Wife By Arrangement. Lucy Gordon

      ‘Our half-brother. He carries our father’s blood but not his name, owing to the circumstances of his birth. Besides, he isn’t Mamma’s son, and his children wouldn’t be her grandchildren. No, it has to be one of us, and you’re the one who’s in love.’

      ‘Yes, but—’

      ‘Hush, she’s coming back. Don’t be a fool. Make sure of her while you can.’

      They rose to greet Heather and Lorenzo kissed her hand. She’d recovered her poise and accepted his tribute with a smile, but inwardly she was still wary.

      During the main course a number of visitors came to their table, all of whom eyed Heather curiously, and she began to be self conscious. It was like dipping a toe in shallow water and finding yourself swept away by a tidal wave. Something was happening here that she didn’t understand.

      At last the visitors had all gone. As Heather was enjoying her chocolate mousse Renato said, ‘Lorenzo, I see Felipe di Stefano over there. He’s a man you need to speak to.’

      When Lorenzo had gone they looked at each other. ‘I thought you’d appreciate the chance to tell me exactly what you think of me,’ Renato said.

      ‘If I did that we’d be here all night.’

      He laughed. ‘Go on, say it.’

      ‘Where do I start? Where would it end? Your impertinence in checking up on me with my employers, and then this afternoon—Charles Smith never existed, did he?’

      ‘I’m afraid not.’

      ‘You were auditioning me, sizing me up to see if I was “suitable”.’

      ‘Certainly I was curious about the woman who’s made such an impression on my brother. If I’d told you who I was you wouldn’t have acted naturally. I wanted to see you when you weren’t trying to impress me.’

      ‘Your conceit is past belief. What makes you think I’d have been trying to impress you?’

      ‘I credit you with enough intelligence to know that you can’t marry my brother without impressing me first.’

      ‘Always assuming that I want to marry Lorenzo. I don’t think I do, not if it means being related to you.’

      ‘I admit I was a little clumsy. But perhaps you’ll forgive me when you hear what I have to say. I admired your behaviour greatly, especially when I abandoned the sale and you lost a large commission. You controlled yourself splendidly.’

      ‘You—did—that—on—purpose?’ she breathed.

      ‘Of course. And you passed with flying colours. Lorenzo tends to be emotional and impulsive. Your cool, northern efficiency will be good for him. My congratulations. You’ve gone the right way to earn my respect.’

      ‘And you’re going the right way to earn a chocolate mousse over your head,’ she threatened, not in the least appeased by these compliments. ‘You actually—you actually—?’

      ‘The lady has finished eating,’ Renato said to a waiter, hastily removing her plate with his own hands. ‘You may bring the coffee— No—’ He corrected himself on seeing the glint in Heather’s eyes. ‘Best leave the coffee until later.’

      When they were alone again he turned to her. ‘Please don’t be angry. I promise you, the opinion I formed of you was entirely favourable.’

      ‘The opinion that I formed of you was far from favourable. The things you said to me—’

      ‘I wanted to see if you’d respond to my money—’

      ‘If I was a fortune-hunter!’ she snapped.

      ‘The choice of words is yours, but the meaning is the same.’

      Heather prided herself on her practical common sense, but this man annoyed her enough to make her toss it aside and take risks instead. The next words seemed to come out of their own accord.

      ‘You’d have looked silly if I’d said yes, wouldn’t you?’ she said coolly.

      ‘Why? Are you saying that you wouldn’t have delivered? I doubt it. I think you’re a woman of your word. If you’d promised to sleep with me, you’d have slept with me. We’d have enjoyed a mutually pleasurable experience—’

      ‘Oh, really?’

      ‘I promise you it would have been.’

      ‘Perhaps you’d like to give me signed testimonials from Elena and all the other fictitious ladies.’

      ‘They’re real enough, and I think they’d vouch for me—although not, perhaps, under these circumstances—’

      ‘At the price you offer I should hope they’d vouch for you under all circumstances. Otherwise they wouldn’t be giving what you pay them for, would they?’

      That flicked him on the raw, she was glad to notice. His eyes glittered with a strange, dark light. ‘Perhaps I’ve only myself to blame if you sharpen your claws on me,’ he said after a moment. ‘Let it be. I made you a genuine offer—’

      ‘And never mind what it did to Lorenzo.’

      ‘If you’d accepted I’d have been doing him a favour, and he’d have seen that.’

      ‘People always see things your way, do they?’

      ‘With time and persuasion.’

      She regarded him wryly. ‘Does that mean that, given time and persuasion, you think you could have seduced me?’

      He was suddenly alert. ‘I don’t know,’ he said slowly. ‘I simply don’t know.’

      It was like playing chess, she found, and suddenly very thrilling. Shrewdly she moved her queen into the centre of the board, inviting attack. ‘Perhaps you just didn’t raise the price high enough,’ she murmured.

      ‘What are you saying?’

      ‘Don’t you know that a woman who seems honest can charge twice as much as her more blatant sisters?’

      ‘Oh, yes,’ he said softly. ‘I know that. What now?’

      ‘Come a little nearer, and I’ll tell you.’

      Slowly he moved his head closer to her. Heather leaned forward until her hair lightly brushed his face, and her breath fanned his cheek.

      ‘I wouldn’t want you if you were the last man on earth,’ she whispered. ‘Go and jump in the river, and take your money with you!’

      He turned his head so that his eyes looked directly into hers. They were hard with astonishment, cold, appraising. ‘You are a very unexpected lady,’ he said. ‘And a very brave one.’

      ‘I don’t need to be brave. You can’t harm me because you have nothing that I want.’

      ‘Except that I hold your marriage to Lorenzo in my hands. I’m particular about who I take into my family—’

      ‘Then you’ll be relieved to know that you won’t be asked to accept me,’ she said, drawing back and facing him with furious eyes. ‘Let me make my position plain. I hope Lorenzo wasn’t planning to propose, because my answer would be no, and you are the reason.’

      ‘Heather—’ came Lorenzo’s dismayed voice from behind her. He had returned in time to hear the last words.

      She jumped to her feet. ‘I’m sorry, Lorenzo, but it’s over. We had a lovely romance but it was just a fairy tale. Now it’s reality time, and your reality is your very unpleasant brother.’

      He seized her arms. ‘Don’t go like this. I love you.’

      ‘And I love you, but I’m saying goodbye.’

      ‘Because of him? Why?’

      ‘Ask