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‘Not over this,’ he admitted. ‘I just wanted breathing space. Time to find a woman I could contemplate living with full time.’
‘The main problem might be finding one who could contemplate living with you full time!’ Jessica retorted, bringing a tilt to his lips.
‘Quite possibly.’
But unlikely, she was bound to admit. No man with Zac Prescott’s assets would have difficulty finding a wife.’
‘I’d have thought Leonie might fulfil your every requirement in that direction,’ she said.
‘Leonie?’ He laughed, shaking his head. ‘She’d no more want to marry me than I would her. We’re too much alike.’
‘Opposites attract, similarities endure,’ she murmured.
‘Sometimes, not always.’
‘So what would you consider ideal wife material? Someone who’d hang on your every word and worship the ground you walked on?’
The scorn made little impression. ‘Sounds pretty close.’
‘You’re about fifty years too late then.’
‘So it seems.’ Zac shook his head again, this time in mock despair. ‘I might have to settle for less than the best in the end.’
‘Whoever you did marry would have my heartfelt sympathy!’ It was weak, but the best she could come up with.
‘I’ll pass the message on, if and when,’ he said. ‘To get back to the lesser proposal, if you won’t take money, how about that job? Obviously it wouldn’t be with Prescotts, but I have plenty of contacts.’
Jessica curled a lip. ‘Don’t bother. I’ll be doing it for one reason and one reason only, and that’s to save your grandfather from knowing what a liar you are!’
‘Thanks.’ Zac neither sounded nor looked in any way discomposed by the censure. ‘So we’d better get down to discussing detail. I’ve worked out a potted history for you. All you have to do is memorise it.’
‘Taking it for granted I was going to say yes?’
The grey eyes remained steady. ‘You can learn a lot about someone in a very short time in bed.’
Jessica felt the contraction deep in the pit of her stomach, the sudden wave of heat through her body. ‘You know nothing about me!’ she exclaimed furiously, colouring afresh at the memory of those exploring hands. ‘Nothing intrinsic, at any rate. I can still back out. What would you do then?’
‘I’d be sunk,’ he admitted. ‘But you won’t back out.’
He was right, she conceded with reluctance. However much she might deplore the situation, she’d committed herself.
‘It will be easier if I use my own background,’ she said, with no intention of relinquishing at least that much control.
‘No reason why not,’ he agreed after a moment’s consideration. ‘Probably easier for me too, in fact. I’ll need a few more details though.’
‘I think you’d better fill me in on a few details first. Where exactly is your grandfather, to start with?’
‘Dorset. Near Lyme Regis. They moved down there when he retired.’
Jessica looked at him sharply. ‘They?’
‘He and my grandmother.’ Zac raised a querying eyebrow. ‘Does it make a difference?’
‘It means deceiving two people instead of one—unless you plan on telling your grandmother the truth.’
‘I think she might have enough on her plate for the time being, don’t you?’
Jessica had to agree with that too. The arrival of a waiter to exchange the unfinished desserts for coffee gave her a much needed break. She took hers strong and black in an attempt to clear her mind.
‘You said you only heard the news this morning?’ she queried when they were alone again.
Zac nodded. ‘Grandmother told me when I rang to say I wouldn’t be able to make it this weekend.’
‘The news must have been a real shock.’
A shadow passed over the incisive features. ‘Very much so. I knew he was on medication for angina, and, at eighty, I suppose it was on the cards that he might not have all that long, but I just didn’t expect it this soon.’
He briskened his tone, emotions under firm control again. ‘I haven’t given them a name as yet, so your own will do.’
Jessica held back the acrid comment. ‘How long are we supposed to have known one another?’
‘A couple of weeks or so.’
‘Obviously love at first sight!’
The satire lit a spark in his eyes. ‘It happens to others, why not to me?’
‘You’re hardly the type.’
‘I’m no out-and-out romantic, I agree, but I’m not quite as case-hardened as you seem to think.’
‘I’ll take your word for it. I already told you as much of my background as you really need to know about for now,’ Jessica went on purposefully, caught up, despite her disquietude, in the concoction. ‘Where did we meet?’
Zac gave a brief shrug. ‘At a party?’
‘You’ve really thought this through, haven’t you?’ she gibed.
‘Not to any great extent,’ he admitted. He studied her for a moment, expression undecipherable. ‘You’re being very…cooperative.’
‘For your grandfather’s sake, not yours. One thing we should have clear,’ she added, arming herself against any intruding images, ‘there’ll be no physical contact between us.’
The spark was lit once more. ‘It’s hardly going to be convincing if I’m banned from even putting an arm around you.’
‘No more than strictly necessary then.’
‘Who is it you mistrust the most?’ he asked softly. ‘Me—or yourself?’
Both equally, if she were honest, Jessica could have told him. However she might feel about his behaviour in this particular matter, there was no getting away from her physical responses.
She met his gaze with what she hoped was a suitably scathing expression. ‘Modesty not exactly your strong point, is it?’
‘Attack the best means of defence?’ he countered. ‘Why do some women find it necessary to deny their natural leanings? It isn’t essential to be in love to get pleasure from love-making. I’d have thought last night would have proved that to you.’
‘We were hardly together long enough to prove anything,’ Jessica retorted, knowing even as she said it that she was fighting a losing battle. ‘When exactly do you plan on seeing your grandfather?’ she asked, thrusting the thought aside.
‘As soon as possible. If we can’t get a scheduled flight tomorrow, I’ll book a charter. We’ll be going straight down to the house, which means an overnight stay. Separate rooms, so you’ll be safe enough. Grandmother would have it no other way.’
Neither, it was on the tip of Jessica’s tongue to retort, would she. She refrained because it was more dignified to ignore the comment. ‘What about the rest of your family? Will they be there too?’
‘What’s left of it. My father and his brother were killed together in a car crash seven years ago.’ The statement was matter-of-fact.
‘I’m sorry,’ Jessica proffered. ‘It must have been hard.’
‘It was.’ Zac glanced at the thin gold watch encircling one lean wrist, face revealing little. ‘More coffee, or shall we make tracks?’
It was coming up to midnight, Jessica saw from her own watch. Looking back over the evening, she could still hardly believe what she’d agreed to do. Leonie would consider her a total idiot for getting involved in such a scheme. She wouldn’t be far wrong either.
‘I’m ready to go,’ she said. ‘I hadn’t realised it was so late.’
His smile had a sardonic edge. ‘Time flies when you’re having fun.’
It was a short walk to where they’d left the car. Although nowhere near as busy as it would be in months to come, the town was humming with activity, the night only just getting into its stride.
Aware through every nerve and sinew of the man at her side, Jessica took care to keep space between them. Had she been with Paul right now, came the thought, he would have wanted to visit at least one nightclub before retiring. She was surprised by the lack of any real pain in the memory. Perhaps her feelings for him hadn’t gone quite as deep as she’d imagined after all.
The drive back was accomplished in near silence. Jessica was thankful not to be the one tackling the steep climbs and hairpin bends in the dark. Zac insisted on seeing her as far as the main door of the apartments, though he made no attempt to solicit an invitation.
‘I’ll be here at nine,’ he said. ‘You can leave your car. I’ll arrange to have it picked up. Hopefully, we’ll be in England by mid-afternoon.’ Catching the expression that flitted across her face, he added hardily, ‘You’re not going to let me down.’
It was more of a statement than a question, but this was no time, Jessica acknowledged, to be nitpicking over inflections.
‘I’ll be ready,’ she said. ‘Although I can’t pretend to be happy about what we’re doing. I hope you can live with yourself afterwards.’
‘I’ll do my best.’ He paused. ‘Are you planning on telling Leonie about it?’
‘I’d as soon no one else knew about it!’
‘Supposing she tries to get in touch with you?’
‘I’ll ring her first thing in the morning and tell her I’m going to spend a few days on the other side of the island,’ she said. ‘What’s one more lie?’
Zac’s face remained impassive. ‘See you at nine, then.’
Jessica closed the door, watching through the glass as he strode back to the car, tall, lean and totally devastating. She had given her word. No going back. Whatever the outcome, she would deal with it.
Morning found her with certain misgivings still, but no lessening of resolve. A dying man’s peace of mind took precedence over conscience.
Allowing for the time difference, she waited until eight to put through the call to Leonie, only to have the other call her first.
‘So how did it go last night?’ asked her cousin without preamble. ‘Did you get the job?’
Jessica put everything she had into keeping her voice from revealing her inner turbulence. ‘There was no job. You were right about him. He had a hidden agenda.’
The pause was loaded. ‘Did you…?’
‘Succumb?’ Jessica forced a short laugh. ‘Give me credit for a little sense!’
‘Sense doesn’t play all that large a part in some situations,’ came the dry reply. ‘Don’t try telling me he leaves you totally cold.’
Denials would be a waste of breath, Jessica knew. She opted for cynicism instead. ‘I admit he’s got something, but hell will freeze over before I let my hormones rule me again. Anyway, I’d hardly want to trample on your preserves.’
‘I already told you, Zac’s a free spirit.’ Leonie sounded cynical herself. ‘The only reason I warned you against him was because I didn’t want you falling for him on the rebound. I take it you’ll not be seeing him again?’
Jessica steeled herself against the urge to confess all, knowing all too well what her cousin would say. ‘No. As a matter of fact, I was thinking of changing my flight and spending a few days over the other side of the island.’
‘Good idea,’ Leonie agreed. ‘Make the most of it while you can. See you when you get back.’
She didn’t wait for any response, which was fortunate as Jessica would have been hard put to it to hit the right note. Deceiving her cousin was not something she liked doing, but there was no way she could bring herself to tell her the truth.
Her bag packed, she was ready and waiting in a dark cream trouser suit when Zac arrived promptly on the hour. He gave her a deliberated scrutiny, meeting her eyes with a smile on his lips.
‘You look perfect. Grandmother will love the curls. I find them pretty appealing myself, if it comes to that.’
Jessica gave him a less than appreciative look, disregarding the impact he made in the same pale grey suit he had worn the other night, this time with a dull gold shirt. ‘You don’t need to start playing the part yet.’
‘Just getting the feel of it,’ he responded. ‘I’d doubt if Grandfather’s mind is any less astute than it ever was.’
‘There’ll come a time when you have to come clean,’ she pointed out. ‘To your grandmother, at least.’
‘I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.’ Zac made an abrupt movement. ‘Let’s go.’
He carried her bag down to the car and stowed it in the boot alongside his own, then saw her into the passenger seat. Jessica stopped herself from moving away when he slid in behind the wheel, but only just. Relatively spacious though the car interior was, he was still too close for comfort. The clean fresh tang of his aftershave tantalised her nostrils.
The car had air-conditioning, but Jessica had no quarrel with Zac’s preference for open windows. She took off her jacket and tossed it to join his on the back seat, enjoying the cool rush of air on her bare arms. Cut to follow the shape of her body without undue clinging, the sleeveless, emerald green top drew a frankly appraising glance, making her wish she’d kept the jacket on. The last thing she’d want was for him to think she was flaunting herself.
‘You said your grandfather was eighty,’ she remarked, looking for something—anything—to talk about. ‘Is your grandmother younger?’
‘The same, within a couple of months. They grew up next door to one another.’ Zac gave a dry smile. ‘I’d say their fates were sealed from an early age.’
‘Do they know we’re coming?’
‘I rang last night to say we’d be there for dinner.’
Jessica gave him a surprised glance. ‘But it must have been going up the hill for two by the time you got to the hotel.’
‘I meant earlier.’ There was no element of apology in his tone. ‘A calculated gamble.’
‘Do you take chances in business affairs too?’ she queried after a moment.
