Knave of Hearts. Caroline Anderson

and there was no way she could cope with that and an affair with Jake into the bargain.

      Because that was all it would be. She knew him well enough to know that he was never satisfied for long with a woman, and that as soon as one had succumbed to his undoubted charm another would take her place.

      No, life would be untidy enough without her own emotions torn to shreds by his devil-may-care attitude to sexual relationships.

      ‘Come and sit down, Annie. I won’t bite you.’

      She laughed shakily. “It’s not your teeth I’m afraid of, Jake.’

      ‘What is it, then? I won’t hurt you, darling. Come here—I only want to talk.’

      She hugged herself tighter and stared out of the window. ‘You weren’t talking just now.’

      She could see him reflected in the glass, stretched out full length on the sofa, one arm bent, propping his head. He looked lazy and relaxed, like a big cat, and like a cat he was watching her steadily.

      He came to his feet in one easy, graceful movement and came to stand behind her, his eyes never leaving the reflection of hers.

      ‘What’s the matter, Annie?’

      She closed her eyes as he laid his hands on her shoulders and eased her back against him. ‘Jake, we mustn’t …’

      ‘Why?’ His voice was softly persuasive, his breath warm against her cheek. ‘What harm can it do? I meant what I said, Annie. I want to marry you, and adopt my daughter, and look after you both.’

      ‘No!’ She pulled away from the warm haven of his arms and crossed the room, turning to face him like a cornered animal at bay. ‘Jake, I meant what I said, too. I won’t marry you——’

      ‘You said you love me.’

      ‘Loved—a long time ago, when I was just a foolish girl, but that girl’s long gone, Jake. I’m a woman now, and I know what I want and need, and it isn’t you.’

      His brows quirked. ‘Are you sure? That’s not the message I was getting a few minutes ago.’

      ‘Well, it’s the message you’re getting now, and that’s the message you’re going to continue to get.’

      He laughed softly. ‘Is that a challenge?’

      ‘Challenge?’ she scoffed. ‘Jake, I live a celibate life. I wouldn’t be much of a challenge to a man of your undoubted sexual prowess——’

      ‘You’re exaggerating again—flattering though it is, I ought to draw your attention to the fact that there have been precious few women in my life in recent years.’

      She laughed. ‘I’m sure it’s like riding a bicycle, Jake, and let’s face it, you devoted the majority of your youth to honing your skills in that department.’

      ‘You’re wrong, Annie, but I can’t be bothered to argue.’

      ‘Well, there’s a relief!’ She sat down in a chair and curled her feet defensively under her bottom. ‘Look, I don’t want to fight with you. We have to find some way of being together peaceably so that you can get to know Beth——’

      ‘So you at least agree I should?’

      She was shocked. ‘Of course! I’d always intended to tell you about her, but somehow it never seemed the right time.’

      He gave a soft grunt of laughter, and dropped back on to the sofa, sprawling out across it with one leg flung up on the cushions, one arm bent, head propped on his fist. His jeans, as always almost indecently tight, were stretched lovingly over his thighs, accentuating the power of his legs and blatantly outlining his masculinity.

      She looked away.

      ‘So where do we go from here, Annie?’ he asked quietly. ‘You seem to want to make the rules. What do you suggest?’

      She shrugged, unsure of how to proceed. ‘Play it by ear? You’ll be living next door, so you should be able to have lots of casual chats with her and gradually make friends. Drop in for tea, invite us round for coffee, perhaps the odd walk at the weekend? She wants you to help her build the snowman, too.’

      He was watching her again with that curiously intense look that was so unnerving.

      ‘You are, I take it, including yourself in these arangements?’

      ‘Of course—I have to, Jake! I can’t just suddenly encourage her to spend hours with you without any reason. Normally I try and stop her from wearing out her welcome with friends, because she’s very open and natural and can’t imagine that anybody wouldn’t want her.’

      ‘I want her. Make no mistake about that, Annie.’

      Her shoulders sagged. ‘Just one thing, because remember I know you, Jacob Hunter. Don’t encourage her affections and friendship and then decide paternity is too boring and fly off into the sunset. Do you understand? I don’t care how you behave with your women, this is a different relationship, and, like it or not, it’s for life. If you don’t think you can hack it, then get out of our lives now. I won’t have her hurt—is that clear?’

      ‘As crystal.’ He came fluidly to his feet and stood over her menacingly, his voice deathly quiet. ‘There’s one thing you should understand. I intend to be an active parent, Anne. She’s my daughter and before long she’s going to know she’s my daughter——’

      ‘No!’

      ‘Yes. Oh, yes. I’m not having her calling me Mr Hunter or Uncle Jake. I want her to know who I am, and that I love her.’

      ‘But you don’t!’

      ‘Because I’ve never had the chance, but that’s all changed now, because you’re going to give me that chance. I want to know everything—when she cut her first tooth, took her first step, said her first word—all of it, down to the last sleepless night, and you’re going to tell me if I have to wring it out of you!’

      ‘That won’t be necessary. I have a book,’ she told him quietly. ‘I knew you would want to know one day, so I recorded everything meticulously. I’ll get it for you. There are also videos of her as a toddler, and in the playgroup Christmas concert, and later in school plays and up at my parents’ during holidays. Do you have a video player?’

      He nodded. ‘Yes, I brought it up last night.’

      She rummaged in the cabinet under the television and brought out three video tapes, and then from the bookcase she produced a baby album and six other photo albums.

      ‘One for every year,’ she told him. The last one has a few more to go in it.’

      ‘It must be her birthday soon, I suppose—God, I don’t even know the date of my own daughter’s birthday!’ he said heavily.

      ‘Sunday,’ she told him, ignoring the anguish in his voice. ‘The twenty-first of February.’

      She produced a carrier bag from the kitchen and put all the tapes and albums in it.

      ‘What have you told her about me?’ he asked.

      ‘I told her you’d gone away to America. By the time she was old enough to ask, you were married and in private practice, so we could hardly write to you and say, “There’s something you ought to know”.’

      ‘And when you heard I was divorced?’

      She shrugged. ‘It just proved everything I’d always known about you and your relationships with women. I decided then that I didn’t need the aggravation of telling you about Beth and having to deal with transatlantic flights and custody and access battles and all the other trauma. Frankly, Jake, we were better off without you.’

      He glanced around at the meagre surroundings, and she felt his disdain for the marked walls, the threadbare carpet, the tatty old furniture.

      ‘Pretty