Cat’s mouth tightened. ‘Actually, I pay for my own clothes.’ She frowned. ‘And how do you know I’m at a wedding, anyway?’
He said drily, ‘Well, you’re clearly not dressed for a stroll in the countryside. Besides, I saw cars arriving earlier, done up with flowers and ribbons, plus girl in crinoline with veil looking furious. The usual stuff.’
He paused. ‘So what role are you playing in all this? Matron of honour?’
‘You’re not as observant as you think.’ She held up bare hands in a challenge she immediately regretted. ‘I’m not married.’
‘That doesn’t necessarily follow,’ he returned. ‘Wedding rings might not be politically correct this month.’
She hesitated. ‘I’m simply the bride’s cousin. Just another guest.’ She made a business of looking at her watch. ‘And I really should be getting back now.’
‘Why the sudden haste to go?’ His tone was lazy but his eyes were intent. She could feel them examining her, with all the intimacy of a touch, and felt her throat tighten in mingled alarm and excitement.
‘You wandered down here as if you had all the time in the world,’ he went on.
‘Because,’ Cat said tautly. ‘Things are quite tricky enough back there without me causing offence by staging a disappearing act.’
‘Although you’d like to.’ It was a statement, not a question. ‘So, what’s the problem? Got a secret yen for the groom?’
‘God—no!’ The denial was startled out of her.
‘Well, that came from the heart.’ His mouth slanted into a wry grin. ‘What’s wrong with him?’
Now was the moment to tell him politely it was none of his business and go, thought Cat. Leave immediately, with no looking back.
So how was it she heard herself answering? ‘He plays rugby all winter, cricket all summer, has too much money and a roving eye. Plus he drinks far more than he should, and is already overweight.’
He whistled appreciatively. ‘You paint with words. No wonder the bride was looking so cross. Couldn’t you have done her a favour and produced a just impediment?’
‘I don’t think she’d have thanked me,’ Cat said drily. ‘Even if he has been leering down her best friend’s cleavage all through the reception.’
His brows rose. ‘Have they cut the cake yet? If not, I’d watch what she does with the knife.’
Cat realised her mouth was twitching, and tried to control it. ‘It’s not funny. And I really don’t know why I’ve told you all this, anyway,’ she added frankly.
‘Because you needed someone to talk to,’ he said. ‘And I happened to be here.’
‘Well, it’s very disloyal of me,’ she said. ‘And indiscreet. So, it would be kind of you to—put the whole thing out of your mind.’
‘All duly forgotten,’ he said. ‘Except, of course, for meeting you,’ he added thoughtfully. ‘You can’t really expect me to relegate that to some mental dustbin. That’s too much to ask.’
‘But we haven’t met,’ she said. ‘Not really.’ Oh, God, if he’d only stop looking at her like that. She could feel a languid warmth invading her that had nothing to do with the heat of the day. And instinct told her that it spelled danger—a complication that she didn’t need.
‘It’s just been a chance encounter,’ she continued hastily. ‘And it’s over now, anyway. I—I’m sure you have things to do.’
‘Such as?’
‘Well…’ Cat gave his shirt and jeans a dubious look. ‘You do work here, don’t you?’
‘Among other places,’ he nodded.
‘Then someone’s paying for your time,’ she said. ‘And they might not be too pleased to find you…’ She hesitated, searching for the right word.
‘Loitering?’ he supplied, his eyes glinting mockingly. ‘With intent?’
She bit her lip. ‘Something like that. I—I didn’t think jobs were that easy to come by these days.’
‘That rather depends on the job,’ he told her softly. ‘And whether or not you’re an expert at what you do.’
‘Which, naturally, you are,’ Cat flashed back at him, with more haste than wisdom.
‘I don’t have many complaints.’ He smiled at her slowly, letting her know without equivocation that this conversation had nothing to do with gainful employment.
Cat found herself stifling a gasp as her inner heat went suddenly soaring and her imagination ran momentarily wild. And he, she thought with shock, was as aware of that as she was herself.
‘But it’s good of you to care,’ he added negligently.
She said carefully, as she got her breathing back under control, ‘Actually, I don’t give a damn what you do in your working hours or out of them. But I do wonder what the Durant hotel chain would say if they knew that one of their employees spent part of his working hours—harassing guests?’
His brows lifted. ‘Is that what I’m doing?’ he enquired sardonically. ‘I hadn’t realised. In that case, I’d better leave you in peace and return to my—er—duties, so that you can get back to the party of the century.’ He turned, lifting a casual hand. ‘Have a nice day.’
She was aware of ludicrously mixed feelings as he walked away. Yes, she’d found him both attractive and quite unbelievably unsettling, making it essential for the encounter to be brought to a brisk end before she said or did something genuinely stupid, but had it really been necessary to go into uptight bitch mode instead?
Maybe, she thought wryly, because I know that at any other time or place I could have been very seriously tempted.
But now I have to get back to the reception and check that it hasn’t descended into open warfare.
She made to turn and nearly overbalanced, arms flailing, as she realised, too late, that the slender high heel of one strappy turquoise sandal was stuck firmly in the mud.
Oh, God, she groaned inwardly, this is all I need.
She tried desperately to wriggle it free, but it wouldn’t budge, and now her other heel appeared to be sinking too.
Of course she could always slip her feet out of her shoes and tiptoe to firmer ground, but it would be only too easy to slip.
And with her luck…
What she actually needed, she realised reluctantly, was assistance.
There was only one person in earshot who could provide that, and he was now some fifty yards away, and moving fast.
She put her hands to her mouth. ‘Hey,’ she called. ‘Could you come back, please? I—I need help.’
He swung round and looked at her, and for one awful moment she was convinced he was simply going to shrug and walk on, leaving her there, stranded. Which, of course, would be the perfect revenge, she thought, simmering.
But then he began to make his way back, without particular hurry. He paused a few feet away, watching her, poker-faced. ‘Having trouble?’
‘As you see.’ Cat bit her lip. ‘And, yes, you warned me, so I only have myself to blame. But could you get me out of here, just the same?’ She paused, waiting in vain for some move on his part—even some softening of his expression. Then added with some difficulty, ‘Please?’
‘I’d be delighted.’ He walked over