Robyn Donald.

Island of Secrets

Joanna froze, meeting glinting eyes that narrowed. Every cell in her body was suddenly charged with a fierce awareness of Lucs potent male charisma.

His grip tightened for a painful moment, then relaxed.

But instead of letting her go he drew her towards him. His face was set and intent, his eyes molten silver.

Helpless in a kind of reckless, fascinated thralldom, she forced herself to meet that fiercely intent gaze. In it she read passion, a desire that matched the desperate impulse she had no way of fighting.

He dropped his hands and took a step backwards.

A bit too soonand very crassto be making a move like that, surely? he said in a voice so level it took her a second or two to register the meaning of his words. After all, Toms barely cold in his grave. You could make some pretence of missing him.

The flick of scorn in his last sentence lashed her like a whip.

About the Author

ROBYN DONALD cant remember not being able to read, and will be eternally grateful to the local farmers who carefully avoided her on a dusty country road as she read her way to and from school, transported to places and times far away from her small village in Northland, New Zealand. Growing up fed her habit. As well as training as a teacher, marrying and raising two children, she discovered the delights of romances and read them voraciously, especially enjoying the ones written by New Zealand writersso much so that one day she decided to write one herself.

Writing soon grew to be as much of a delight as readingalthough infinitely more challengingand when eventually her first book was accepted by Mills & Boon she felt shed arrived home. She still lives in a small town in Northland, with her family close by, using the landscape as a setting for much of her work. Her life is enriched by the friends shes made among writers and readers, and complicated by a determined Corgi called Buster, who is convinced that blackbirds are evil entities. Her greatest hobby is still reading, with travelling a very close second.

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of Secrets

Robyn Donald


IN A VOICE that iced through the solicitors office, Luc MacAllister said, Perhaps you can explain why my stepfather insisted on this final condition.

Bruce Keller resisted the urge to move uncomfortably in his chair.

Hed warned Tom Henderson of the possible repercussions of his outrageous will, but his old friend had said with some satisfaction, Its time Luc learned that life can mean dealing with situations you cant control.

In his forty years of discussing wills with bereaved families Bruce had occasionally been shocked, but hed never felt threatened before. The familiar sound of the traffic in the street of the small New Zealand town faded as he met the hard grey eyes of Toms stepson.

He squared his shoulders, warning himself to cool it. MacAllisters formidable self-possession was a legend. Tom didnt confide in me, he said steadily.

The man on the other side of the desk looked down at the copy of the will before him. So he refused to give any reason for stipulating that before I attain complete control of Henderson Holdings and the Foundation, I must spend six months in the company of hisof Joanna Forman.

He refused to discuss it at all.

MacAllister quoted from the will. Joanna Forman, who has been my companion for the past two years. His mouth twisted. It wasnt like Tom to be so mealy-mouthed. By companion he presumably meant mistress.

The solicitor felt a momentary pang of pity for the woman. Thanking his stars he was able to be truthful, he said austerely, All I know about her is that her aunt was your stepfathers housekeeper on Rotumea Island until she died. Joanna Forman cared for her during the three months before her death.

And then stayed on.

The contempt in Lucs voice angered the solicitor, but he refrained from saying anything more.

Whatever role Joanna Forman had played in Hendersons life, shed been important to himso important hed made sure shed never want for anything else again, even though hed known it would infuriate his formidable stepson.

MacAllisters broad shoulders lifted in a shrug that reminded the older man of Lucs mother, an elegant, aristocratic Frenchwoman. Although Bruce had met her only once hed never forgotten her polished composure and what had seemed like a complete lack of warmth. She couldnt have been more different from Tom, a brash piratical New Zealander whod grabbed the world by the neck and shaken it, enjoying himself enormously while setting up a worldwide organization in various forms of construction.

Bruce had done his best to convince Tom that this unexpected legacy was going to cause ructions, possibly even cause his will to be contested in court, but his friend had been completely determined.

Anyway, MacAllister had no reason to be so scornful. The solicitor could recall at least two rather public liaisons in his life.

A just man, Bruce accepted that a relationship between a sixty-year-old and a woman almost forty years younger was, to use his youngest granddaughters terminology, icky. Involuntarily his mouth curved, only to vanish under another cold grey stare.

Luc said crisply, I dont find the situation at all amusing.

In his driest tone, Bruce said, I realise this has been a shock to you. I did warn your stepfather.

When did he finalise this will?

A year ago.

MacAllister pushed the document away. Three years after he had that ischaemic stroke, and a year after this Forman woman moved in.

Yes. He took the precaution of having a thorough checkboth physical and mentalbefore he signed it.

In a clipped voice MacAllister said, Of course he did. On your recommendation, I assume. Without waiting for an answer he went on, I wont be contesting the willnot even this final condition.

The solicitor nodded. Sensible of you.

MacAllister got to his feet, towering over the desk, his arctic gaze never leaving Bruces face.

Bruce rose also, wondering why the man facing him seemed considerably taller than his height of a few inches over six feet.


Luc MacAllister had it in spades.

MacAllisters lip curled. Presumably this Forman woman will play along with Toms condition.

Shed be extremely stupid not to, Bruce felt compelled to point out. The other mans intimidating glance made him say bluntly, However difficult the situation, both you and she have a lot to gain by sticking to the terms Tom set out.

In fact, Joanna Forman had the power to deprive Luc MacAllister of something hed worked for all his adult lifecomplete control of Tom Hendersons vast empire.

Which was why the younger mans face looked as though it had been carved out of granite.

Once more MacAllister glanced down at the will. I assume you tried to persuade Tom not to do this.

Bruce said crisply, He knew exactly what he wanted.

And like a good solicitor and an old friend, youve done your best to see that this is watertight.

Luc didnt expect an answer. Hed get his legal team to go through the will with a fine-tooth comb, but Bruce Keller was a shrewd lawyer and a good one. He didnt expect to be able to challenge it.

He asked, Does Joanna Forman know of her good fortune yet?

Not yet. Tom insisted I tell her in person. Im flying to Rotumea in three days.

Luc reined in his temper. It was unfair to blame the solicitor for not preventing this outrageous condition. His stepfather was not a man to take advice, and once Tom had made up his mind he couldnt be swayed. Hed been a freebooter, his recklessness paying off more often than not until that tiny temporary stroke had messed around with his brain.

Which was the reason, Luc thought grimly, he and Joanna Forman would be forced to live in close proximity for the next six months.

Not only that, at the end of the six months shed make the decision that would either hand him the reins of Toms empire, or deprive him of everything hed fought for these past years.

One thing he had to know. Will you tell her that shell decide who controls Hendersons?

And watched closely as the solicitor expostulated, You know I cant reveal that.

Luc hid a bleak satisfaction. When required, Bruce Keller could produce a poker face, but Luc was prepared to bet that Tom had stipulated Joanna Forman not be told until it was time for her to make her decision.

Which gave him room to manoeuvre. And if her decision is against me, what will happen?

Keller hesitated, then said, Thats another thing I cant divulge.

Well, it had been worth a try. Tom would have organised someone he trusted to take over, and Luc knew who that would beToms nephew.

Hed fought Luc for supremacy in various overt and covert ways, culminating a year previously in his elopement and subsequent marriage to Lucs fianc?e. Who just happened to be Toms goddaughter.

Damn you, Tom.

Jo stood up from the desk and stretched, easing the ache between her shoulder blades. After two years in the tropical Pacific she was accustomed to heat and humidity, but today had left her exhausted.

The last thing she wanted to do was play gooseberry to a pair of honeymooners, but her oldest friend had brought her new husband to stay one night at Rotumeas expensive resort so her two favourite people could meet

And Lindy and she had been best friends since theyd bonded on their first day at school in New Zealand, and it would be lovely to see her again.

Also, she was eager to meet the man whod generated Lindys rave reviews during the past year. A non-existent bank balance had prevented Jo from accepting her friends request to be maid of honour, and the current recession meant there wasnt much chance of things improving financially for her for a while.

Not that she was going to dim the couples happiness with any mention of her business worries. But the sooner she got home and made herself ready, the better.

Several hours later she realised she was wishing shed made an excuse. The evening had started well; Lindy was radiant, her new husband charming and very appropriately besotted, and theyd sipped a champagne toast to the future as the sun dived suddenly beneath the horizon and twilight enfolded the island in a purple cloak shot with the silver dazzle of stars.

Youre so lucky, Lindy had sighed. Rotumea has to be the most beautiful place in the world.

Before shed had a chance to do more than set down her glass, Jo heard a familiar smooth voice from behind, and the evening immediately lost its gloss.

Hi, Jo-girl, howre things going?

Jo froze. Of all the people on the island, Sean was the one she least wanted to see. Only a few days after Toms death shed refused his suggestion of an affair. His reaction had left her nauseated and furious.

However, she wasnt going to let his presence spoil the evening for her friends. She turned, wishing shed chosen to wear something a little less revealing when Seans gaze immediately dropped to her cleavage.

Fine, thanks, she said calmly, trying to convey that she didnt want him there without making it obvious to her companions.

Sean lifted his eyes to give the other two a practised smile. Hi. Let me guessyoure the honeymooners Jos been looking forward to seeing, right? Enjoying your stay in the tropics?

Seething, Jo wished shed had the sense to realise what sort of man he was before shed told him about Lindy.

Sure enough, her friend beamed at him. Loving everything about it.

His smile broadened. Im Sean Harvey. Glancing at Jo, he drawled, A friend of Jos.

So of course Lindy invited him to sit down. Jo cast a harried look around the open-air restaurant, her gaze colliding with that of a man being seated at the next table.

Automatically she gave a brief smile. Not a muscle in his hard, handsome face moved and, feeling as though hed slapped her, Jo looked away.

Fair men usually looked amiable and casualsurfer-style. Well, not always, she admitted, the most recent James Bond incarnation springing to mind. In spite of the sun-bleached streaks in his ash-brown hair, this stranger had the same dangerous aura.

Surfer-style he was not

Tall and powerfully muscled, good-looking in an uncompromising, chiselled fashion, he had eyes like cold grey lasers and a jaw that gave no quarter. He also looked familiar, although she knew shed never seen him before.

Perhaps he was a film star? He wasnt the sort of man anyone would forget.

As though that moment of eye contact somehow forged a tenuous link between them, Jos pulses picked up speed and she rapidly switched her gaze to Lindy.

Dont be an idiot, she told herself, and concentrated on ignoring the stranger and enduring the evening.

Not that she could fault Seans behaviour; he was gallant with Lindy, man-to-man with her husband, and managed so well to indicate his interest in Jo that when he eventually left Lindy challenged her.

You havent mentioned him at allis he your latest?

No, Jo said shortly.

Her friend had spoken in a rare moment of general silence, and the man at the next table looked across at her. Again, no emotion showed in the sculpted features, yet for some reason an uneasy shiver skated across her skin.

All evening shed been aware of himalmost as though his presence indicated some form of threat.

Oh, dont over-dramatise, she scoffed. The stranger didnt deserve it; she was stillunfairlyreacting to Seans intrusions. Because of him she was totally off good-looking men.

For the rest of the evening she kept her gaze scrupulously away from the grey-eyed newcomer. But that sense of his presence stayed with her until she left the hotel and walked into the car park, stopping abruptly when a dark shadow detached itself from the side of her car.

Hi, Jo.

She froze, then forced herself to relax. On Rotumea the only danger came from natureseasonal cyclones, drowningsor the very rare accident on the motor scooters that were everywhere on the roads. There had never been an assault that she was aware of.

Nevertheless, Seans presence jolted her. She asked briskly, What do you want?

This time he didnt bother smiling. I want to talk to you.

Without changing her tone she answered, You said everything I needed to hear the last time we met.

He shrugged. Thats partly why we need to talk. His voice altered. Jo, Im sorry. If you hadnt turned me down so crudely, I wouldnt have lost it. I really thought I was in with a chanceafter all, if old Tom had been able to keep you happy you wouldnt have made eyes at me.

It wasnt the first time someone had assumed that Tom had been her lover, and each time it nauseated her. As for making eyes

Jo reined in her indignation. Distastefully she said, As an apology that fails on all counts. Leave it, Sean. It doesnt matter.

He took a step towards her. Was it worth it, Jo? No matter how much money he had, sleeping with an old manhe must have been at least forty years older than youcant have been much fun. I hope he left you a decent amount in his will, although somehow I doubt it. His voice thickened, and he took another step towards her. Did he? I believe billionaires are tight as hell when it comes to money

Thats enough! she flashed, a little fear lending weight to her disgust. Stop right now.

Why should I? Everyone on Rotumea knows your mother was a call girl

Dont you dare! Her voice cut into his filthy insinuation. My mother was a model, and the two are not synonymousif you understand what that means.

Sean opened his mouth to speak, but swivelled around when another male voice entered the conversation, a crisp English accent investing the words with compelling authority.

You heard her, the man said. Calm down.

Jo jerked around to face the man whod sat at the next table as he finished brutally, Whatever youre offering, she doesnt want it. Get going.

Who the hell are you? Sean demanded.

A passing stranger. His contempt strained Jos nerves. I suggest you get into your vehicle and go.

Sean started to bluster, stopping abruptly when the stranger said coolly, Its not the end of the world. Things have a habit of looking better a few weeks down the track, and no mans ever died just because a woman turned him down.

Thanks for nothing. Seans voice was surly. He swung to Jo. OK, Ill go, but dont come running to me when you find yourself kicked out of Hendersons house. I bet anything you like he left everything to his family. Women like you are two a penny

Just go, Sean, she said tensely, struggling to keep the lid on her embarrassment and anger.

He left then, and when his footsteps had died away she dragged in a breath and said reluctantly, Thanks.

I suggest you let the next one down a bit more tactfully. A caustic note in the strangers voice was overlaid with boredom.

Jo caught back a terse rejoinder. In spite of his tone she was grateful for his interference. For a few moments shed almost been afraid of Sean.

Ill try to keep your advice in mind, she said with scrupulous politeness, and got into her car.

Once on the road she grimaced. The spat with Sean had unsettled her; shed totally misread the situation with him.

Like her he was a New Zealander, in Rotumea to manage the local branch of a fishing operation. Although from the first hed made it clear he found her attractive, hed appeared to accept the limits she put on their contact with good grace. Several times shed searched her memory in case something shed said or done had given him the idea that she wanted to be more than friendly. She could recall nothing, ever.

Frustrated, she swerved to avoid a bird afflicted with either a death wish or an unshakeable sense of its immortality. Naturally, the bird was a masked booby the clown of the Pacific.

Concentrate, she told herself fiercely.

After Toms death, Seans suggestion of an affair had come out of the blue, but shed let him down as gently as she could, only to be shocked and totally unprepared for his sneering anger and contempt.

She didnt like that hed lain in wait for her to deliver that insulting apology. His belief that she and Tom were lovers still made her feel sick. It seemed that Sean believed any relationship between a man and a woman had to have a sexual base.

Neanderthal! In a way Tom was like the father shed never known.

That night she slept badly, the thick humidity causing her to wonder if a cyclone was on its way. However, when she checked the weather forecast the following morning she was relieved to see that although one was heading across the Pacific, it would almost certainly miss Rotumea.

Then her shop manager rang to apologise because a family crisis meant she wouldnt be in until after lunch, so Jo put aside the paperwork that had built up over the month since Toms death, and went into the only town on the island to take Savisis place.

And of course she had to deal with the worst customer shed ever come across, an arrogant little snip of about twenty whose clothes proclaimed far too much money and whose manners reminded Jo of an unpleasant animala weasel, she decided sardonically, breathing a sigh of relief when the girl swayed, all hips and pout, out of the shop.

But at least Savisi arrived immediately after midday to relieve her. She drove back to the oasis of Toms house, yet once shed eaten lunch she paced about restlessly, unable to draw any comfort from its familiarity.

In the end, she decided a swim in the lagoon would make her feel more human.

It certainly refreshed her, but not enough. Wistfully eyeing the hammock slung from the branch of one of the big overhanging trees, she surrendered to temptation.

Her name, spoken in a deep male voice, woke her with a start. Yawning, she peered resentfully through her lashes at the figure of a tall man with the tropical sun behind him. She couldnt see his features, and although she recognised his voice she couldnt slot him into her life.

Groggy from sleep, she muttered, Go away.

Im not going away. Wake up.

The tone hit her like an icy shower. And the words were a direct order, with the implied suggestion of a threat. Indignant and irritated, she scrambled out of the hammock and pushed her mass of hair back to stare upwards, her dazed gaze slowly travelling over the strangers features while she forced her brain into action.

Oh. The man from last night

Feeling oddly vulnerable, she wished shed chosen a bathing suit that covered more skin than this bikini.

Not that he was showing any interest in her body. That assessing stare was fixed on her face.

What are you doing here? she demanded. This is a private beach.

I know. I came to see you.

Although Jo just managed to stop a dumbfounded gape, nothing could prevent her jerky step backwards. Shock, and a strange feverish thrill shot through her, dissipating when she realised who he had to be. Hastily she shoved on her sunglassesa fragile shield against his penetrating surveyand blurted, Youre the solicitor, right? Frowning, she added, I thought you werent coming until tomorrow.

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