‘Go?’ he repeated in a puzzled voice. ‘But where would I go at three o’clock in the morning?’
‘I really don’t give a damn where you go, I just want you to leave!’
He shook his head. ‘I can’t.’
‘Can’t?’
‘Nope,’ he confirmed lightly. ‘I don’t have any money, you see. The job in Canada didn’t turn out to be the success I thought it would be, I only just had enough money to get myself back to dear old England.’
‘I’ll lend you some money to—–’ He was shaking his head before Kate had even completed her suggestion! ‘No?’ she rasped tightly.
He continued to shake his head. ‘I never take money from a woman.’
‘But if I insist …’
‘I still couldn’t do it.’ He pursed his lips thoughtfully. ‘Besides, what respectable hotel would appreciate my turning up for a room this time of the morning?’
‘London doesn’t stand on ceremony, you know that. It’s a city of transients.’
‘Maybe,’ he conceded. ‘But I’m really quite comfortable where I am.’
And she was far from being comfortable! Jared couldn’t possibly stay in her flat overnight. What if Richard should find out?
‘I’ll leave first thing in the morning, I promise,’ Jared seemed to be reading her thoughts. ‘You have a spare bedroom, just let me stay here tonight.’
She was beginning to feel too tired to argue any more, with the thought of her full day at the agency looming in front of her. ‘All right,’ she agreed tautly. ‘But you stay in the spare room, and you leave first thing in the morning,’ she warningly echoed his words.
‘Of course.’ He somehow contrived to look hurt. ‘Didn’t I just say I would?’
‘What you say and what you do are two different things,’ she bit out.
His eyes darkened, the laughter fading from them for a few minutes. ‘Not me, Katharine Mary,’ he told her softly. ‘I always mean what I say, and I always do it too.’
‘A man of his word, hmm?’ she sneered with bitterness.
The humour still didn’t return. ‘I’m sorry you’ve been hurt, my Katharine,’ his voice almost caressed. ‘And one day I’d like to hear about the man who did the hurting. Although I realise that right now,’ he taunted at the rebellion in her face, ‘you would rather tell me to go to hell for daring to intrude into your private pain.’
‘You realise right,’ she rasped harshly. ‘You’ll find clean linen in the cupboard in the spare-room,’ she added tiredly. ‘I trust you know how to make a bed?’
He grinned. ‘I already have.’
Kate gave a disbelieving frown, marching over to open the door to her spare bedroom. The bed was neatly made up, the top covers turned back invitingly. She turned to Jared with blazing eyes. ‘You were very confident!’
‘Not really,’ he shook his head. ‘I just know my Katharine Mary.’
‘You don’t know me. And I’m not your anything!’
He shrugged. ‘I think the answer to both those statements is, not yet.’
‘Not ever!’
He sighed. ‘Please yourself.’
‘I intend to!’
‘And I intend pleasing myself too,’ he looked at her in challenge. ‘And being with you pleases me more than anything else. You really shouldn’t have run out on me like you did.’
‘I didn’t run out on you,’ she denied. ‘It was time to leave the hotel, so I left.’
‘While I was making a telephone call!’
‘We had nothing more to say to one another, we’d already said goodbye.’
‘Strange,’ Jared drawled, ‘I don’t remember that. I remember asking you to go to North America with me.’
‘And I thought you would understand my answer,’ she scorned.
‘Maybe I did,’ he nodded. ‘But the Rourkes have never been known to give up.’
For a social drop-out that was a very strange statement! Jared seemed to read her thoughts once again, for his mouth twisted wryly.
‘Maybe I just need the right woman to help me settle down,’ he said lightly.
Kate’s head went back. ‘Well, don’t look at me!’
‘Was I?’ he teased.
‘You know you were,’ she dismissed abruptly. ‘But I’m going to marry Richard next month.’
‘Of course you are,’ Jared nodded.
‘Jared?’
He turned, his brows raised in innocent query. ‘Hm?’
Kate sighed, putting up a weary hand to her forehead, unconsciously using her left hand, the diamond there sparkling brightly, unknowingly provoking the man standing opposite her.
‘Don’t worry, me darlin’,’ once again he spoke with an Irish brogue, pulling her towards him, ‘I’m sure the best man will win.’
‘Jared, there is no contest—–’
‘Ssh, Katharine Mary,’ he spoke into her hair. ‘You’re too tired tonight to think straight.’ He kissed her chastely on the forehead.
‘There’s nothing to think about!’ She pulled away from him, glaring her anger. ‘I want you gone from here before I get up in the morning, do you understand?’
Jared looked unperturbed by her vehemence. ‘Perfectly. Now don’t frown like that,’ he advised. ‘It’ll give you wrinkles.’
With one last exasperated glare she turned and slammed into her bedroom, gritting her teeth to stop herself going back to confront him again as she heard him mutter something about waking the neighbours. They were her neighbours, damn it, and she would wake them if she wanted to!
Heavens, she was being ridiculous now! Of course she didn’t want to wake the neighbours.
What had she done to bring that tormentor back into her life? It hadn’t been her doing at all, if it hadn’t been for Brian she would never have been at that hotel in the first place!
She and Brian had met at art college five years ago, and liked each other immediately, spending most of their time together, Kate often cooking for them both in her room. They had fallen into the habit of meeting most evenings, eating a meal together and then spending the rest of the time talking or listening to music. They had been halcyon days, when the future was only as far as tomorrow, and there was still the present to enjoy.
When their college days were over Kate went to work for an advertising agency, not being good enough to become a professional artist herself, but knowing that Brian was. She hadn’t minded helping to support him as he struggled to make a name for himself, hadn’t cared at all that they rarely went out, or that the engagement ring he had given her on her twenty-first birthday still hadn’t been given the accompanying plain gold band even three years later. She understood and respected the fact that Brian wanted to be established in his art before committing himself to marriage.
The time hadn’t passed slowly for her. Her own career had progressed very satisfactorily along the path she had chosen, her father helping her out financially when the chance of running her own agency came along. At the time she had considered the longer hours, the hard work, all worthwhile, the money she made after paying her father