‘No,’ he said. ‘Not any longer. I’ve become the Haddon man. A distinction I advise you to observe.’
‘A threat,’ she said. ‘But then you were always good at them.’
‘And an accusation,’ he said. ‘For which you had a positive genius. Even when you were in pigtails. And later.’ The grey eyes made a leisurely and nerve-jangling inspection of her. ‘You haven’t changed a great deal—over the intervening years.’
Her throat tightened. ‘I’m afraid I can’t say the same for you. I would never have known you.’
He laughed softly. ‘Are you quite sure about that, Adie? Wasn’t there just a glimmer of recognition this morning when you were staring down at me from your ivory tower?’
His use of her childhood name grated. As did the confirmation of her earlier suspicion that he’d known she was there.
She said shortly, ‘You were the last person in the world I ever expected to see again. And you didn’t hang around to introduce yourself.’
‘No,’ he said. ‘I had business elsewhere. And besides, I knew we’d be meeting again very soon. I didn’t want to anticipate such a pleasurable moment. The first, I hope, of so many more to come,’ he added silkily.
She bit her lip. ‘So—what are you doing here? Why have you come back? I don’t understand…’
‘You’re not required to.’ His smile chafed her nerve-endings. ‘Perhaps I just wanted to surprise you.’
He looked past her as Mr Davidson peered anxiously into the room.
‘Is everything all right, Mr Haddon?’
‘Everything’s fine, thanks.’ The sudden switch to power and charm made Adrien reel inwardly. ‘Could you give us five minutes? Miss Lander and I would like to renew our old acquaintance.’
‘Yes—yes—of course.’ Mr Davidson began to back out of the room.
She wanted to cry out, Don’t go. Don’t leave me with him. But she couldn’t allow herself to betray such weakness.
Instead, she stood in silence and watched the door close. Shutting her in with him. Her enemy.
‘How very deferential of him,’ she threw into the sudden silence. ‘I’m surprised he didn’t call you sir.’
‘He probably will—given time. I’m about to become a very important customer at this bank.’
‘Does he know you were the housekeeper’s son?’ She cringed inwardly at the crudity of the query. Despised herself for voicing it too. Because she’d liked Mrs Haddon, who’d always been warm and kind to her on Adrien’s visits to the Grange with her father.
She had a sudden memory of the well-scrubbed kitchen table, being allowed to scrape the remains of the cake mixture from the bowl. And being given fresh-baked cookies, with her initial picked out in chocolate chips.
‘I’ve no idea.’ His voice was calm. ‘But it would make no difference. Because money talks—and it has a louder voice than your outdated notions of snobbery.’
Faint colour rose in her face, but she stood her ground. ‘Then you’ve come up in the world. How odd.’
His brows lifted. ‘I’ve worked hard. I’ve found it pays off. And I intend to go on working so I can have what I want in life.’
‘Wildhurst Grange, for instance?’
‘Among other things, yes.’
‘Well, I don’t believe it,’ she said. ‘Piers would never sell his inheritance—and especially not to you.’
‘Piers would sell his own grandmother to get out of the kind of mess he’s in.’
She said thickly, ‘How dare you say that? After the way you’ve behaved. You always hated him—you were always jealous…’
‘I had no reason to like him.’ The grey eyes glittered at her. ‘But I wasn’t jealous. He had nothing that I wanted—not then.’
‘And now you want the Grange. So you’ve stolen it from him—somehow.’ She lifted her chin contemptuously. ‘Well—once a thief, always a thief.’
‘What a depressingly commonplace mind you’ve developed, Adie,’ he drawled. ‘It must be through associating with Mr Mendoza. But I’m sure you’ll recover.’
‘I don’t have to,’ she said. ‘Or did you think I’d dump Piers because he doesn’t have the Grange any more?’ She moistened her dry lips with the tip of her tongue. ‘If so, you’re wrong. Because that was never the attraction. Piers and I are going to be together, no matter what’s gone wrong. As soon as I get home I’m going to call him and…’
‘Well, make sure you get the time zones right.’ He looked at his watch. ‘It’s probably the middle of the night in Brazil. And you wouldn’t want to disturb him on his honeymoon.’
The sudden silence in the room was almost tangible. Adrien could feel it beating against her eardrums, constricting her heart.
She looked at him numbly. He seemed to have retreated to a great distance, his dark figure swimming in front of her. Swimming…
‘Sit down.’ His voice was suddenly incisive, authoritative. ‘Put your head between your knees and breathe deeply.’
She obeyed for no better reason than her legs no longer seemed capable of supporting her.
When the dizziness had passed, and she could speak again, she said, ‘You’re lying.’
He said slowly, ‘No, it’s true. He’d been seeing this girl out in Portugal, and made her pregnant. Her father is Brazilian, and powerful, and insisted on marriage. And Brazil was a safer option for him than London or Lisbon.’
He paused. ‘Will you believe, Adrien, that it gives me no pleasure to tell you?’
‘No.’ She raised her head to glare at him. ‘I don’t believe it. You’ve waited a long time for your revenge, Chay Haddon. Waited to punish me for having you sent away all those years ago. I just wish with all my heart that you’d gone to jail instead.’
‘Only to jail?’ he came back at her mockingly. ‘I was certain hell would be the preferred destination.’
‘Hell’s too good for you.’ She pushed back a strand of hair that had escaped its confinement and got to her feet, swaying slightly as she fought off the last remnants of dizziness.
‘Be careful.’ He went to take her arm, and she recoiled.
‘Don’t touch me,’ she said hoarsely. ‘Don’t ever dare to touch me.’
‘A threat, an accusation, and now a challenge.’ He was actually smiling. ‘What a pity I have neither the time nor the inclination to take you up on it. At present,’ he added silkily. ‘I gather you’re terminating our reunion. May I ask where you’re going?’
‘Yes,’ she said. ‘I’m going to find Piers and talk to him. Show you up for the liar and cheat that you are.’
‘I wouldn’t have so much to say about cheating.’ There was a note of grimness in his voice. ‘Not when you owe money all over the area. And don’t even think of going to Brazil, Adie, always supposing you could find the fare. I’m sure your creditors wouldn’t like it, quite apart from Piers’s wife.’
He opened the door and held it for her. ‘I’ll see you around.’
To answer, Not if I see you first, would have been simply childish rudeness. Instead Adrien did not even glance at him as she walked out of the office.
She heard Mr Davidson saying, ‘Miss