Carole Mortimer Romance Collection. Carole Mortimer

that was no good; he was William’s son, and, more to the point, he was Simon’s brother…!

      ‘Now eat,’ Liam instructed tersely, having allowed her to get up and join him for lunch beside the pool when she had refused to have the meal on a tray in bed. ‘I don’t know what my father has been doing with you, but you look as if you would snap in half if any more pressure were put on you!’ he added disgustedly.

      ‘I told you—’ Juliet kept her own temper with effort ‘—William didn’t do anything with me.’

      ‘Just kept a fatherly eye on you, did he?’ Liam sneered. ‘Well, he did a damn awful job of it!’

      She had been trying to eat some of the fruit, cheeses and fresh bread that Liam had provided for lunch, but it seemed that every time she even attempted to eat in this man’s company he started an argument. They were never going to agree over their opinion concerning William, and so to talk about the older man at all was futile.

      ‘Why are you selling your hotel complex over here?’ She attempted to change the subject.

      Dark blond brows rose over cool blue eyes. ‘Who says I am?’

      Juliet frowned. ‘Your secretary—’ She broke off, looking at him closely, finally putting down the orange she had been attempting to eat. ‘Did you enjoy playing your little game with me, Liam?’ she said sharply, suddenly knowing that that was exactly what he had been doing, realising too late that no secretary of Liam’s would have been so indiscreet as to reveal such privileged information concerning his whereabouts, and the apparent sale of one of his hotels, to a complete stranger over the telephone. Unless she had been meant to!

      The pig! The absolute lousy, rotten, manipulative—

      ‘Not particularly.’ He shook his head. ‘Certainly not once I had met you,’ he added grimly. ‘You aren’t what I expected, Juliet.’ His eyes were narrowed on her thoughtfully, as if part of him still wasn’t sure exactly what she was, just that she wasn’t what he had ‘expected’!

      She could imagine only too well what he had expected and it wasn’t very pleasant. Oh, she realised that, on the face of it, it didn’t look too good in her favour: she was a young woman who had apparently been living with a much older man for several years. But it had been something which she was sure that William had never actually thought about, and she certainly hadn’t—not until Liam’s obviously cutting remarks about the relationship had forced her to do so.

      ‘And considering the state of you my father obviously got his pound of flesh out of you,’ Liam added harshly.

      Juliet gasped—something she seemed to do all too often around this man. But he made such outrageous remarks it was impossible not to!

      ‘Work-wise, I meant, of course,’ he added scornfully.

      ‘Of course,’ she acknowledged bitingly.

      ‘I thought I told you to eat.’ He looked down pointedly at the food still on her plate.

      ‘And you’re used to people doing what you tell them to, aren’t you?’ Juliet derided.

      ‘Usually, yes,’ he said without conceit. ‘I run a multi-million-pound corporation, Juliet; someone has to give the orders.’

      And a little company like Carlyle Properties wasn’t even worth the trouble of thinking about, she could see that. Except that it had been his father’s company. But William had been a father he obviously despised, for some reason.

      ‘I’m not one of your employees, Liam,’ she told him calmly. ‘And arguing like this when I’m trying to eat does not help my appetite!’

      He gave a grimace. ‘So I’m to blame for that too, am I?’ He shook his head ruefully. ‘I bet you’re formidable in business, aren’t you? No one would believe there’s a woman of steel under that fragilelooking exterior!’

      ‘Woman of steel’? He had to be joking! Oh, she had learnt to adopt a certain barrier to a lot of the knocks of life, but she certainly wouldn’t call herself steely!

      ‘Maybe I can understand why the old man kept you around, after all,’ Liam mused. ‘If all else failed, he brought in the big guns!’

      ‘Liam—’

      ‘Or, in this case, the little guns,’ he continued derisively, pointedly looking her up and down. ‘Who could possibly be a hard-headed businessman to a little runt like you?’ He shook his head again.

      He could, Juliet could have pointed out. But didn’t. She was far too busy taking exception to the ‘little runt’ remark. ‘Your father kept me on as his assistant because I was—am!—good at my job,’ she told him stiltedly. ‘For no other reason!’

      Liam shrugged. ‘But it’s obviously proved too much for you since my father died.’

      She drew in a ragged breath. Of course it had been too much for her since William died; she had been swimming upstream for the last two months— without any help from this man sitting beside her, she might add!

      She sat very straight, her back rigid. ‘Maybe if you had cared, just once, to come and actually look at Carlyle Properties you would have seen just how well it’s run,’ she bit out tautly.

      Liam gave a considering nod. ‘I intend to do just that.’

      Juliet looked at him sharply, but his expression was enigmatic, his gaze steadily meeting hers. ‘What do you mean?’ she prompted warily.

      He shrugged again. ‘I’ve been giving the matter some thought and I’ve decided to come back to England with you after all and take a look at the books of Carlyle Properties.’

      Juliet stared at him. Just stared at him. Just exactly why had he changed his mind so suddenly?

CHAPTER FIVE

      ‘GOOD God, nothing has changed!’

      Juliet turned as she stood in the large reception area of Carlyle House, her brows raised, to look at Liam who was standing just behind her.

      They had returned to England only that morning. On Liam’s private jet. As she should have predicted! However Liam might have left this house, and his family, ten years ago, he certainly travelled and lived in style now, his jet of luxurious proportions, the formalities at the airport dealt with so quickly that Juliet had barely had time to catch her breath before going outside and being shown into the sporty Jaguar that Liam apparently liked to drive himself around England in.

      He had unerringly driven both of them to Carlyle House this afternoon; he might not have visited the family home since he walked out all those years ago, but he certainly hadn’t forgotten where it was.

      He was looking about him now with rueful derision, and Juliet tried to see the house through his eyes. It was as William had always liked it, with antique furniture and furnishings, vases of fresh flowers in all the main rooms, a huge arrangement in creams and orange on a round table in this reception area. And Juliet knew that when they walked through to the family sitting-room there would be a log fire burning in the fireplace. Yes, everything was still exactly as William had liked it. And she personally saw no reason to change that.

      Liam, as he looked around the house he hadn’t seen for ten years, didn’t look quite so happy with what he saw. His expression was grim as he slowly walked about looking at things that must once have been very familiar to him—were still familiar to him—which was probably why he looked so grim!

      Juliet couldn’t say that she was feeling exactly happy with the way things were either, but that had nothing to do with Carlyle House.

      Liam had followed through on his announcement of his intention to return with her by arranging for them both to fly back three days later. There had then been two days during which he had arrogantly ordered her to rest completely,