      ‘You’re talking about the man I intend to marry,’ she reminded her coolly.

      ‘You can’t marry him!’

      ‘Daniel and I intend being married in four weeks——’

      ‘Four weeks?’ Phillip echoed incredulously. ‘My God, he isn’t taking any chances on you changing your mind, is he?’ he scorned.

      Heather shook her head, her gaze flinty. ‘I won’t change my mind, no matter how many weeks it is until we get married.’

      His eyes narrowed disbelievingly. ‘You love him?’