Darkness Into Light
Darkness Into Light
Carole Mortimer
Carole Mortimer is one of Mills & Boon’s best loved Modern Romance authors. With nearly 200 books published and a career spanning 35 years, Mills & Boon are thrilled to present her complete works available to download for the very first time! Rediscover old favourites - and find new ones! - in this fabulous collection…Propositioned by the billionaire…Danny doesn’t know the man she’s flirting with is actually her new boss, wealthy tycoon Pierce Sutherland! Now a man’s career is on the line and it’s all Danny’s fault. Yet brooding Pierce has a proposition for her: if she spends the weekend in his bed, he’ll let the man keep his job…But innocent Danny is looking for emotional intimacy—as well as sinful seduction!—and after the tragic death of his wife, Pierce is wary of ever taking a chance again…
Darkness into Light
Carole Mortimer
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Table of Contents
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Title Page (#ub765b821-2734-5309-8d0a-8c006dca634a)
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
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CHAPTER ONE (#u04c26252-f2ea-5fc9-885a-fda7573fd33c)
‘WHAT do you think you’re doing?’
Danny looked blankly at the man who had stepped out of the night shadows, sure that above the din she was making she had heard him ask that question. And yet she couldn’t have done; it must surely be obvious what she was doing, the lawn-mower moving smoothly in front of her, the sweet smell of newly cut grass fresh in the air.
His appearance in her garden surprised her even more, his wide chest and shoulders bare, the dark hair there disappearing in a vee over the taut stomach and down beneath body-hugging black underwear, his long legs and feet bare too. She had no idea where he had come from and thought she should be the one to be asking that question. She was in her own private garden, mowing her own lawn, and this almost naked man had invaded that privacy.
She suddenly realised how very much alone she was here, her nearest neighbour up at the main house, and as she rarely saw anyone from there since Henry Sutherland had bought the house and grounds and moved in with his entourage she didn’t think she would get any help from England’s answer to Howard Hughes! Her denim cut-offs and halter-necked yellow top were little covering for her generous curves, and she sought the man’s face in the darkness, hoping to read his intent there.
What did he look like? What was he thinking? Who was he?
‘I said—–’ he repeated, raising his voice.
‘I heard what you said,’ Danny assured him as she switched off the motor to the mower, wiping her hands down her denim-clad thighs. ‘But I think you have that the wrong way around.’ She looked at him with eyes that glowed the colour of deep sherry. ‘What are you doing here?’
The man stepped forward into the light streaming from the lounge window of her cottage behind them, and Danny caught her breath at the raw savage beauty of that harshly lean face. Dark, slightly overlong hair fell forward over his forehead, his eyes a curious light colour, neither blue nor grey, but somewhere in between, his nose a harsh slash, his mouth thinned in a straight line, deep grooves etched beside his nose and mouth. He looked coldly arrogant, and somehow Danny knew he offered no threat to her, that those icy eyes could never deepen with the emotion it would take to physically attack her, that his power was all of the will rather than the body.
‘I suppose you do realise it’s after eleven o’clock at night?’
Her eyes widened at the question; it had been the last thing she had expected. She was as aware of the time as she was of what she was doing!
‘And that mower is damned noisy,’ he added hardly at her lack of response.
Her brows knit together. ‘What does that have to do with you?’
His mouth thinned. ‘It’s a still summer’s night, the sound carries.’
‘Well I—Oh dear.’ Contrition darkened the brown glow of her eyes. ‘Could it be heard at the main house?’ she asked with dread.
‘Would you care?’ He derided her lack of concern so far in the conversation.
‘Well, I wouldn’t want to disturb Howard Hughes—sorry, I meant Mr Sutherland.’ She blushed at the slip.
‘You consider him a recluse?’ The man frowned.
Danny shrugged. ‘Well, I can’t think of any other name for a man who lives behind a ten-foot wall most of the time, has a couple of guard-dogs patrolling the grounds, surrounds himself with numerous bodyguards—can you?’ She quirked mischievous brows at him a shade darker than her straight red-gold hair, now secured in a single braid to just below her shoulders.
The man’s mouth twisted. ‘When you put it that way, no. And to answer your other question, I was at the main house when I heard the mower.’
‘Oh dear.’ She chewed on her bottom lip, her expression suddenly brightening. ‘He isn’t there, is he?’ She grinned her relief. ‘I remember I heard the helicopter leave earlier.’ She had been most disgusted when part of the grounds of the main house had been taken and turned into a helicopter-pad for the new owner, the comings and goings of the machine a noisy irritant. Old Mrs Prendergast, the previous owner, would turn over in her grave if she knew what they had done to her precious manor house. ‘Where’s he gone this time?’ Danny asked interestedly.
‘You have yet to tell me what you’re doing mowing the lawn at this ungodly hour.’ The man sounded more irritated than ever.
‘I always mow the lawn when I’m upset,’ she confided. ‘I think better then, you see.’
Grey eyes snapped with impatience. ‘And couldn’t you have done this thinking at a more reasonable time?’
‘I didn’t know at a more reasonable time that I had something to think about,’ she explained. ‘I need to think now, and it never used to disturb Mrs Prendergast. Although that could have been because she was as deaf as a post,’ she added thoughtfully.
‘I see.’ The beautifully moulded lips twitched as if in humour, although no smile actually materialised. ‘Well, I’m not, and it was disturbing the swim I was taking.’
‘Swimming!’ she said with some relief. ‘You’re wearing swimming trunks!’
‘Well, of course I … What did you think I was wearing?’ he asked drily. ‘No,’ he drawled. ‘Don’t answer that.’ He looked over at the cottage. ‘Doesn’t the mower disturb your grandfather?’
‘I hope not.’ She looked surprised. ‘He’s been dead ten years!’
The man looked taken aback. ‘But I understood this was the head-gardener’s cottage.’
Danny grinned at his perplexity. ‘You understood correct.’ She nodded.
‘Then he’s your father?’
‘Nope,’ she laughed lightly. ‘I live here alone.’
‘But you can’t be Danny Martin.’ He shook his head in denial of that fact.
She frowned at his emphatic tone. ‘Why can’t I?’
‘Because I’ve seen him about the grounds,’ the man said tersely. ‘He’s about seventy years old, with grey hair, and a stooped back!’
‘Zacky Boone.’ She instantly recognised him by the description. ‘And you would have a stooped back, too, if you had been gardening as long as he has!’
‘You’re the head-gardener?’ He still didn’t look convinced.
‘Third generation,’ she assured him proudly. ‘Dad had no boys, you see, and as I was the oldest girl I was the natural choice to take over from him when he retired.’
‘I don’t see anything natural about the choice.’ His steely gaze raked over her critically. ‘Wasn’t there something else you would rather have been doing?’
‘Wasn’t there something else you would rather have been doing than watching over Henry Sutherland?’ she instantly came back. ‘It can’t take a lot of intelligence to be a bodyguard.’ She had decided as they spoke that was what he had to be, the height and breadth of him, the muscular physique seeming to imply as much. ‘You don’t look as if you’re just brawn and muscle with nothing up top,’ she observed.
‘Thank you,’ he accepted with dry sarcasm. ‘But I can assure you that the bodyguards employed here don’t have“nothing up top” either,’ he told her grimly. ‘They’re very intelligent men, with the quick senses to match.’
‘Oops.’ She grimaced at his anger. ‘I didn’t mean to step on anyone’s toes.’
‘You haven’t stepped on mine,’ he assured her abruptly. ‘I don’t happen to be a bodyguard.’
‘Oh?’
‘My name is Sutherland—Pierce Sutherland—–’
‘Oh God, not another one.’ She gave him an angry glare.
Grey-blue eyes clouded with puzzlement. ‘I’m sorry?’
‘So you should be,’ she said crossly.
He looked more confused than ever. ‘What have I done?’
‘Nothing! But—–’
‘Thank God for that,’ he drawled mockingly.
‘But your cousin Nigel has.’ She glared at him again. ‘At least, I presume he’s your cousin.’
The assessing grey-blue eyes swept over her slender body, lingering on the fullness of her breasts before going down to her flat stomach. ‘I can’t see any evidence of it,’ he taunted.
For the first time that she could remember she blushed, she, Danielle Erica Martin, who never blushed. She had chosen to enter a profession consisting mainly of men, had been the only female in her class at college with twenty—–five men, and during that time she had become immune to personal remarks and innuendoes; she had had to or walk around with a permanent blush. But this remark, made by a complete stranger, was a little too personal to ignore.
‘I didn’t mean to me.’ She shot Pierce Sutherland a resentful glare. This was serious, damn it. ‘He’s seducing my sister Cheryl into breaking her engagement to the boy she’s been in love with since she was fifteen years old!’ she told him indignantly.
Dark brows met over grey-blue eyes. ‘Doesn’t the lady have to be willing for that?’
‘Not when she’s faced with a charming, good-looking, intelligent man who seemingly has an unending supply of money at his disposal with which to grant her every wish!’
‘Hm,’ he murmured. ‘I see your point; your sister has become a mercenary.’
‘No! Are you sure your name is Sutherland?’ She eyed him suspiciously.
This time there was definitely a twitch to the firm lips. ‘Which family trait am I lacking in?’
Well, the first she hadn’t known him long enough to judge, the second couldn’t be doubted, not when he was almost-naked not ten feet away from her, the fourth she would take on trust because of his name; it was difficult to tell a person’s wealth when their only clothing was a pair of brief swimming trunks! It was the third trait she doubted.
‘Cheryl is not a mercenary,’ she defended indignantly. ‘She’s just momentarily infatuated with this Nigel’s seeming ability to do exactly what he wants to do.’ A mercenary, in fact. She had called her sister that only this evening when Cheryl telephoned to tell her of the feelings she had for Nigel Patrick, the son of Henry Sutherland’s sister, and how she was thinking of breaking her engagement to Gary because of him.
Cheryl and Gary had been going out together for almost five years, it would break his heart if Cheryl left him now. It would break Cheryl’s, too, when she came to her senses. The best Danny had been able to do was to persuade her sister to wait a little longer before discussing it with Gary. Her sister’s ready agreement to the suggestion showed her that Cheryl wasn’t as sure about her feelings for Nigel as she pretended to be.
‘And what did you decide had to be done about them as you mowed the lawn?’
‘At this ungodly hour,’ she finished with a grin.
‘Exactly,’ Pierce drawled.
‘Well, I have two options open to me at the moment,’ she related thoughtfully. ‘I can either let it run its course—which is a bad idea. Or I can try to show Nigel in a bad light, you know two-timing Cheryl or something like that.’ She was eager to know his opinion on the latter; he must know his cousin better than she did.
‘That isn’t a good idea either.’ Pierce shook his head mockingly. ‘Nigel may be family, and consequently my opinion’s slightly biased, but if he’s seeing your sister you can be sure she’s the only woman he’s seeing; he never concentrates on more than one woman at a time.’
‘Then how about past scandals?’
‘There aren’t any.’
‘A playboy?’
‘He works at least nine hours a day, often six days a week, as the head of accounts for all Sutherland interests; that doesn’t leave him a lot of time to do anything!’
‘Bad habits?’ She was getting desperate now.
Pierce shook his head. ‘I don’t know of any.’
‘There must be something wrong with him!’ she wailed protestingly. ‘Everyone has at least one fault.’
‘I believe he used to pull little girls’ braids as a boy,’ Pierce taunted, looking pointedly at Danny’s.
‘Very funny.’ She glared at him.
‘What’s your fault?’ He raised dark brows.
‘I talk to strange men who are wearing only bathing trunks at almost twelve o’clock at night!’
For a moment there was only silence, and then he began to laugh, a rich deep sound that was well worth waiting for. ‘And mine is that I listen to the problems of the head-gardener who has a body like Raquel Welch at twelve o’clock at night!’
She quirked light auburn brows at him. ‘Would you like to rephrase that?’
‘Who has the body of Raquel Welch any time of night?’
‘Again,’ she prompted drily.
‘Who has a body like Raquel Welch any time—period?’ he said hopefully.
She gave a light tinkling laugh of enjoyment. ‘You’re learning.’
‘Yes,’ he acknowledged ruefully. ‘How long has your sister known Nigel?’
‘About a month or so; she met him down here when she came home from university for the weekend.’ Danny frowned as she once again dwelled on the problem of her sister and Nigel Patrick. ‘They’ve been meeting in London regularly since then.’
‘And her fiancé?’
‘Lives in Bedmont.’
‘Ah.’
Ah, indeed. Bedmont was the nearest town to the estate, probably about twelve miles away, but almost a hundred from London. Cheryl and Gary only saw each other alternate weekends because of the expense of travelling, the two of them supposed to be saving up to get married next summer when Cheryl finished at university.
‘The problem appears to be distance,’ Pierce agreed thoughtfully. ‘Your sister is obviously pining for male company, and Nigel is happily providing it. Could the fiancé move to London?’
In theory that might have worked—except for one thing. ‘Gary is in the local ambulance service,’ she told him despondently. ‘He can’t get an instant transfer.’
‘Hm.’ Pierce frowned.
‘Cheryl should be ashamed of herself,’ Danny said crossly.
‘Because he’s an ambulanceman, or because she’s thinking of breaking their engagement?’
‘Both!’
‘Can’t your parents talk to her? It seems to me it isn’t really your problem.’
‘When Dad retired last year he and Mum went to Cornwall; I don’t want to worry them with this.’ She shook her head, loose tendrils of hair about her face.
‘Why not, you’re worried.’ He frowned.
‘I’m the eldest …’
‘How old is that?’ he asked sceptically.
‘Twenty-one. But—–’
‘A baby,’ he derided. ‘And how old is Cheryl?’
‘Nineteen. But—–’
‘Old enough to make her own mistakes—or not, whatever the case may be,’ he dismissed arrogantly.
‘I’m a baby, but she isn’t?’ Danny mocked.
‘Touche,’ he drawled drily. ‘But I still think you should let your sister make the decision without any help from you.’
‘She always makes the wrong one and regrets it afterwards.’ Danny shook her head. ‘Look, I’m sorry I bothered you, this is really not your problem,’ she smiled openly, ‘I’m sure you want to get back to your swim, and I have to get back to my thinking.’
‘But not the lawn-mower, I hope?’
‘No,’ she laughed. ‘Not the lawn-mower. I’m really sorry about that, I just wasn’t thinking.’
‘I thought you were thinking!’
She observed him with her head tilted to one side. ‘I think perhaps you are a Sutherland after all.’
His mouth twisted. ‘I’ll decide whether or not that’s a compliment on my walk back to the pool; you certainly don’t seem to have a very high opinion of the Sutherlands.’
Danny shook her head. ‘I like you.’
‘Thank you,’ he accepted gravely. ‘I hope you can come up with a solution to the Cheryl-Nigel affair.’
‘Oh, it isn’t an affair,’ she quickly defended. ‘At least, Cheryl assured me they aren’t sleeping together.’
‘Does any couple having an affair actually“sleep” together?’ Pierce mocked drily.
‘I wouldn’t know.’ She unconsciously revealed her own innocence, although she wouldn’t have cared if she had realised; she didn’t wear her virginity like a talisman, but neither was she ashamed of it. When the time, and the man, were right, she knew she wouldn’t give two thoughts to her virginity. ‘I wish you hadn’t said that.’ She frowned. ‘Now I’m really worried.’
‘I shouldn’t be,’ he derided. ‘Nigel doesn’t actually seduce innocents.’
‘Cheryl isn’t that innocent.’ Danny grimaced, knowing her sister and Gary had been making love for some time.
‘Oh.’
‘Don’t worry, I’ll think of something,’ she assured Pierce. ‘I’ve been getting Cheryl out of one scrape or another all our lives.’
‘Then it’s time you had a rest from it.’
‘I will.’ She nodded. ‘Once she’s safely married to Gary.’
‘I hope you’re successful.’
Danny stood and watched him as he opened the wrought-iron gate that separated her small walled cottage from the main immediate grounds, liking the dark thickness of his hair, his wide shoulders, the play of muscles over his back, his tapered waist and narrowed hips, his legs long and muscled, his whole body deeply tanned. The lines of cynicism she had seen on his face, the thread of silver in his dark hair, had indicated that he was probably nearing his fortieth year, and yet he was as lithe as a twenty-year-old. She found herself liking the look of Pierce Sutherland very much.
Suddenly she didn’t want to let him go, running across the newly cut lawn to open her gate and follow him as he walked towards the lights of the grey-stoned manor house. ‘Hey, Pierce, I—–’
‘For God’s sake!’ His expression was fierce as he turned to see her running lightly after him. ‘Go back,’ he shouted harshly. ‘Danny, go back!’
She came to an abrupt halt, staring at him with stricken eyes. Why had he returned to his initial coldness so suddenly? Minutes ago he had …
‘Danny, go back!’ He began to run back to her as the sound of the dogs barking could be heard, all the time the sound coming closer and closer. ‘Oh God!’ he groaned as the two Alsatians bounded around the corner of the house, still barking as they ran towards them, two of the biggest of their breed Danny had ever seen. ‘Heel!’ Pierce commanded as he turned to face them, pushing Danny behind him. ‘For God’s sake heel!’ He was breathing hard in his effort to stop the howling beasts.
‘Sit, you two.’ Danny stepped in front of Pierce, the two panting dogs obediently sitting down at her feet, looking up at her with adoring eyes as she patted them affectionately on the head. She turned back to Pierce. ‘It’s all right, they won’t hurt you while you’re with me.’ She smiled at him reassuringly, concerned at how pale he was.
‘I—thought—they—might—attack—you!’ he said through gritted teeth.
‘Fang and Killer?’ She laughed at the thought of them possibly hurting her.
‘I believe their names are Ferdinand and Kilpatrick.’ He stepped out from behind her, looking down in amazement at the two stupidly drooling dogs that were supposed to be trained killers, Kilpatrick even rolling over on his back now to have his stomach rubbed by one slender, playful hand.
‘Oh, they are.’ Danny nodded. ‘Such silly names for these fearsome creatures.’
‘They don’t look very fearsome at the moment.’ Pierce looked on with disgust as Ferdinand joined his brother by rolling on his back, his big feet waving ridiculously in the air.
‘Oh, you mustn’t mind them.’ Danny straightened, pulling down the ribbed halter-top as it rode up towards her breasts. ‘They know me very well.’
‘They know me, too,’ he derided. ‘But they don’t“roll over” for me!’
She frowned. ‘You seemed frightened of them a moment ago …?’
‘I told you, I thought they were going to attack you,’ he explained impatiently. ‘I had no idea they were aware of your scent.’
‘We’re old friends.’ She absently stroked the two regal heads as the dogs stood as close to her as they could get. ‘Danton introduced me to them their first day here; he thought it best in the circumstances.’
‘Yes,’ he agreed tersely. ‘Speaking of Danton,’ his eyes narrowed as he looked about them, ‘he should have been here with his dogs by now.’
Danny shook her head. ‘He probably thinks they’re taking a run with me, we usually take one together late at night when it isn’t so hot. I just haven’t had the time tonight.’
Grey eyes were disbelieving. ‘You run Danton’s dogs for him?’
‘Of course not,’ she scorned. ‘They just run along with me when I jog five times around the wall perimeter.’
‘Good God, how far is that?’
‘About five miles, I think. Then I—–’
‘Don’t tell me any more!’ He closed his eyes. ‘What on earth do you want to half kill yourself in that way every night for?’
‘I don’t half kill myself.’ She smiled at his horror. ‘I’m keeping myself in shape—my Raquel Welch shape,’ she added teasingly.
‘Gardening doesn’t do that?’
Danny shook her head. ‘It doesn’t loosen up the muscles like jogging does.’
‘But it doesn’t kill you either!’
‘Exercise, properly supervised, doesn’t harm you at all,’ she reproved. ‘I’m sure you don’t keep your own body in that great shape by sitting about all day.’ The candidness of her gaze showed him just how good she thought that body was.
‘I swim thirty lengths of the pool daily,’ he grudgingly admitted.
‘There you are, then,’ she said smugly. ‘Actually, that’s why I came after you.’
‘Because of my great body?’ he lightly mocked.
‘I think you’re learning a little too fast now.’ She pretended irritation, the twinkle in her sherry-coloured eyes belying that emotion. ‘I wondered if I could join you in your swim.’
‘You can think in a pool, too?’
‘I’ve never tried.’ She shrugged. ‘I didn’t really have that in mind when I suggested the swim.’
‘Oh?’
‘My, what a suspicious mind you have, Mr Sutherland.’ Danny looked up at him reprovingly. ‘Your uncle lives in a sterilely safe world but I would have thought you had more sense. I certainly don’t have designs on that great body of yours,’ she said angrily.
He had stiffened at the mention of his reclusive uncle, but his expression lightened at the latter, until finally he smiled, albeit resignedly. ‘Go and get your bikini, Danny,’ he sighed. ‘I’d hate you to miss your daily exercise and lose that figure.’
An imp of mischief possessed her as she looked for her bathing costume, picking up one of Cheryl’s, a skimpy black article on her petite sister, even more so on her more generous curves. But Pierce’s last comment had been a little patronising, and she intended shaking him out of his arrogant complacency.
She certainly did that when she joined him, waiting until he surfaced at the side of the pool before dropping her black robe, almost giggling out loud at the widening of Pierce’s eyes as he leant his chin on his folded arms, water dripping down his face.
‘I was wrong,’ he said slowly. ‘Your body is better than Raquel Welch’s!’
She moved to the poolside with exaggeratedly provocative movements. ‘Eat your heart out, Pierce Sutherland.’ She gave him a sweetly triumphant smile. ‘I’ve already promised not to touch you.’
He watched her as she slowly entered the water by the stairs. ‘I didn’t make the same promise,’ he reminded huskily. ‘Although we would have little privacy here.’ He grimaced.
She glanced up at the brightly lit windows. The pool, another recent addition for the new owner, was built close to the back of the three-storey house. ‘Mr Sutherland isn’t back in the house, is he?’ she prompted cautiously, doubting Henry Sutherland would like the idea of his gardener cavorting about in his pool with his nephew.
Pierce shook his head. ‘I can assure you Henry is not in the house.’
‘Do you call him that?’ She swam over to his side, treading water when she reached him. ‘It doesn’t seem respectful somehow. He’s a very powerful man, isn’t he?’ She wrinkled her nose at one man having as much power as Henry Sutherland was reputed to have.
‘Very,’ Pierce agreed grimly.
‘Where do you fit into the scheme of things?’ she asked interestedly. ‘Your cousin does the accounts,’ she explained at his questioning look. ‘I wondered what you did for the Sutherland empire.’
‘A bit of this, a bit of that.’ Pierce shrugged dismissively. ‘It’s a big organisation.’
She nodded, looking appreciatively at the blue-bottomed pool, liking the privacy the fenced-in area offered—except from the house itself! ‘How many lengths have you done?’
‘Ten.’ He shook the water from his hair. ‘Feel up to doing the other twenty?’
‘I can try.’ She nodded. ‘Although don’t make it a race; I’m completely out of practice. They closed the pool down in Bedmont, you know,’ she told him as they struck out in leisurely strokes.
Pierce moved smoothly through the water, obviously pacing himself to her slower movements. ‘Feel free to use this one any time you want.’
‘Won’t your uncle mind the intrusion?’ ‘Henry can be a very generous person,’ he told her drily.
‘I suppose it’s nice for him, having his two nephews working for him,’ she said thoughtfully. ‘He doesn’t have any children of his own, does he?’
‘No.’
‘I heard his wife died.’
‘A long time ago,’ Pierce confirmed abruptly.
‘How sad. And he never married again?’
‘No.’
‘It seems a pity, I’m sure he must have a lot to give a relationship.’
Pierce’s mouth twisted. ‘He is very rich.’
‘I didn’t mean in that way.’ She gave him a stern look for his cynicism. ‘With all that wealth he must also be a very travelled man. Very interesting, I should think.’
‘To my knowledge no woman has ever wanted him for his mind,’ Pierce drawled drily.
Amusement flickered in warm brown eyes. ‘Now that is disrespectful,’ she teased.
‘But true,’ he rasped, striking out in stronger movements. ‘Let’s speed this up or we’ll be here all night!’
She managed fifteen lengths before hauling herself out and collapsing on the cool marble surround to the pool. By the time she had recovered her breath enough to sit up Pierce was on his final length. He glided easily through the water, obviously not tiring at all, his strokes still strong and smooth, a grim look of satisfaction to his face as he levered out on to the side, picking up a towel to drape it around his neck.
‘I’ve been thinking …’
‘Well, it worked for one of us, didn’t it.’ She grinned.
His brows rose. ‘You have no solution to your problem?’
‘Not yet, but I’ll find one,’ she dismissed confidently. ‘You were thinking …?’
‘When you go on this late night jog of yours,’ he dropped down on to the marble beside her, ‘why don’t alarms go off and the lights come on?’
‘It’s quite a security system, isn’t it,’ she acknowledged. ‘What does your uncle have in the house that he needs to protect?’
Pierce’s mouth twisted. ‘That most elusive possession, privacy.’
Danny grimaced. ‘And an expensive one, too, if the guards and security system are anything to go by.’
‘You didn’t answer my question,’ he prompted hardly.
‘About the bells and lights?’ She shrugged. ‘Dave Benson switches them off while I take my run.’
‘He what?’
Danny frowned at his harsh anger. ‘Don’t panic,’ she teased. ‘There’s still the visual surveillance, and the actual guards. Besides, it isn’t for very long, and—–’
‘Long enough,’ Pierce ground out fiercely, his eyes icy grey. ‘I can’t believe this.’ He shook his head. ‘Are you really telling me that Benson switches off a million pounds worth of highly technical equipment so that you can jog five miles a night?’
‘A million pounds?’ Danny gasped at the figure. ‘Is that really how much it cost? I know he’s a rich man, but—–’
‘Does he?’
She shrugged. ‘I don’t know what all the fuss is about, it’s only for a few minutes—–’
‘Long enough for someone to get in to the grounds and up to the house,’ Pierce snapped, anger etched deeply into his face.
She shook her head. ‘Not with the dogs loose.’
‘Ferdinand and Kilpatrick are with you, remember,’ he bit out tersely.
Danny gave an impatient sigh. ‘In that case there are still the men patrolling the house and immediate grounds.’
‘After learning of the shambles you’ve made of the rest of the security system I wouldn’t be surprised to know that they’re watching you, too! God,’ he exploded into a sitting position. ‘This is incredible!’
She chewed on her bottom lip as she realised how seriously upset he was. ‘Are you going to tell your uncle?’ She grimaced.
His head snapped round, his breathing uneven. ‘You can be sure he needs to be told what’s going on in his own house!’ he told her hardily.
‘What will he do?’
‘Well, I wouldn’t advise any more late night trips into the grounds,’ he warned grimly.
‘Dave Benson isn’t going to get into trouble, is he?’ she asked pleadingly, wishing she had just kept her mouth shut. But it had been something she had never been able to do. Besides, she hadn’t realised it would cause this fuss.
‘Mr Benson is going to get exactly what he deserves!’
His steely tone made her cringe. Pierce Sutherland was obviously a man without mercy, which led her to wonder if he wasn’t his uncle’s hatchet-man; he gave the impression of having to make harsh decisions and seeing that they were carried out.
‘Pierce, I—–’
‘What do you think you’re doing?’ he rasped, looking down at her coldly.
Sherry-coloured eyes widened in bewilderment. ‘Sorry?’
He looked down pointedly at the hand she had placed on his chest as she made her plea.
Danny looked down at the hand too, the skin almost the same colour as his own mahogany, hours spent working in the grounds meaning it wasn’t a pretty or delicate hand, the nails were kept short and square, the long fingers were capable rather than refined, several callouses on her palm. No, it wasn’t a pretty hand, but it didn’t deserve the dissecting regard Pierce was giving it, either.
‘Why are you touching me?’ he asked slowly.
She breathed softly as she realised the reason for his terse query. ‘I talk with my hands,’ she dismissed. ‘My father says that if my hands were tied behind my back I’d be silent.’
‘I doubt that,’ Pierce drawled derisively.
‘It’s true. I—–’ The light explanation was cut off as firmly moulded lips descended almost roughly on to her own.
Surprise was quickly followed by pleasure, and with a low groan of surrender she curved her body in to his, her arms going up about his neck, opening her lips as the rigidity of his tongue probed against them.
Her mouth widened even more as she gasped at the coolness of the marble against her back as she was lowered to the ground, the hardness of Pierce’s chest crushing her breasts in a most erotic way, the peaks erect through her bikini top.
‘Danny—– What is your name?’ Pierce demanded against the curve of her breast.
She mumbled her reply, surprised she could remember her name, feeling dizzy at the expertise of this man’s kisses. God, he …
‘I’m sorry, Mr Sutherland, I had no idea—–!
My God, Danny!’ Don Bridgeman, Head of Security for the Sutherland estate, gasped as he stood several feet away from them, his dark-suited figure strangely out of place.
‘What is it?’ Pierce sat up, effectively shielding Danny as she straightened her bikini.
‘We have a security alert on the west wall—–’
‘I’m surprised you were aware of it,’ Pierce snapped with icy reproval as he stood up.
‘Sir …?’ Don Bridgeman looked puzzled.
‘Never mind,’ Pierce dismissed. ‘I’ll talk to you about that later. Wait for me outside.’
Danny watched the exchange with a puzzled frown, feeling sorry for the older man, knowing his rebuke had all been her fault. But how was she supposed to know her casually given admission would cause this much trouble; the alarm was only off for a matter of minutes, for goodness’ sake!
‘I’m sorry about this.’ Pierce put out a hand to pull her to her feet, instantly releasing her as she straightened. ‘I had no idea we would be interrupted.’
She dismissed the apology with an impatient shrug. ‘What are you going to do about Dave Benson?’
His head went back haughtily. ‘I don’t believe that is any of your business.’
‘But—–’
‘If you’ll excuse me, I have to go and check on this break in security,’ he cut in pointedly.
Danny would have liked to have said more, but she could see by the implacability of his rigidly clenched jaw that Pierce wasn’t in the mood to listen. With a shrug she collected up her robe and left, the mischievous leaps and bounds of Ferdinand and Kilpatrick as they accompanied her back to the cottage not soothing her at all. Pierce seemed to be a powerful and respected man—and she was more deeply attracted to him than any man she had ever met.
CHAPTER TWO (#u04c26252-f2ea-5fc9-885a-fda7573fd33c)
‘ANY more lemon meringue pie?’
Danny stood up with a smile, going to the dish that stood on top of the cooker.
‘You make the best lemon meringue pie I’ve ever tasted.’ Gary watched her movements.
It had been a successful meal, plain English cooking, soup, roast beef with all the trimmings, and Gary’s favourite dessert, lemon meringue pie, but she knew that was the sort of food he preferred, not a man to go in for exotic food. Thank goodness, because she couldn’t cook exotic food!
She had finally come up with this idea midweek, inviting Gary over for a meal, knowing he would mention it to Cheryl the next time he saw her, and knowing that her sister would instantly be suspicious; her lack of cooking ability had become a family joke over the years, and it was something she avoided at all costs. Close as the sisters were, Cheryl would not appreciate Danny inviting Gary here when she herself wasn’t present.
Gary was her own age, the two of them in the same class at school, in fact it had been because of their casual friendship that Cheryl and Gary had met and fallen in love. Cheryl would not be pleased to know Gary had spent the evening with Danny.
The idea had come to her as she spent the afternoon in the seclusion of the vegetable garden, trying desperately to think of some way to bring Cheryl to her senses, her sister having telephoned her again the previous evening before going out to a party with Nigel Patrick. It had suddenly seemed imperative that she do something to stop the relationship, sure that Cheryl would regret it if Gary should find out about the other man. She had decided that a little healthy jealousy on Cheryl’s part might not be a bad thing.
Not that Gary saw any romantic interest in her invitation! It would have been insulting if she weren’t used to it. Gary never saw any other woman but Cheryl, and so looked on Danny as a sister; he already had two, one more made no difference! He accepted the invitation to dinner because she was Cheryl’s sister, had talked of nothing but Cheryl since he arrived. Tall and firmly muscled, his only other real interest besides Cheryl was food, he ate the meal she had prepared in appreciative silence.
‘Will Cheryl be coming home this weekend?’ she asked as she gave him his third helping of pie. Her sister had been very non-committal about her plans when they spoke two days ago.
‘No.’ He ate his pie with relish.
She frowned. ‘But I thought it was her turn to come home this weekend?’
‘It is.’ He nodded, his dark hair kept short, his deep blue eyes warm and open, very good-looking in a youthful way. ‘But she needs to study,’ he dismissed. ‘She has her exams soon.’
Danny held back her impatience with effort; the only thing Cheryl would be studying this weekend was Nigel Patrick, she was sure of it. God, her sister was a fool! Not that Nigel Patrick wasn’t charming, he was, very, but he was only interested in having a good time, couldn’t possibly have any lasting interest in a young girl destined to become an English teacher. Sometimes her sister could be so stupid!
‘Coffee?’ she asked Gary absently, receiving a frowning look as she almost removed his bowl before all the pie had been eaten.
‘Thanks.’ He sat back, obviously replete. ‘Shall I help you clear away here?’
She almost laughed at his lack of enthusiasm for the idea, ushering him into the lounge while she made the coffee. Gary was a typical male, he didn’t mind eating the meal, but clearing away the debris was something else entirely. Not that she minded in this case, Gary was something of a menace in the kitchen, usually managing to break at least one thing.
She checked on him while she was waiting for the coffee to percolate, finding him engrossed in the boxing match on the television. No wonder Cheryl found Nigel Patrick more exciting!
She had the coffee ready on a tray when the knock sounded on the back door, and went to answer it. She hadn’t seen Pierce Sutherland over the last three days, and she couldn’t pretend she wasn’t surprised to see him now. For one thing, he looked completely different in the iron-grey pin-striped suit and pale grey shirt, his hair trimmed to a neater style, too. For another thing she just hadn’t expected to see him again, their parting the other evening certainly hadn’t led her to believe they would.
‘I know it’s late,’ he began in that husky voice.
‘It’s only ten-thirty,’ she mocked.
His mouth twisted. ‘I forgot, you’re a night-owl. Solved your problem?’
She thought of Gary sitting comfortably replete in the other room. ‘Working on it.’ She nodded. ‘Was everything all right the other night?’
‘The security alert?’ He nodded. ‘Just a malfunction in the system.’
‘Would you like to come in?’ She belatedly remembered her manners. ‘I’ve just made some coffee.’
‘I’ll come in,’ he accepted. ‘But I never drink coffee.’
‘Caffeine.’ She nodded, closing the door behind him.
‘No,’ he derided. ‘I just don’t like it.’
‘Oh,’ she smiled. ‘Tea, then?’
‘Nothing, thanks,’ he refused abruptly, his height making her cosy kitchen look even smaller.
‘Then what can I do for you?’ She looked up at him curiously.
‘I—–’
‘Hey, Danny, I— Oh,’ Gary came to a confused halt in the doorway, meeting the other man’s narrow-eyed gaze with curiosity. ‘I didn’t realise you had company.’ He turned enquiringly to Danny.
‘That makes two of us,’ Pierce Sutherland put in icily. ‘It would seem I’ve called at an inopportune time,’ he added harshly.
‘Not at all,’ she dismissed easily. ‘Gary and I have finished our meal, and …’
‘Gary?’ Pierce echoed slowly.
Danny nodded. ‘You remember, I told you about my sister’s fiancé.’
‘I remember,’ he rasped grimly. ‘Your method of solving the problem is—unique, Danielle.’
The foreign inflection he gave to her full name was very pleasant, but she couldn’t imagine what he thought was so unique about the idea of making her sister jealous. Inspired, perhaps, but certainly not unique.
‘I’ll leave the two of you to enjoy your coffee,’ he added coldly.
‘But you didn’t tell me why you came over.’ She frowned.
‘It wasn’t important.’ He turned to the younger man. ‘Sorry to have interrupted your evening.’
‘Pierce …’ She stood in the doorway and watched as he strode off into the darkness, the barking of the dogs silenced by a single word from him tonight. He was a strange man, a very strange man. Almost as strange as his uncle was reputed to be.
‘Who was that?’ Gary was naturally mystified by her visitor.
She closed the door with a sigh. She hadn’t expected to see Pierce Sutherland again, knowing that the kiss they had shared hadn’t meant the same to him as it had to her. But now that she had seen him again she hated the fact that he had left without telling her why he had come here in the first place.
‘He works for Henry Sutherland.’ She was reluctant to mention either of the nephews to Gary, knew he could be very astute when he chose to be.
‘Are you and he—friends?’ Gary probed.
‘No,’ she answered truthfully, doubting Pierce Sutherland had many friends, male or female.
‘He didn’t seem too pleased about seeing me here.’ Gary frowned.
‘You’re imagining things,’ she dismissed briskly. ‘Now, how about that coffee?’
‘That’s what I came in to tell you,’ he said ruefully. ‘Don’t bother about coffee for me, I’d better be going; I have an early shift tomorrow.’
The coffee was already made, but she didn’t try to dissuade him. Gary was a very nice man, but she had done what she set out to do, and now she didn’t mind being left on her own.
She walked down to the gate that divided her garden from the main one after Gary had left, looking over at the main house. The lights around the pool were on, and she could imagine that sleek body moving through the cool water, wishing she could join him. But things had changed in the last three days, no longer was she allowed to enter the grounds at night, the alarms left on now by strict instructions of Henry Sutherland. And poor Dave Benson was under sentence of serious reprimand when Henry Sutherland got back from his latest business trip. She had tried to get in to see the elusive billionaire before he left, intending to plead on Dave’s behalf, but she had been firmly told that Mr Sutherland wasn’t seeing anyone.
She couldn’t blame Pierce for advising his uncle to take some form of action over the incident, but she didn’t feel Dave Benson should be made to take all the blame.
She had heard the helicopter return earlier this evening, and Pierce’s presence indicated that his uncle was back in residence, but the lateness of the hour meant she would have to wait until tomorrow before seeing Henry Sutherland. She wished she knew why Pierce had come over …
‘What are you up to?’ Cheryl demanded suspiciously.
The expected telephone call from her sister came early the next evening, Cheryl sounding most indignant. ‘Sorry?’ She pretended ignorance, holding back her humour.
‘Gary said he came to dinner last night,’ Cheryl accused.
‘He did,’ she acknowledged. ‘He looks as if he’s losing weight to me,’ she added lightly. ‘I thought a home-cooked meal would be nice.’
‘Not one of your home cooked meals!’ Cheryl mocked scornfully.
‘Gary didn’t have any complaints,’ she taunted.
‘He gets a home-cooked meal every night—he lives at home with his parents!’
‘So he does,’ she smiled. ‘Then something else must be bothering him.’
‘I suppose you’re implying that it’s me,’ Cheryl said in a disgruntled voice.
‘You?’ She feigned surprise. ‘Why should Gary be worried about you?’
‘Because of Nigel!’
‘Oh, but he doesn’t know about him,’ Danny dismissed. ‘And even if he did, he may not be too worried. You’ve been away a long time, Cheryl,’ she reasoned. ‘Men tend to find themselves other—compensations for an absent fiancée.’
‘What are you implying now?’ her sister demanded waspishly. ‘That Gary has someone else?’
‘Why not? You do.’
‘That’s different—–’
‘I don’t see how,’ she mocked. ‘Gary is very handsome, he has a steady job, a lot of women would be glad to snap him up.’
‘He’s engaged to me!’
‘Engagements don’t seem to mean the same as they used to,’ she derided.
‘Do you know something I don’t?’ Cheryl asked sharply. ‘Has Gary been seeing someone else?’
‘Would it really bother you that much if he were?’
‘Of course it would!’
‘Why? I thought you were thinking of finishing with him anyway,’ Danny reasoned.
‘I am, but … Who is it, Danny?’ she demanded to know. ‘Who is Gary seeing?’
‘No one, as far as I know,’ Danny answered evasively.
‘But you said—–’ Cheryl broke off, the workings of her mind almost audible over the telephone. ‘How late did he stay last night?’ she finally asked guardedly.
‘Quite late,’ Danny prevaricated. ‘He can be a very interesting conversationalist.’
‘Are you going to invite him over again?’
‘I was thinking of asking him tomorrow,’ she invented, having hoped the once would be enough to irk her sister.
‘You can’t,’ Cheryl told her with obvious relief. ‘He’s coming up to London for the weekend.’
‘But I thought he was working.’ She was genuinely surprised.
‘He’s managed to change weekends with someone else,’ her sister said triumphantly.
‘What about Nigel?’
Cheryl sighed. ‘He’s had to go away unexpectedly,’ she grumbled. ‘To Germany this time.’
She had known Henry Sutherland was once more away, her efforts to see him earlier today once again met with refusal, but she hadn’t thought of Nigel going with him. This wasn’t the ideal way she would have wanted Cheryl to be with Gary, but at least they would be together; it was better than nothing. And she knew it had given her sister a jolt to know she had had Gary over for dinner. She could only do so much to keep them together, the rest was up to them.
‘I don’t—I’ll have to go,’ she said quickly as a loud knock sounded on the door. ‘Someone is at the door.’
‘About Gary …’
‘He’s your problem,’ she dismissed impatiently, wondering if her visitor could be Pierce; she hoped so. ‘But if he didn’t refuse dinner with me I doubt he would turn down any other invitations he receives either. It’s lonely for him here, Cheryl, I hope you realise that.’
‘It’s lonely for me too.’
‘But you’ve found someone else to ease your loneliness,’ she reminded. ‘So why shouldn’t Gary do the same?’
‘He wouldn’t.’
‘I hope you’re right.’ Danny sighed at her sister’s confidence, sadly afraid Cheryl could be right. ‘Have a nice weekend, Cheryl, but try to remember that you will have to make a decision between Gary and Nigel soon. I’ll call you Monday or Tuesday.’ She rang off quickly before her visitor decided she wasn’t at home and went away again, her face glowing with pleasure when she opened the door to find Pierce standing there. ‘I hoped you would come back tonight.’ She pulled him inside. ‘You left so suddenly last night.’ She beamed up at him.
He seemed slightly dazed by the warmth of his welcome. ‘You had company.’ He shrugged.
‘Only Gary,’ Danny dismissed lightly. ‘You don’t travel with your uncle?’
He frowned, the grey-blue eyes suddenly wary. ‘Sorry?’
‘I was talking to Cheryl on the telephone when you knocked,’ she explained, liking the way the black trousers fitted the lean length of his legs, the grey shirt obviously silk. She felt a bit untidy in her green shorts and lime-green T-shirt, having intended to shower and change after her salad dinner; Cheryl’s call had delayed that. ‘She was bemoaning the fact that Nigel has gone away to Germany with your uncle.’
‘Did he actually tell her that?’ Pierce asked slowly.
‘Oh God.’ She grimaced. ‘I haven’t found another security malfunction?’
Pierce gave a half smile, at once looking less severe and remote. ‘Not that I’m aware,’ he drawled. ‘But Henry Sutherland certainly isn’t going to be anywhere near Germany this weekend.’
Danny gave him a startled look. ‘Are you sure?’
‘He arrived home late this afternoon, and as far as I know he intends staying here for several days.’
She chewed on her bottom lip. ‘Then I wonder why Nigel told Cheryl that?’ She frowned. ‘Let’s go through to the lounge and make ourselves comfortable,’ she suggested absently, moving with her usual grace, sitting cross-legged on the sofa. ‘Please, sit down,’ she invited as Pierce hesitated in the low doorway, the beams on the ceiling almost touching his head as he crossed the room. ‘Mind!’ she warned as he almost walked into the light hanging from the middle of the ceiling.
‘An original cottage, I presume,’ he said drily. ‘Like the house.’
‘Wonderful, aren’t they,’ Danny acknowledged admiringly. ‘We’ve decorated the cottage since my grandfather lived here, of course …’
‘Obviously,’ Pierce mocked.
She gave an appreciative chuckle. ‘But otherwise we’ve tried to keep it the same. It’s very cosy in the winter with the fire burning.’
‘I’m sure. Only Gary?’ he prompted softly.
Danny frowned at the sudden change of subject. ‘Gary Cartwright? Cheryl’s fiancé?’
‘Yes, your sister’s fiancé,’ Pierce acknowledged with steel in his voice. ‘When I said you had company last night you replied“Only Gary”. I take it that young man was your sister’s fiancé?’
Young man? He made Gary sound in a different generation, and as she was Gary’s contemporary … she wouldn’t have that! ‘Yes, that was Gary,’ she confirmed. ‘He left just after you did, he has to be up early for work in the mornings. Why do you suppose Nigel lied to Cheryl?’
‘Why do you?’
‘I thought you said he only concentrated on one woman at a time,’ she reminded.
He shrugged broad shoulders, a certain tension about him even though he seemed relaxed in the chair he had chosen to sit in. Danny wondered if he ever completely relaxed. ‘Perhaps I don’t know him as well as I thought I did,’ he drawled. ‘Will you tell your sister?’
She shook her head. ‘She would just think I’m being vindictive. Letting her think I have designs on Gary is a much better idea.’
Grey eyes blinked, his face remaining expressionless. ‘Is that what you were doing last night?’
She nodded. ‘I like Gary, and I think Cheryl is treating him very badly.’
‘I see.’
‘No, you don’t,’ she laughed at his disapproving look. ‘Gary sees me as another sister; he already has two. And he’s been in our family circle for so long that I think of him as a brother in return. You still haven’t told me why you came over last night.’
‘I wanted to explain to you why such action has been taken over the security man called Benson.’
‘Oh, I understand that it was wrong to turn off the alarms.’ She sobered. ‘He does, too—–’
‘I should damn well hope so!’
‘But he still kept up the visual surveillance,’ she added protestingly.
‘It wasn’t enough.’
‘Pierce—–’
‘Danielle, it was Benson’s responsibility to take care of night security,’ he cut in grimly, his mouth tight. ‘As an ex-policeman he should have known better.’
‘Why do you do that?’ she asked curiously.
‘Benson is—–’
‘No, not that—although we’ll get back to him in a moment. No one else calls me Danielle.’
‘Danny makes you sound like a man.’ He scowled.
‘As you once thought me.’ She nodded. ‘Oh, don’t worry, I’m not complaining. It makes me feel special.’
Grey eyes looked at her probingly. ‘Why should you want that, Danielle?’ he asked softly.
‘Why not?’ She looked at him with candid brown eyes. ‘You don’t have a girl in every country like your cousin seems to, do you?’
The forbidding mouth quirked mockingly. ‘I don’t have a girl—or preferably, woman, in any country,’ Pierce derided.
‘No?’ She found that a little hard to believe, sensing that beneath the reserved coldness was a man of deep passion. Hadn’t she tasted a little of that passion the other night? Didn’t she want to taste it again!
‘No,’ he spoke harshly now.
‘Would you like one,’ she encouraged hopefully. ‘In England, that is?’
His mouth tightened even more. ‘Are you offering your services?’
Perhaps it was the way he said ‘services’, or maybe it was just his tone of voice, but she found the words slightly insulting. ‘I’d like to get to know you better,’ she answered with a frown. ‘I’d also like to go swimming again,’ she added lightly.
‘Another mercenary,’ Pierce taunted.
‘Not me.’ She shook her head. ‘I just felt that as you’re partly responsible for my late night jogging being curtailed you wouldn’t mind offering the use of the pool for my excercise instead.’
‘I told you before,’ he rasped, ‘you’re free to use it at any time.’
‘You’re sure it won’t disturb your uncle?’ She frowned.
‘Yes.’
‘Have you had your swim today yet?’
‘That isn’t very subtle, Danielle,’ he drawled, his eyes mocking.
‘Do I have to be?’ she complained. ‘I’ve never been one to indulge in those pointless guessing games. I’d like us to become friends, and as you don’t seem to be around too often I have to take advantage of the opportunities I do have.’
His brows rose in some surprise. ‘You’re certainly different from the women I usually meet.’
‘Have there been a lot of them?’
‘The mere fact that I consider you too young for me to answer that question tells me this conversation shouldn’t be taking place at all,’ he bit out.
‘But it is.’
He made an impatient sound in his throat. ‘Woman have never figured that strongly in my life,’ he answered distantly, as if he weren’t used to people delving so closely into his private life. ‘When I want one I take one, it’s as simple as that.’
Danny gave an inward wince at his candidness, as he had probably guessed that she would. But she freely acknowledged that he had been brought up in, and inhabited, a completely different world from her own, one where real emotions were hard to find, his very name making him a target for women and so increasing his cynicism where they were concerned. It couldn’t be easy being a Sutherland, even if he was just a nephew to Henry Sutherland.
‘And do you—take one—often?’ She looked at him with widely innocent eyes.
‘If you’re trying to ascertain how highly sexed I am let me assure you that my appetite is that of the average male. I am in no desperate need of a woman right now,’ he dismissed coldly. ‘And when I am I choose women who will not be a problem to me afterwards.’
She had only asked the question in the hope of repaying some of the shock-value he had given out; it had backfired on her! ‘Very sensible.’ She unbent her long legs to stand up. ‘Shall we have that swim now?’
‘Danielle—–’
‘Yes?’ She looked at him with calm brown eyes.
‘Nothing,’ he dismissed impatiently, also standing up, the small room suddenly seeming even smaller. ‘Please use the pool,’ he invited abruptly. ‘I don’t have the time to join you.’
‘Oh.’ She was too disappointed not to show it.
He gave a impatient sigh. ‘Danielle, has no one ever told you it’s dangerous to show this much—–’
‘Enthusiasm?’ she finished lightly. ‘I’ve always been the same, I don’t see any reason to change now.’
‘And where do you think it will get you?’ Pierce asked softly.
When she looked into those icy grey eyes she didn’t think it would get her anywhere, not with this man, at least. Her candidness was obviously not welcome. ‘At this moment? Into the pool, I hope.’ Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she saw his sudden expulsion of air.
Some of the tension seemed to leave the broad shoulders, too. ‘Then I won’t keep you from it any longer,’ he told her distantly.
‘Pierce …?’
‘Yes?’ He was wary again.
Danny wished she knew what made him act that way, it made her feel uncomfortable. ‘You said your uncle is at home tonight?’
His eyes narrowed. ‘Yes.’
‘Do you think I might be able to see him?’
‘Well certainly not this evening—–’
‘Tomorrow,’ she corrected laughingly. ‘Do you think I could see him then? I’ve been trying the last few days, but he’s been away.’
‘What’s it about?’
‘Dave Benson.’
Pierce’s mouth tightened. ‘I’ve already told you that he has to take responsibility for the lapse,’ he bit out harshly. ‘Appealing on his behalf won’t do any good.’
She shrugged. ‘Nevertheless, I’d still like to speak to your uncle.’
He nodded, as if he had never doubted her determination. ‘Come over to the house tomorrow afternoon.’
‘He won’t mind?’ She frowned at his freely given invitation after she had had so much trouble seeing him so far.
Pierce’s mouth twisted. ‘He never minds seeing a beautiful woman.’
Her eyes widened with surprise. ‘How old is your uncle?’ She had assumed he would be well into his fifties.
‘Not too old to appreciate a beautiful woman; no man is ever that old!’
‘Am I beautiful?’
He gave a husky chuckle, looking younger, lines etched beside his eyes and mouth. ‘You would make a very good businesswoman, Danielle; you don’t miss the slightest slip.’
She shook her head, answering seriously. ‘Shrubs and flowers are much easier to understand than people, especially the sharks of the business world.’
‘You don’t seem to have had too much trouble with me,’ he drawled.
‘Oh, I didn’t mean—–’
‘I know,’ he mocked. ‘I’ll tell Benson you’ll be over shortly,’ he added briskly. ‘I don’t suppose there’s any need to warn you about the ferocious guard-dogs patrolling the grounds!’
She smiled at his derisive sarcasm. ‘You should have seen the look on your face when Fang and Killer ran towards us!’ She began to giggle, reliving the moment. ‘I wish I’d had a camera!’
‘I’m glad you didn’t,’ he said with self-disgust. ‘I can assure you I don’t usually make such a fool of myself.’
No, she could tell he was very uncomfortable with the fact that he might have looked remotely silly. He was a man who was ultimately in control of any situation, had a dignity that didn’t allow for errors, a sense of self-preservation that didn’t allow others to make them either. Which brought her back to Dave Benson.
‘I’ll come over to the house at two-thirty tomorrow afternoon,’ she told Pierce.
He shook his head. ‘It won’t do any good. The man is on a month’s notice.’
‘I didn’t know that,’ she gasped her dismay.
Grey eyes narrowed to steely slits. ‘What did you think had happened to him?’
‘He told me he had received a reprimand—–’
‘For what he did he should have received an instant dismissal!’
‘Then it’s lucky your uncle is a more reasonable man than you appear to be, isn’t it!’ she flashed. ‘Honestly, Pierce, how can you be so bloody-minded?’ she said impatiently. ‘Dave Benson is a good man. Good gracious, I’m as much to blame as he is!’
‘Perhaps you would like to be dismissed, too?’ he arched dark brows at her. ‘I’m sure it could be arranged,’ he added icily.
In control—this man was unreasonable! ‘Surely that’s for your uncle to decide?’ she challenged, her head back, her eyes glittering defiantly.
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Carole Mortimer
Carole Mortimer is one of Mills & Boon’s best loved Modern Romance authors. With nearly 200 books published and a career spanning 35 years, Mills & Boon are thrilled to present her complete works available to download for the very first time! Rediscover old favourites - and find new ones! - in this fabulous collection…Propositioned by the billionaire…Danny doesn’t know the man she’s flirting with is actually her new boss, wealthy tycoon Pierce Sutherland! Now a man’s career is on the line and it’s all Danny’s fault. Yet brooding Pierce has a proposition for her: if she spends the weekend in his bed, he’ll let the man keep his job…But innocent Danny is looking for emotional intimacy—as well as sinful seduction!—and after the tragic death of his wife, Pierce is wary of ever taking a chance again…
Darkness into Light
Carole Mortimer
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Table of Contents
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Title Page (#ub765b821-2734-5309-8d0a-8c006dca634a)
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
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CHAPTER ONE (#u04c26252-f2ea-5fc9-885a-fda7573fd33c)
‘WHAT do you think you’re doing?’
Danny looked blankly at the man who had stepped out of the night shadows, sure that above the din she was making she had heard him ask that question. And yet she couldn’t have done; it must surely be obvious what she was doing, the lawn-mower moving smoothly in front of her, the sweet smell of newly cut grass fresh in the air.
His appearance in her garden surprised her even more, his wide chest and shoulders bare, the dark hair there disappearing in a vee over the taut stomach and down beneath body-hugging black underwear, his long legs and feet bare too. She had no idea where he had come from and thought she should be the one to be asking that question. She was in her own private garden, mowing her own lawn, and this almost naked man had invaded that privacy.
She suddenly realised how very much alone she was here, her nearest neighbour up at the main house, and as she rarely saw anyone from there since Henry Sutherland had bought the house and grounds and moved in with his entourage she didn’t think she would get any help from England’s answer to Howard Hughes! Her denim cut-offs and halter-necked yellow top were little covering for her generous curves, and she sought the man’s face in the darkness, hoping to read his intent there.
What did he look like? What was he thinking? Who was he?
‘I said—–’ he repeated, raising his voice.
‘I heard what you said,’ Danny assured him as she switched off the motor to the mower, wiping her hands down her denim-clad thighs. ‘But I think you have that the wrong way around.’ She looked at him with eyes that glowed the colour of deep sherry. ‘What are you doing here?’
The man stepped forward into the light streaming from the lounge window of her cottage behind them, and Danny caught her breath at the raw savage beauty of that harshly lean face. Dark, slightly overlong hair fell forward over his forehead, his eyes a curious light colour, neither blue nor grey, but somewhere in between, his nose a harsh slash, his mouth thinned in a straight line, deep grooves etched beside his nose and mouth. He looked coldly arrogant, and somehow Danny knew he offered no threat to her, that those icy eyes could never deepen with the emotion it would take to physically attack her, that his power was all of the will rather than the body.
‘I suppose you do realise it’s after eleven o’clock at night?’
Her eyes widened at the question; it had been the last thing she had expected. She was as aware of the time as she was of what she was doing!
‘And that mower is damned noisy,’ he added hardly at her lack of response.
Her brows knit together. ‘What does that have to do with you?’
His mouth thinned. ‘It’s a still summer’s night, the sound carries.’
‘Well I—Oh dear.’ Contrition darkened the brown glow of her eyes. ‘Could it be heard at the main house?’ she asked with dread.
‘Would you care?’ He derided her lack of concern so far in the conversation.
‘Well, I wouldn’t want to disturb Howard Hughes—sorry, I meant Mr Sutherland.’ She blushed at the slip.
‘You consider him a recluse?’ The man frowned.
Danny shrugged. ‘Well, I can’t think of any other name for a man who lives behind a ten-foot wall most of the time, has a couple of guard-dogs patrolling the grounds, surrounds himself with numerous bodyguards—can you?’ She quirked mischievous brows at him a shade darker than her straight red-gold hair, now secured in a single braid to just below her shoulders.
The man’s mouth twisted. ‘When you put it that way, no. And to answer your other question, I was at the main house when I heard the mower.’
‘Oh dear.’ She chewed on her bottom lip, her expression suddenly brightening. ‘He isn’t there, is he?’ She grinned her relief. ‘I remember I heard the helicopter leave earlier.’ She had been most disgusted when part of the grounds of the main house had been taken and turned into a helicopter-pad for the new owner, the comings and goings of the machine a noisy irritant. Old Mrs Prendergast, the previous owner, would turn over in her grave if she knew what they had done to her precious manor house. ‘Where’s he gone this time?’ Danny asked interestedly.
‘You have yet to tell me what you’re doing mowing the lawn at this ungodly hour.’ The man sounded more irritated than ever.
‘I always mow the lawn when I’m upset,’ she confided. ‘I think better then, you see.’
Grey eyes snapped with impatience. ‘And couldn’t you have done this thinking at a more reasonable time?’
‘I didn’t know at a more reasonable time that I had something to think about,’ she explained. ‘I need to think now, and it never used to disturb Mrs Prendergast. Although that could have been because she was as deaf as a post,’ she added thoughtfully.
‘I see.’ The beautifully moulded lips twitched as if in humour, although no smile actually materialised. ‘Well, I’m not, and it was disturbing the swim I was taking.’
‘Swimming!’ she said with some relief. ‘You’re wearing swimming trunks!’
‘Well, of course I … What did you think I was wearing?’ he asked drily. ‘No,’ he drawled. ‘Don’t answer that.’ He looked over at the cottage. ‘Doesn’t the mower disturb your grandfather?’
‘I hope not.’ She looked surprised. ‘He’s been dead ten years!’
The man looked taken aback. ‘But I understood this was the head-gardener’s cottage.’
Danny grinned at his perplexity. ‘You understood correct.’ She nodded.
‘Then he’s your father?’
‘Nope,’ she laughed lightly. ‘I live here alone.’
‘But you can’t be Danny Martin.’ He shook his head in denial of that fact.
She frowned at his emphatic tone. ‘Why can’t I?’
‘Because I’ve seen him about the grounds,’ the man said tersely. ‘He’s about seventy years old, with grey hair, and a stooped back!’
‘Zacky Boone.’ She instantly recognised him by the description. ‘And you would have a stooped back, too, if you had been gardening as long as he has!’
‘You’re the head-gardener?’ He still didn’t look convinced.
‘Third generation,’ she assured him proudly. ‘Dad had no boys, you see, and as I was the oldest girl I was the natural choice to take over from him when he retired.’
‘I don’t see anything natural about the choice.’ His steely gaze raked over her critically. ‘Wasn’t there something else you would rather have been doing?’
‘Wasn’t there something else you would rather have been doing than watching over Henry Sutherland?’ she instantly came back. ‘It can’t take a lot of intelligence to be a bodyguard.’ She had decided as they spoke that was what he had to be, the height and breadth of him, the muscular physique seeming to imply as much. ‘You don’t look as if you’re just brawn and muscle with nothing up top,’ she observed.
‘Thank you,’ he accepted with dry sarcasm. ‘But I can assure you that the bodyguards employed here don’t have“nothing up top” either,’ he told her grimly. ‘They’re very intelligent men, with the quick senses to match.’
‘Oops.’ She grimaced at his anger. ‘I didn’t mean to step on anyone’s toes.’
‘You haven’t stepped on mine,’ he assured her abruptly. ‘I don’t happen to be a bodyguard.’
‘Oh?’
‘My name is Sutherland—Pierce Sutherland—–’
‘Oh God, not another one.’ She gave him an angry glare.
Grey-blue eyes clouded with puzzlement. ‘I’m sorry?’
‘So you should be,’ she said crossly.
He looked more confused than ever. ‘What have I done?’
‘Nothing! But—–’
‘Thank God for that,’ he drawled mockingly.
‘But your cousin Nigel has.’ She glared at him again. ‘At least, I presume he’s your cousin.’
The assessing grey-blue eyes swept over her slender body, lingering on the fullness of her breasts before going down to her flat stomach. ‘I can’t see any evidence of it,’ he taunted.
For the first time that she could remember she blushed, she, Danielle Erica Martin, who never blushed. She had chosen to enter a profession consisting mainly of men, had been the only female in her class at college with twenty—–five men, and during that time she had become immune to personal remarks and innuendoes; she had had to or walk around with a permanent blush. But this remark, made by a complete stranger, was a little too personal to ignore.
‘I didn’t mean to me.’ She shot Pierce Sutherland a resentful glare. This was serious, damn it. ‘He’s seducing my sister Cheryl into breaking her engagement to the boy she’s been in love with since she was fifteen years old!’ she told him indignantly.
Dark brows met over grey-blue eyes. ‘Doesn’t the lady have to be willing for that?’
‘Not when she’s faced with a charming, good-looking, intelligent man who seemingly has an unending supply of money at his disposal with which to grant her every wish!’
‘Hm,’ he murmured. ‘I see your point; your sister has become a mercenary.’
‘No! Are you sure your name is Sutherland?’ She eyed him suspiciously.
This time there was definitely a twitch to the firm lips. ‘Which family trait am I lacking in?’
Well, the first she hadn’t known him long enough to judge, the second couldn’t be doubted, not when he was almost-naked not ten feet away from her, the fourth she would take on trust because of his name; it was difficult to tell a person’s wealth when their only clothing was a pair of brief swimming trunks! It was the third trait she doubted.
‘Cheryl is not a mercenary,’ she defended indignantly. ‘She’s just momentarily infatuated with this Nigel’s seeming ability to do exactly what he wants to do.’ A mercenary, in fact. She had called her sister that only this evening when Cheryl telephoned to tell her of the feelings she had for Nigel Patrick, the son of Henry Sutherland’s sister, and how she was thinking of breaking her engagement to Gary because of him.
Cheryl and Gary had been going out together for almost five years, it would break his heart if Cheryl left him now. It would break Cheryl’s, too, when she came to her senses. The best Danny had been able to do was to persuade her sister to wait a little longer before discussing it with Gary. Her sister’s ready agreement to the suggestion showed her that Cheryl wasn’t as sure about her feelings for Nigel as she pretended to be.
‘And what did you decide had to be done about them as you mowed the lawn?’
‘At this ungodly hour,’ she finished with a grin.
‘Exactly,’ Pierce drawled.
‘Well, I have two options open to me at the moment,’ she related thoughtfully. ‘I can either let it run its course—which is a bad idea. Or I can try to show Nigel in a bad light, you know two-timing Cheryl or something like that.’ She was eager to know his opinion on the latter; he must know his cousin better than she did.
‘That isn’t a good idea either.’ Pierce shook his head mockingly. ‘Nigel may be family, and consequently my opinion’s slightly biased, but if he’s seeing your sister you can be sure she’s the only woman he’s seeing; he never concentrates on more than one woman at a time.’
‘Then how about past scandals?’
‘There aren’t any.’
‘A playboy?’
‘He works at least nine hours a day, often six days a week, as the head of accounts for all Sutherland interests; that doesn’t leave him a lot of time to do anything!’
‘Bad habits?’ She was getting desperate now.
Pierce shook his head. ‘I don’t know of any.’
‘There must be something wrong with him!’ she wailed protestingly. ‘Everyone has at least one fault.’
‘I believe he used to pull little girls’ braids as a boy,’ Pierce taunted, looking pointedly at Danny’s.
‘Very funny.’ She glared at him.
‘What’s your fault?’ He raised dark brows.
‘I talk to strange men who are wearing only bathing trunks at almost twelve o’clock at night!’
For a moment there was only silence, and then he began to laugh, a rich deep sound that was well worth waiting for. ‘And mine is that I listen to the problems of the head-gardener who has a body like Raquel Welch at twelve o’clock at night!’
She quirked light auburn brows at him. ‘Would you like to rephrase that?’
‘Who has the body of Raquel Welch any time of night?’
‘Again,’ she prompted drily.
‘Who has a body like Raquel Welch any time—period?’ he said hopefully.
She gave a light tinkling laugh of enjoyment. ‘You’re learning.’
‘Yes,’ he acknowledged ruefully. ‘How long has your sister known Nigel?’
‘About a month or so; she met him down here when she came home from university for the weekend.’ Danny frowned as she once again dwelled on the problem of her sister and Nigel Patrick. ‘They’ve been meeting in London regularly since then.’
‘And her fiancé?’
‘Lives in Bedmont.’
‘Ah.’
Ah, indeed. Bedmont was the nearest town to the estate, probably about twelve miles away, but almost a hundred from London. Cheryl and Gary only saw each other alternate weekends because of the expense of travelling, the two of them supposed to be saving up to get married next summer when Cheryl finished at university.
‘The problem appears to be distance,’ Pierce agreed thoughtfully. ‘Your sister is obviously pining for male company, and Nigel is happily providing it. Could the fiancé move to London?’
In theory that might have worked—except for one thing. ‘Gary is in the local ambulance service,’ she told him despondently. ‘He can’t get an instant transfer.’
‘Hm.’ Pierce frowned.
‘Cheryl should be ashamed of herself,’ Danny said crossly.
‘Because he’s an ambulanceman, or because she’s thinking of breaking their engagement?’
‘Both!’
‘Can’t your parents talk to her? It seems to me it isn’t really your problem.’
‘When Dad retired last year he and Mum went to Cornwall; I don’t want to worry them with this.’ She shook her head, loose tendrils of hair about her face.
‘Why not, you’re worried.’ He frowned.
‘I’m the eldest …’
‘How old is that?’ he asked sceptically.
‘Twenty-one. But—–’
‘A baby,’ he derided. ‘And how old is Cheryl?’
‘Nineteen. But—–’
‘Old enough to make her own mistakes—or not, whatever the case may be,’ he dismissed arrogantly.
‘I’m a baby, but she isn’t?’ Danny mocked.
‘Touche,’ he drawled drily. ‘But I still think you should let your sister make the decision without any help from you.’
‘She always makes the wrong one and regrets it afterwards.’ Danny shook her head. ‘Look, I’m sorry I bothered you, this is really not your problem,’ she smiled openly, ‘I’m sure you want to get back to your swim, and I have to get back to my thinking.’
‘But not the lawn-mower, I hope?’
‘No,’ she laughed. ‘Not the lawn-mower. I’m really sorry about that, I just wasn’t thinking.’
‘I thought you were thinking!’
She observed him with her head tilted to one side. ‘I think perhaps you are a Sutherland after all.’
His mouth twisted. ‘I’ll decide whether or not that’s a compliment on my walk back to the pool; you certainly don’t seem to have a very high opinion of the Sutherlands.’
Danny shook her head. ‘I like you.’
‘Thank you,’ he accepted gravely. ‘I hope you can come up with a solution to the Cheryl-Nigel affair.’
‘Oh, it isn’t an affair,’ she quickly defended. ‘At least, Cheryl assured me they aren’t sleeping together.’
‘Does any couple having an affair actually“sleep” together?’ Pierce mocked drily.
‘I wouldn’t know.’ She unconsciously revealed her own innocence, although she wouldn’t have cared if she had realised; she didn’t wear her virginity like a talisman, but neither was she ashamed of it. When the time, and the man, were right, she knew she wouldn’t give two thoughts to her virginity. ‘I wish you hadn’t said that.’ She frowned. ‘Now I’m really worried.’
‘I shouldn’t be,’ he derided. ‘Nigel doesn’t actually seduce innocents.’
‘Cheryl isn’t that innocent.’ Danny grimaced, knowing her sister and Gary had been making love for some time.
‘Oh.’
‘Don’t worry, I’ll think of something,’ she assured Pierce. ‘I’ve been getting Cheryl out of one scrape or another all our lives.’
‘Then it’s time you had a rest from it.’
‘I will.’ She nodded. ‘Once she’s safely married to Gary.’
‘I hope you’re successful.’
Danny stood and watched him as he opened the wrought-iron gate that separated her small walled cottage from the main immediate grounds, liking the dark thickness of his hair, his wide shoulders, the play of muscles over his back, his tapered waist and narrowed hips, his legs long and muscled, his whole body deeply tanned. The lines of cynicism she had seen on his face, the thread of silver in his dark hair, had indicated that he was probably nearing his fortieth year, and yet he was as lithe as a twenty-year-old. She found herself liking the look of Pierce Sutherland very much.
Suddenly she didn’t want to let him go, running across the newly cut lawn to open her gate and follow him as he walked towards the lights of the grey-stoned manor house. ‘Hey, Pierce, I—–’
‘For God’s sake!’ His expression was fierce as he turned to see her running lightly after him. ‘Go back,’ he shouted harshly. ‘Danny, go back!’
She came to an abrupt halt, staring at him with stricken eyes. Why had he returned to his initial coldness so suddenly? Minutes ago he had …
‘Danny, go back!’ He began to run back to her as the sound of the dogs barking could be heard, all the time the sound coming closer and closer. ‘Oh God!’ he groaned as the two Alsatians bounded around the corner of the house, still barking as they ran towards them, two of the biggest of their breed Danny had ever seen. ‘Heel!’ Pierce commanded as he turned to face them, pushing Danny behind him. ‘For God’s sake heel!’ He was breathing hard in his effort to stop the howling beasts.
‘Sit, you two.’ Danny stepped in front of Pierce, the two panting dogs obediently sitting down at her feet, looking up at her with adoring eyes as she patted them affectionately on the head. She turned back to Pierce. ‘It’s all right, they won’t hurt you while you’re with me.’ She smiled at him reassuringly, concerned at how pale he was.
‘I—thought—they—might—attack—you!’ he said through gritted teeth.
‘Fang and Killer?’ She laughed at the thought of them possibly hurting her.
‘I believe their names are Ferdinand and Kilpatrick.’ He stepped out from behind her, looking down in amazement at the two stupidly drooling dogs that were supposed to be trained killers, Kilpatrick even rolling over on his back now to have his stomach rubbed by one slender, playful hand.
‘Oh, they are.’ Danny nodded. ‘Such silly names for these fearsome creatures.’
‘They don’t look very fearsome at the moment.’ Pierce looked on with disgust as Ferdinand joined his brother by rolling on his back, his big feet waving ridiculously in the air.
‘Oh, you mustn’t mind them.’ Danny straightened, pulling down the ribbed halter-top as it rode up towards her breasts. ‘They know me very well.’
‘They know me, too,’ he derided. ‘But they don’t“roll over” for me!’
She frowned. ‘You seemed frightened of them a moment ago …?’
‘I told you, I thought they were going to attack you,’ he explained impatiently. ‘I had no idea they were aware of your scent.’
‘We’re old friends.’ She absently stroked the two regal heads as the dogs stood as close to her as they could get. ‘Danton introduced me to them their first day here; he thought it best in the circumstances.’
‘Yes,’ he agreed tersely. ‘Speaking of Danton,’ his eyes narrowed as he looked about them, ‘he should have been here with his dogs by now.’
Danny shook her head. ‘He probably thinks they’re taking a run with me, we usually take one together late at night when it isn’t so hot. I just haven’t had the time tonight.’
Grey eyes were disbelieving. ‘You run Danton’s dogs for him?’
‘Of course not,’ she scorned. ‘They just run along with me when I jog five times around the wall perimeter.’
‘Good God, how far is that?’
‘About five miles, I think. Then I—–’
‘Don’t tell me any more!’ He closed his eyes. ‘What on earth do you want to half kill yourself in that way every night for?’
‘I don’t half kill myself.’ She smiled at his horror. ‘I’m keeping myself in shape—my Raquel Welch shape,’ she added teasingly.
‘Gardening doesn’t do that?’
Danny shook her head. ‘It doesn’t loosen up the muscles like jogging does.’
‘But it doesn’t kill you either!’
‘Exercise, properly supervised, doesn’t harm you at all,’ she reproved. ‘I’m sure you don’t keep your own body in that great shape by sitting about all day.’ The candidness of her gaze showed him just how good she thought that body was.
‘I swim thirty lengths of the pool daily,’ he grudgingly admitted.
‘There you are, then,’ she said smugly. ‘Actually, that’s why I came after you.’
‘Because of my great body?’ he lightly mocked.
‘I think you’re learning a little too fast now.’ She pretended irritation, the twinkle in her sherry-coloured eyes belying that emotion. ‘I wondered if I could join you in your swim.’
‘You can think in a pool, too?’
‘I’ve never tried.’ She shrugged. ‘I didn’t really have that in mind when I suggested the swim.’
‘Oh?’
‘My, what a suspicious mind you have, Mr Sutherland.’ Danny looked up at him reprovingly. ‘Your uncle lives in a sterilely safe world but I would have thought you had more sense. I certainly don’t have designs on that great body of yours,’ she said angrily.
He had stiffened at the mention of his reclusive uncle, but his expression lightened at the latter, until finally he smiled, albeit resignedly. ‘Go and get your bikini, Danny,’ he sighed. ‘I’d hate you to miss your daily exercise and lose that figure.’
An imp of mischief possessed her as she looked for her bathing costume, picking up one of Cheryl’s, a skimpy black article on her petite sister, even more so on her more generous curves. But Pierce’s last comment had been a little patronising, and she intended shaking him out of his arrogant complacency.
She certainly did that when she joined him, waiting until he surfaced at the side of the pool before dropping her black robe, almost giggling out loud at the widening of Pierce’s eyes as he leant his chin on his folded arms, water dripping down his face.
‘I was wrong,’ he said slowly. ‘Your body is better than Raquel Welch’s!’
She moved to the poolside with exaggeratedly provocative movements. ‘Eat your heart out, Pierce Sutherland.’ She gave him a sweetly triumphant smile. ‘I’ve already promised not to touch you.’
He watched her as she slowly entered the water by the stairs. ‘I didn’t make the same promise,’ he reminded huskily. ‘Although we would have little privacy here.’ He grimaced.
She glanced up at the brightly lit windows. The pool, another recent addition for the new owner, was built close to the back of the three-storey house. ‘Mr Sutherland isn’t back in the house, is he?’ she prompted cautiously, doubting Henry Sutherland would like the idea of his gardener cavorting about in his pool with his nephew.
Pierce shook his head. ‘I can assure you Henry is not in the house.’
‘Do you call him that?’ She swam over to his side, treading water when she reached him. ‘It doesn’t seem respectful somehow. He’s a very powerful man, isn’t he?’ She wrinkled her nose at one man having as much power as Henry Sutherland was reputed to have.
‘Very,’ Pierce agreed grimly.
‘Where do you fit into the scheme of things?’ she asked interestedly. ‘Your cousin does the accounts,’ she explained at his questioning look. ‘I wondered what you did for the Sutherland empire.’
‘A bit of this, a bit of that.’ Pierce shrugged dismissively. ‘It’s a big organisation.’
She nodded, looking appreciatively at the blue-bottomed pool, liking the privacy the fenced-in area offered—except from the house itself! ‘How many lengths have you done?’
‘Ten.’ He shook the water from his hair. ‘Feel up to doing the other twenty?’
‘I can try.’ She nodded. ‘Although don’t make it a race; I’m completely out of practice. They closed the pool down in Bedmont, you know,’ she told him as they struck out in leisurely strokes.
Pierce moved smoothly through the water, obviously pacing himself to her slower movements. ‘Feel free to use this one any time you want.’
‘Won’t your uncle mind the intrusion?’ ‘Henry can be a very generous person,’ he told her drily.
‘I suppose it’s nice for him, having his two nephews working for him,’ she said thoughtfully. ‘He doesn’t have any children of his own, does he?’
‘No.’
‘I heard his wife died.’
‘A long time ago,’ Pierce confirmed abruptly.
‘How sad. And he never married again?’
‘No.’
‘It seems a pity, I’m sure he must have a lot to give a relationship.’
Pierce’s mouth twisted. ‘He is very rich.’
‘I didn’t mean in that way.’ She gave him a stern look for his cynicism. ‘With all that wealth he must also be a very travelled man. Very interesting, I should think.’
‘To my knowledge no woman has ever wanted him for his mind,’ Pierce drawled drily.
Amusement flickered in warm brown eyes. ‘Now that is disrespectful,’ she teased.
‘But true,’ he rasped, striking out in stronger movements. ‘Let’s speed this up or we’ll be here all night!’
She managed fifteen lengths before hauling herself out and collapsing on the cool marble surround to the pool. By the time she had recovered her breath enough to sit up Pierce was on his final length. He glided easily through the water, obviously not tiring at all, his strokes still strong and smooth, a grim look of satisfaction to his face as he levered out on to the side, picking up a towel to drape it around his neck.
‘I’ve been thinking …’
‘Well, it worked for one of us, didn’t it.’ She grinned.
His brows rose. ‘You have no solution to your problem?’
‘Not yet, but I’ll find one,’ she dismissed confidently. ‘You were thinking …?’
‘When you go on this late night jog of yours,’ he dropped down on to the marble beside her, ‘why don’t alarms go off and the lights come on?’
‘It’s quite a security system, isn’t it,’ she acknowledged. ‘What does your uncle have in the house that he needs to protect?’
Pierce’s mouth twisted. ‘That most elusive possession, privacy.’
Danny grimaced. ‘And an expensive one, too, if the guards and security system are anything to go by.’
‘You didn’t answer my question,’ he prompted hardly.
‘About the bells and lights?’ She shrugged. ‘Dave Benson switches them off while I take my run.’
‘He what?’
Danny frowned at his harsh anger. ‘Don’t panic,’ she teased. ‘There’s still the visual surveillance, and the actual guards. Besides, it isn’t for very long, and—–’
‘Long enough,’ Pierce ground out fiercely, his eyes icy grey. ‘I can’t believe this.’ He shook his head. ‘Are you really telling me that Benson switches off a million pounds worth of highly technical equipment so that you can jog five miles a night?’
‘A million pounds?’ Danny gasped at the figure. ‘Is that really how much it cost? I know he’s a rich man, but—–’
‘Does he?’
She shrugged. ‘I don’t know what all the fuss is about, it’s only for a few minutes—–’
‘Long enough for someone to get in to the grounds and up to the house,’ Pierce snapped, anger etched deeply into his face.
She shook her head. ‘Not with the dogs loose.’
‘Ferdinand and Kilpatrick are with you, remember,’ he bit out tersely.
Danny gave an impatient sigh. ‘In that case there are still the men patrolling the house and immediate grounds.’
‘After learning of the shambles you’ve made of the rest of the security system I wouldn’t be surprised to know that they’re watching you, too! God,’ he exploded into a sitting position. ‘This is incredible!’
She chewed on her bottom lip as she realised how seriously upset he was. ‘Are you going to tell your uncle?’ She grimaced.
His head snapped round, his breathing uneven. ‘You can be sure he needs to be told what’s going on in his own house!’ he told her hardily.
‘What will he do?’
‘Well, I wouldn’t advise any more late night trips into the grounds,’ he warned grimly.
‘Dave Benson isn’t going to get into trouble, is he?’ she asked pleadingly, wishing she had just kept her mouth shut. But it had been something she had never been able to do. Besides, she hadn’t realised it would cause this fuss.
‘Mr Benson is going to get exactly what he deserves!’
His steely tone made her cringe. Pierce Sutherland was obviously a man without mercy, which led her to wonder if he wasn’t his uncle’s hatchet-man; he gave the impression of having to make harsh decisions and seeing that they were carried out.
‘Pierce, I—–’
‘What do you think you’re doing?’ he rasped, looking down at her coldly.
Sherry-coloured eyes widened in bewilderment. ‘Sorry?’
He looked down pointedly at the hand she had placed on his chest as she made her plea.
Danny looked down at the hand too, the skin almost the same colour as his own mahogany, hours spent working in the grounds meaning it wasn’t a pretty or delicate hand, the nails were kept short and square, the long fingers were capable rather than refined, several callouses on her palm. No, it wasn’t a pretty hand, but it didn’t deserve the dissecting regard Pierce was giving it, either.
‘Why are you touching me?’ he asked slowly.
She breathed softly as she realised the reason for his terse query. ‘I talk with my hands,’ she dismissed. ‘My father says that if my hands were tied behind my back I’d be silent.’
‘I doubt that,’ Pierce drawled derisively.
‘It’s true. I—–’ The light explanation was cut off as firmly moulded lips descended almost roughly on to her own.
Surprise was quickly followed by pleasure, and with a low groan of surrender she curved her body in to his, her arms going up about his neck, opening her lips as the rigidity of his tongue probed against them.
Her mouth widened even more as she gasped at the coolness of the marble against her back as she was lowered to the ground, the hardness of Pierce’s chest crushing her breasts in a most erotic way, the peaks erect through her bikini top.
‘Danny—– What is your name?’ Pierce demanded against the curve of her breast.
She mumbled her reply, surprised she could remember her name, feeling dizzy at the expertise of this man’s kisses. God, he …
‘I’m sorry, Mr Sutherland, I had no idea—–!
My God, Danny!’ Don Bridgeman, Head of Security for the Sutherland estate, gasped as he stood several feet away from them, his dark-suited figure strangely out of place.
‘What is it?’ Pierce sat up, effectively shielding Danny as she straightened her bikini.
‘We have a security alert on the west wall—–’
‘I’m surprised you were aware of it,’ Pierce snapped with icy reproval as he stood up.
‘Sir …?’ Don Bridgeman looked puzzled.
‘Never mind,’ Pierce dismissed. ‘I’ll talk to you about that later. Wait for me outside.’
Danny watched the exchange with a puzzled frown, feeling sorry for the older man, knowing his rebuke had all been her fault. But how was she supposed to know her casually given admission would cause this much trouble; the alarm was only off for a matter of minutes, for goodness’ sake!
‘I’m sorry about this.’ Pierce put out a hand to pull her to her feet, instantly releasing her as she straightened. ‘I had no idea we would be interrupted.’
She dismissed the apology with an impatient shrug. ‘What are you going to do about Dave Benson?’
His head went back haughtily. ‘I don’t believe that is any of your business.’
‘But—–’
‘If you’ll excuse me, I have to go and check on this break in security,’ he cut in pointedly.
Danny would have liked to have said more, but she could see by the implacability of his rigidly clenched jaw that Pierce wasn’t in the mood to listen. With a shrug she collected up her robe and left, the mischievous leaps and bounds of Ferdinand and Kilpatrick as they accompanied her back to the cottage not soothing her at all. Pierce seemed to be a powerful and respected man—and she was more deeply attracted to him than any man she had ever met.
CHAPTER TWO (#u04c26252-f2ea-5fc9-885a-fda7573fd33c)
‘ANY more lemon meringue pie?’
Danny stood up with a smile, going to the dish that stood on top of the cooker.
‘You make the best lemon meringue pie I’ve ever tasted.’ Gary watched her movements.
It had been a successful meal, plain English cooking, soup, roast beef with all the trimmings, and Gary’s favourite dessert, lemon meringue pie, but she knew that was the sort of food he preferred, not a man to go in for exotic food. Thank goodness, because she couldn’t cook exotic food!
She had finally come up with this idea midweek, inviting Gary over for a meal, knowing he would mention it to Cheryl the next time he saw her, and knowing that her sister would instantly be suspicious; her lack of cooking ability had become a family joke over the years, and it was something she avoided at all costs. Close as the sisters were, Cheryl would not appreciate Danny inviting Gary here when she herself wasn’t present.
Gary was her own age, the two of them in the same class at school, in fact it had been because of their casual friendship that Cheryl and Gary had met and fallen in love. Cheryl would not be pleased to know Gary had spent the evening with Danny.
The idea had come to her as she spent the afternoon in the seclusion of the vegetable garden, trying desperately to think of some way to bring Cheryl to her senses, her sister having telephoned her again the previous evening before going out to a party with Nigel Patrick. It had suddenly seemed imperative that she do something to stop the relationship, sure that Cheryl would regret it if Gary should find out about the other man. She had decided that a little healthy jealousy on Cheryl’s part might not be a bad thing.
Not that Gary saw any romantic interest in her invitation! It would have been insulting if she weren’t used to it. Gary never saw any other woman but Cheryl, and so looked on Danny as a sister; he already had two, one more made no difference! He accepted the invitation to dinner because she was Cheryl’s sister, had talked of nothing but Cheryl since he arrived. Tall and firmly muscled, his only other real interest besides Cheryl was food, he ate the meal she had prepared in appreciative silence.
‘Will Cheryl be coming home this weekend?’ she asked as she gave him his third helping of pie. Her sister had been very non-committal about her plans when they spoke two days ago.
‘No.’ He ate his pie with relish.
She frowned. ‘But I thought it was her turn to come home this weekend?’
‘It is.’ He nodded, his dark hair kept short, his deep blue eyes warm and open, very good-looking in a youthful way. ‘But she needs to study,’ he dismissed. ‘She has her exams soon.’
Danny held back her impatience with effort; the only thing Cheryl would be studying this weekend was Nigel Patrick, she was sure of it. God, her sister was a fool! Not that Nigel Patrick wasn’t charming, he was, very, but he was only interested in having a good time, couldn’t possibly have any lasting interest in a young girl destined to become an English teacher. Sometimes her sister could be so stupid!
‘Coffee?’ she asked Gary absently, receiving a frowning look as she almost removed his bowl before all the pie had been eaten.
‘Thanks.’ He sat back, obviously replete. ‘Shall I help you clear away here?’
She almost laughed at his lack of enthusiasm for the idea, ushering him into the lounge while she made the coffee. Gary was a typical male, he didn’t mind eating the meal, but clearing away the debris was something else entirely. Not that she minded in this case, Gary was something of a menace in the kitchen, usually managing to break at least one thing.
She checked on him while she was waiting for the coffee to percolate, finding him engrossed in the boxing match on the television. No wonder Cheryl found Nigel Patrick more exciting!
She had the coffee ready on a tray when the knock sounded on the back door, and went to answer it. She hadn’t seen Pierce Sutherland over the last three days, and she couldn’t pretend she wasn’t surprised to see him now. For one thing, he looked completely different in the iron-grey pin-striped suit and pale grey shirt, his hair trimmed to a neater style, too. For another thing she just hadn’t expected to see him again, their parting the other evening certainly hadn’t led her to believe they would.
‘I know it’s late,’ he began in that husky voice.
‘It’s only ten-thirty,’ she mocked.
His mouth twisted. ‘I forgot, you’re a night-owl. Solved your problem?’
She thought of Gary sitting comfortably replete in the other room. ‘Working on it.’ She nodded. ‘Was everything all right the other night?’
‘The security alert?’ He nodded. ‘Just a malfunction in the system.’
‘Would you like to come in?’ She belatedly remembered her manners. ‘I’ve just made some coffee.’
‘I’ll come in,’ he accepted. ‘But I never drink coffee.’
‘Caffeine.’ She nodded, closing the door behind him.
‘No,’ he derided. ‘I just don’t like it.’
‘Oh,’ she smiled. ‘Tea, then?’
‘Nothing, thanks,’ he refused abruptly, his height making her cosy kitchen look even smaller.
‘Then what can I do for you?’ She looked up at him curiously.
‘I—–’
‘Hey, Danny, I— Oh,’ Gary came to a confused halt in the doorway, meeting the other man’s narrow-eyed gaze with curiosity. ‘I didn’t realise you had company.’ He turned enquiringly to Danny.
‘That makes two of us,’ Pierce Sutherland put in icily. ‘It would seem I’ve called at an inopportune time,’ he added harshly.
‘Not at all,’ she dismissed easily. ‘Gary and I have finished our meal, and …’
‘Gary?’ Pierce echoed slowly.
Danny nodded. ‘You remember, I told you about my sister’s fiancé.’
‘I remember,’ he rasped grimly. ‘Your method of solving the problem is—unique, Danielle.’
The foreign inflection he gave to her full name was very pleasant, but she couldn’t imagine what he thought was so unique about the idea of making her sister jealous. Inspired, perhaps, but certainly not unique.
‘I’ll leave the two of you to enjoy your coffee,’ he added coldly.
‘But you didn’t tell me why you came over.’ She frowned.
‘It wasn’t important.’ He turned to the younger man. ‘Sorry to have interrupted your evening.’
‘Pierce …’ She stood in the doorway and watched as he strode off into the darkness, the barking of the dogs silenced by a single word from him tonight. He was a strange man, a very strange man. Almost as strange as his uncle was reputed to be.
‘Who was that?’ Gary was naturally mystified by her visitor.
She closed the door with a sigh. She hadn’t expected to see Pierce Sutherland again, knowing that the kiss they had shared hadn’t meant the same to him as it had to her. But now that she had seen him again she hated the fact that he had left without telling her why he had come here in the first place.
‘He works for Henry Sutherland.’ She was reluctant to mention either of the nephews to Gary, knew he could be very astute when he chose to be.
‘Are you and he—friends?’ Gary probed.
‘No,’ she answered truthfully, doubting Pierce Sutherland had many friends, male or female.
‘He didn’t seem too pleased about seeing me here.’ Gary frowned.
‘You’re imagining things,’ she dismissed briskly. ‘Now, how about that coffee?’
‘That’s what I came in to tell you,’ he said ruefully. ‘Don’t bother about coffee for me, I’d better be going; I have an early shift tomorrow.’
The coffee was already made, but she didn’t try to dissuade him. Gary was a very nice man, but she had done what she set out to do, and now she didn’t mind being left on her own.
She walked down to the gate that divided her garden from the main one after Gary had left, looking over at the main house. The lights around the pool were on, and she could imagine that sleek body moving through the cool water, wishing she could join him. But things had changed in the last three days, no longer was she allowed to enter the grounds at night, the alarms left on now by strict instructions of Henry Sutherland. And poor Dave Benson was under sentence of serious reprimand when Henry Sutherland got back from his latest business trip. She had tried to get in to see the elusive billionaire before he left, intending to plead on Dave’s behalf, but she had been firmly told that Mr Sutherland wasn’t seeing anyone.
She couldn’t blame Pierce for advising his uncle to take some form of action over the incident, but she didn’t feel Dave Benson should be made to take all the blame.
She had heard the helicopter return earlier this evening, and Pierce’s presence indicated that his uncle was back in residence, but the lateness of the hour meant she would have to wait until tomorrow before seeing Henry Sutherland. She wished she knew why Pierce had come over …
‘What are you up to?’ Cheryl demanded suspiciously.
The expected telephone call from her sister came early the next evening, Cheryl sounding most indignant. ‘Sorry?’ She pretended ignorance, holding back her humour.
‘Gary said he came to dinner last night,’ Cheryl accused.
‘He did,’ she acknowledged. ‘He looks as if he’s losing weight to me,’ she added lightly. ‘I thought a home-cooked meal would be nice.’
‘Not one of your home cooked meals!’ Cheryl mocked scornfully.
‘Gary didn’t have any complaints,’ she taunted.
‘He gets a home-cooked meal every night—he lives at home with his parents!’
‘So he does,’ she smiled. ‘Then something else must be bothering him.’
‘I suppose you’re implying that it’s me,’ Cheryl said in a disgruntled voice.
‘You?’ She feigned surprise. ‘Why should Gary be worried about you?’
‘Because of Nigel!’
‘Oh, but he doesn’t know about him,’ Danny dismissed. ‘And even if he did, he may not be too worried. You’ve been away a long time, Cheryl,’ she reasoned. ‘Men tend to find themselves other—compensations for an absent fiancée.’
‘What are you implying now?’ her sister demanded waspishly. ‘That Gary has someone else?’
‘Why not? You do.’
‘That’s different—–’
‘I don’t see how,’ she mocked. ‘Gary is very handsome, he has a steady job, a lot of women would be glad to snap him up.’
‘He’s engaged to me!’
‘Engagements don’t seem to mean the same as they used to,’ she derided.
‘Do you know something I don’t?’ Cheryl asked sharply. ‘Has Gary been seeing someone else?’
‘Would it really bother you that much if he were?’
‘Of course it would!’
‘Why? I thought you were thinking of finishing with him anyway,’ Danny reasoned.
‘I am, but … Who is it, Danny?’ she demanded to know. ‘Who is Gary seeing?’
‘No one, as far as I know,’ Danny answered evasively.
‘But you said—–’ Cheryl broke off, the workings of her mind almost audible over the telephone. ‘How late did he stay last night?’ she finally asked guardedly.
‘Quite late,’ Danny prevaricated. ‘He can be a very interesting conversationalist.’
‘Are you going to invite him over again?’
‘I was thinking of asking him tomorrow,’ she invented, having hoped the once would be enough to irk her sister.
‘You can’t,’ Cheryl told her with obvious relief. ‘He’s coming up to London for the weekend.’
‘But I thought he was working.’ She was genuinely surprised.
‘He’s managed to change weekends with someone else,’ her sister said triumphantly.
‘What about Nigel?’
Cheryl sighed. ‘He’s had to go away unexpectedly,’ she grumbled. ‘To Germany this time.’
She had known Henry Sutherland was once more away, her efforts to see him earlier today once again met with refusal, but she hadn’t thought of Nigel going with him. This wasn’t the ideal way she would have wanted Cheryl to be with Gary, but at least they would be together; it was better than nothing. And she knew it had given her sister a jolt to know she had had Gary over for dinner. She could only do so much to keep them together, the rest was up to them.
‘I don’t—I’ll have to go,’ she said quickly as a loud knock sounded on the door. ‘Someone is at the door.’
‘About Gary …’
‘He’s your problem,’ she dismissed impatiently, wondering if her visitor could be Pierce; she hoped so. ‘But if he didn’t refuse dinner with me I doubt he would turn down any other invitations he receives either. It’s lonely for him here, Cheryl, I hope you realise that.’
‘It’s lonely for me too.’
‘But you’ve found someone else to ease your loneliness,’ she reminded. ‘So why shouldn’t Gary do the same?’
‘He wouldn’t.’
‘I hope you’re right.’ Danny sighed at her sister’s confidence, sadly afraid Cheryl could be right. ‘Have a nice weekend, Cheryl, but try to remember that you will have to make a decision between Gary and Nigel soon. I’ll call you Monday or Tuesday.’ She rang off quickly before her visitor decided she wasn’t at home and went away again, her face glowing with pleasure when she opened the door to find Pierce standing there. ‘I hoped you would come back tonight.’ She pulled him inside. ‘You left so suddenly last night.’ She beamed up at him.
He seemed slightly dazed by the warmth of his welcome. ‘You had company.’ He shrugged.
‘Only Gary,’ Danny dismissed lightly. ‘You don’t travel with your uncle?’
He frowned, the grey-blue eyes suddenly wary. ‘Sorry?’
‘I was talking to Cheryl on the telephone when you knocked,’ she explained, liking the way the black trousers fitted the lean length of his legs, the grey shirt obviously silk. She felt a bit untidy in her green shorts and lime-green T-shirt, having intended to shower and change after her salad dinner; Cheryl’s call had delayed that. ‘She was bemoaning the fact that Nigel has gone away to Germany with your uncle.’
‘Did he actually tell her that?’ Pierce asked slowly.
‘Oh God.’ She grimaced. ‘I haven’t found another security malfunction?’
Pierce gave a half smile, at once looking less severe and remote. ‘Not that I’m aware,’ he drawled. ‘But Henry Sutherland certainly isn’t going to be anywhere near Germany this weekend.’
Danny gave him a startled look. ‘Are you sure?’
‘He arrived home late this afternoon, and as far as I know he intends staying here for several days.’
She chewed on her bottom lip. ‘Then I wonder why Nigel told Cheryl that?’ She frowned. ‘Let’s go through to the lounge and make ourselves comfortable,’ she suggested absently, moving with her usual grace, sitting cross-legged on the sofa. ‘Please, sit down,’ she invited as Pierce hesitated in the low doorway, the beams on the ceiling almost touching his head as he crossed the room. ‘Mind!’ she warned as he almost walked into the light hanging from the middle of the ceiling.
‘An original cottage, I presume,’ he said drily. ‘Like the house.’
‘Wonderful, aren’t they,’ Danny acknowledged admiringly. ‘We’ve decorated the cottage since my grandfather lived here, of course …’
‘Obviously,’ Pierce mocked.
She gave an appreciative chuckle. ‘But otherwise we’ve tried to keep it the same. It’s very cosy in the winter with the fire burning.’
‘I’m sure. Only Gary?’ he prompted softly.
Danny frowned at the sudden change of subject. ‘Gary Cartwright? Cheryl’s fiancé?’
‘Yes, your sister’s fiancé,’ Pierce acknowledged with steel in his voice. ‘When I said you had company last night you replied“Only Gary”. I take it that young man was your sister’s fiancé?’
Young man? He made Gary sound in a different generation, and as she was Gary’s contemporary … she wouldn’t have that! ‘Yes, that was Gary,’ she confirmed. ‘He left just after you did, he has to be up early for work in the mornings. Why do you suppose Nigel lied to Cheryl?’
‘Why do you?’
‘I thought you said he only concentrated on one woman at a time,’ she reminded.
He shrugged broad shoulders, a certain tension about him even though he seemed relaxed in the chair he had chosen to sit in. Danny wondered if he ever completely relaxed. ‘Perhaps I don’t know him as well as I thought I did,’ he drawled. ‘Will you tell your sister?’
She shook her head. ‘She would just think I’m being vindictive. Letting her think I have designs on Gary is a much better idea.’
Grey eyes blinked, his face remaining expressionless. ‘Is that what you were doing last night?’
She nodded. ‘I like Gary, and I think Cheryl is treating him very badly.’
‘I see.’
‘No, you don’t,’ she laughed at his disapproving look. ‘Gary sees me as another sister; he already has two. And he’s been in our family circle for so long that I think of him as a brother in return. You still haven’t told me why you came over last night.’
‘I wanted to explain to you why such action has been taken over the security man called Benson.’
‘Oh, I understand that it was wrong to turn off the alarms.’ She sobered. ‘He does, too—–’
‘I should damn well hope so!’
‘But he still kept up the visual surveillance,’ she added protestingly.
‘It wasn’t enough.’
‘Pierce—–’
‘Danielle, it was Benson’s responsibility to take care of night security,’ he cut in grimly, his mouth tight. ‘As an ex-policeman he should have known better.’
‘Why do you do that?’ she asked curiously.
‘Benson is—–’
‘No, not that—although we’ll get back to him in a moment. No one else calls me Danielle.’
‘Danny makes you sound like a man.’ He scowled.
‘As you once thought me.’ She nodded. ‘Oh, don’t worry, I’m not complaining. It makes me feel special.’
Grey eyes looked at her probingly. ‘Why should you want that, Danielle?’ he asked softly.
‘Why not?’ She looked at him with candid brown eyes. ‘You don’t have a girl in every country like your cousin seems to, do you?’
The forbidding mouth quirked mockingly. ‘I don’t have a girl—or preferably, woman, in any country,’ Pierce derided.
‘No?’ She found that a little hard to believe, sensing that beneath the reserved coldness was a man of deep passion. Hadn’t she tasted a little of that passion the other night? Didn’t she want to taste it again!
‘No,’ he spoke harshly now.
‘Would you like one,’ she encouraged hopefully. ‘In England, that is?’
His mouth tightened even more. ‘Are you offering your services?’
Perhaps it was the way he said ‘services’, or maybe it was just his tone of voice, but she found the words slightly insulting. ‘I’d like to get to know you better,’ she answered with a frown. ‘I’d also like to go swimming again,’ she added lightly.
‘Another mercenary,’ Pierce taunted.
‘Not me.’ She shook her head. ‘I just felt that as you’re partly responsible for my late night jogging being curtailed you wouldn’t mind offering the use of the pool for my excercise instead.’
‘I told you before,’ he rasped, ‘you’re free to use it at any time.’
‘You’re sure it won’t disturb your uncle?’ She frowned.
‘Yes.’
‘Have you had your swim today yet?’
‘That isn’t very subtle, Danielle,’ he drawled, his eyes mocking.
‘Do I have to be?’ she complained. ‘I’ve never been one to indulge in those pointless guessing games. I’d like us to become friends, and as you don’t seem to be around too often I have to take advantage of the opportunities I do have.’
His brows rose in some surprise. ‘You’re certainly different from the women I usually meet.’
‘Have there been a lot of them?’
‘The mere fact that I consider you too young for me to answer that question tells me this conversation shouldn’t be taking place at all,’ he bit out.
‘But it is.’
He made an impatient sound in his throat. ‘Woman have never figured that strongly in my life,’ he answered distantly, as if he weren’t used to people delving so closely into his private life. ‘When I want one I take one, it’s as simple as that.’
Danny gave an inward wince at his candidness, as he had probably guessed that she would. But she freely acknowledged that he had been brought up in, and inhabited, a completely different world from her own, one where real emotions were hard to find, his very name making him a target for women and so increasing his cynicism where they were concerned. It couldn’t be easy being a Sutherland, even if he was just a nephew to Henry Sutherland.
‘And do you—take one—often?’ She looked at him with widely innocent eyes.
‘If you’re trying to ascertain how highly sexed I am let me assure you that my appetite is that of the average male. I am in no desperate need of a woman right now,’ he dismissed coldly. ‘And when I am I choose women who will not be a problem to me afterwards.’
She had only asked the question in the hope of repaying some of the shock-value he had given out; it had backfired on her! ‘Very sensible.’ She unbent her long legs to stand up. ‘Shall we have that swim now?’
‘Danielle—–’
‘Yes?’ She looked at him with calm brown eyes.
‘Nothing,’ he dismissed impatiently, also standing up, the small room suddenly seeming even smaller. ‘Please use the pool,’ he invited abruptly. ‘I don’t have the time to join you.’
‘Oh.’ She was too disappointed not to show it.
He gave a impatient sigh. ‘Danielle, has no one ever told you it’s dangerous to show this much—–’
‘Enthusiasm?’ she finished lightly. ‘I’ve always been the same, I don’t see any reason to change now.’
‘And where do you think it will get you?’ Pierce asked softly.
When she looked into those icy grey eyes she didn’t think it would get her anywhere, not with this man, at least. Her candidness was obviously not welcome. ‘At this moment? Into the pool, I hope.’ Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she saw his sudden expulsion of air.
Some of the tension seemed to leave the broad shoulders, too. ‘Then I won’t keep you from it any longer,’ he told her distantly.
‘Pierce …?’
‘Yes?’ He was wary again.
Danny wished she knew what made him act that way, it made her feel uncomfortable. ‘You said your uncle is at home tonight?’
His eyes narrowed. ‘Yes.’
‘Do you think I might be able to see him?’
‘Well certainly not this evening—–’
‘Tomorrow,’ she corrected laughingly. ‘Do you think I could see him then? I’ve been trying the last few days, but he’s been away.’
‘What’s it about?’
‘Dave Benson.’
Pierce’s mouth tightened. ‘I’ve already told you that he has to take responsibility for the lapse,’ he bit out harshly. ‘Appealing on his behalf won’t do any good.’
She shrugged. ‘Nevertheless, I’d still like to speak to your uncle.’
He nodded, as if he had never doubted her determination. ‘Come over to the house tomorrow afternoon.’
‘He won’t mind?’ She frowned at his freely given invitation after she had had so much trouble seeing him so far.
Pierce’s mouth twisted. ‘He never minds seeing a beautiful woman.’
Her eyes widened with surprise. ‘How old is your uncle?’ She had assumed he would be well into his fifties.
‘Not too old to appreciate a beautiful woman; no man is ever that old!’
‘Am I beautiful?’
He gave a husky chuckle, looking younger, lines etched beside his eyes and mouth. ‘You would make a very good businesswoman, Danielle; you don’t miss the slightest slip.’
She shook her head, answering seriously. ‘Shrubs and flowers are much easier to understand than people, especially the sharks of the business world.’
‘You don’t seem to have had too much trouble with me,’ he drawled.
‘Oh, I didn’t mean—–’
‘I know,’ he mocked. ‘I’ll tell Benson you’ll be over shortly,’ he added briskly. ‘I don’t suppose there’s any need to warn you about the ferocious guard-dogs patrolling the grounds!’
She smiled at his derisive sarcasm. ‘You should have seen the look on your face when Fang and Killer ran towards us!’ She began to giggle, reliving the moment. ‘I wish I’d had a camera!’
‘I’m glad you didn’t,’ he said with self-disgust. ‘I can assure you I don’t usually make such a fool of myself.’
No, she could tell he was very uncomfortable with the fact that he might have looked remotely silly. He was a man who was ultimately in control of any situation, had a dignity that didn’t allow for errors, a sense of self-preservation that didn’t allow others to make them either. Which brought her back to Dave Benson.
‘I’ll come over to the house at two-thirty tomorrow afternoon,’ she told Pierce.
He shook his head. ‘It won’t do any good. The man is on a month’s notice.’
‘I didn’t know that,’ she gasped her dismay.
Grey eyes narrowed to steely slits. ‘What did you think had happened to him?’
‘He told me he had received a reprimand—–’
‘For what he did he should have received an instant dismissal!’
‘Then it’s lucky your uncle is a more reasonable man than you appear to be, isn’t it!’ she flashed. ‘Honestly, Pierce, how can you be so bloody-minded?’ she said impatiently. ‘Dave Benson is a good man. Good gracious, I’m as much to blame as he is!’
‘Perhaps you would like to be dismissed, too?’ he arched dark brows at her. ‘I’m sure it could be arranged,’ he added icily.
In control—this man was unreasonable! ‘Surely that’s for your uncle to decide?’ she challenged, her head back, her eyes glittering defiantly.
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Кэрол Мортимер
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О книге: Carole Mortimer is one of Mills & Boon’s best loved Modern Romance authors. With nearly 200 books published and a career spanning 35 years, Mills & Boon are thrilled to present her complete works available to download for the very first time! Rediscover old favourites – and find new ones! – in this fabulous collection…Propositioned by the billionaire…Danny doesn’t know the man she’s flirting with is actually her new boss, wealthy tycoon Pierce Sutherland! Now a man’s career is on the line and it’s all Danny’s fault. Yet brooding Pierce has a proposition for her: if she spends the weekend in his bed, he’ll let the man keep his job…But innocent Danny is looking for emotional intimacy—as well as sinful seduction!—and after the tragic death of his wife, Pierce is wary of ever taking a chance again…