An Unwilling Desire. Кэрол Мортимер

challenge. ‘Zack,’ she repeated softly.

      ‘Well, now that's settled,’ Maxine put in waspishly, ‘could we go in to dinner? It's hours since Zack and I ate in London.’

      ‘But it was a delicious meal,’ Zack smiled, grooves etched either side of his mouth. ‘You have such a good cook.’

      ‘Yes, I do, don't I?’ Maxine purred at the compliment, smiling naturally for the first time that evening. ‘You remember Abigail, James?’

      ‘Of course I remember her,’ he snapped his bad humour. ‘I hired her!’

      His wife flushed. ‘It's been so long since you visited the flat in London that I—–’

      ‘I may be confined to a wheelchair, Maxine, but I am not senile!’ he cut in harshly. ‘Let's go in to dinner,’ he decided roughly.

      ‘James—–’

      ‘Dinner,’ he repeated in an autocratic voice, a voice that brooked no argument from anyone.

      Maxine was the one to walk beside the electrically operated wheelchair as they went through to the dining-room, and Holly had perforce to accept the arm Zack Benedict mockingly held out to her. Not that she gave him a second glance, being too taken aback by James's attitude to Maxine. She had never heard him speak to his wife like that before in her presence, and she could only wonder at his uncharacteristic sharpness with her now. Perhaps he too wondered about his wife's relationship with his young brother.

      The small round table had been set with four places, one of the chairs being removed as James skilfully manouevred his chair into this vacant spot. Holly and Maxine were to sit either side of him, with Zack opposite, the younger man seeing both woman seated with a gallant flourish.

      The meal was nothing like the quiet ones of enjoyment Holly and James had shared together in the evenings the last few weeks, James eating his food in morose silence, Maxine and Zack seeming lost in their own thoughts, Holly just feeling awkward and uncomfortable in the tense atmosphere.

      ‘How is the writing going, James?’ Zack finally cut through the soft clatter of cutlery.

      ‘Fine,’ his brother answered curtly.

      ‘I'm sure working with Holly must be a great inspiration,’ the younger man taunted.

      ‘Holly is—restful to be with,’ James replied slowly.

      ‘Really?’ Dark blond brows rose over sceptical green eyes. ‘She doesn't make me feel that way.’

      ‘Holly makes Zack feel protective,’ Maxine put in derisively.

      Hazel eyes sharpened suspiciously. ‘Protective?’

      ‘Actually,’ Zack answered the other man, ‘she doesn't make me feel that way either. Can you sing, Holly?’

      ‘Sing?’ she echoed in a startled voice, leaning back as her soup bowl was removed to be replaced with a clean plate for her main course. When she first came to work here she had been slightly unnerved by the abundance of servants in the house, but now she took it in her stride, although she was aware that the household staff considered her to be apart from them, treating her more like a guest than an employee like themselves.

      ‘Mm,’ Zack was watching her over the rim of the wine glass he held cupped in his hands. ‘With your looks, some sexy clothes, and a good singing voice, you could go far.’

      ‘At least as far as your bed, darling,’ Maxine drawled mockingly.

      ‘Maxine!’ James slammed his glass down on the table. ‘Keep that sort of talk for your London friends, neither Holly or I appreciate it.’

      His wife's mouth tightened at the rebuke. ‘But we all know Zack's little songbirds occupy his bed at some time or other.’

      ‘You flatter me, sweet,’ Zack said dryly. ‘I have been known to fail on the odd occasion.’

      ‘I'm sure that neither Holly nor I are interested in your prowess in bed,’ his brother dismissed.

      Mocking green eyes were turned on her. ‘Aren't you?’

      A delicate blush darkened her cheeks. ‘I've always believed that if a man has to constantly prove himself in bed with a string of different women there's something wrong with him,’ she told him coldly.

      ‘Such as?’ He was still amused.

      ‘Such as he really prefers men, he's very shallow, or he's just afraid to fall in love with one woman,’ she said bluntly, looking only at him as she made the statement.

      Maxine gave a laugh of pure enjoyment, her air of bored sophistication leaving her for a moment. ‘Well, Zack?’ she gave a gurgle of laughter, looking years younger, a warm glow to her blue eyes.

      ‘Hm,’ he grimaced. ‘You can safely discount the first, Holly,’ he said dryly. ‘I enjoy and like women too much for that to be true. The second? No, I don't think I'm shallow either. A little cynical, perhaps,’ he admitted thoughtfully. ‘As for being afraid of love …’ he shook his head, ‘I don't think that's true either. What's your excuse?’

      She raised startled eyes at the unexpected suddenness of the question. ‘Excuse for what?’ she frowned.

      ‘For not being married.’

      ‘I—–’

      ‘Holly is only twenty-two,’ James defended tautly. ‘Much too young to be married.’

      ‘I was engaged to you at that age,’ Maxine reminded him sharply.

      ‘That was different,’ he snapped.

      ‘Was it?’ Her voice was hard.

      ‘I think so,’ he nodded grimly.

      ‘How?’

      ‘Maxine—–’

      ‘How was it different, James?’ she persisted.

      His eyes were hard as he looked at her. ‘This is not the time to discuss it.’

      ‘It never is.’ She stood up with a noisy scrape of her chair. ‘Excuse me,’ her tone was brittle, ‘I'm no longer hungry.’

      ‘Maxine!’ James’ voice thundered across the room, halting her.

      She turned slowly to face her husband, very pale beneath her make-up. ‘Yes?’

      ‘Sit down,’ he ordered abruptly.

      ‘Go to hell!’ she snapped.

      His mouth tightened ominously. ‘I—said—sit—down!’

      Maxine's head went back in challenge. ‘Make me.’

      James went deathly pale. ‘Bitch!’ he groaned in a pained voice, and threw his napkin down on the table, manoeuvring his chair over to the door, pushing it open with a crash. The room was starkly silent after his exit.

      Maxine suddenly gave a choked cry before she too rushed from the room.

CHAPTER TWO

      HOLLY had sat in horrified silence as Maxine challenged James's disability in that cruel way. Although Maxine was often absent from the house she had never heard the other couple be so hurtful to each other before. It wasn't—–

      ‘Stay where you are.’

      She hadn't even been aware of standing up, just as she had forgotten the presence of Zack Benedict in the dining-room with her. She resented being told what to do by him or anyone else when they had no right to do so! ‘I beg your pardon?’ She looked down at him icily.

      ‘Leave them alone,’ he advised gently. ‘From the look of them this argument has been a very long time coming.’

      ‘But—–’