‘They continued to follow the other cab, I’m afraid, guv,’ the man told him apologetically.
Nik frowned at the empty road behind them. ‘Are you sure?’
‘Positive.’
Nik didn’t hesitate. ‘Turn back onto the other road, will you, and see if you can catch them up again?’
While he tried to work out exactly what was going on!
He had assumed, both he and Jinx—after a little persuasion on his part—that the reporter from this morning was following him in the hopes of getting a story, that Jinx’s presence there just happened to be coincidental. But what if they had both been wrong…?
Now that he thought about it, he remembered that the woman who had turned out to be a reporter had already been in the hotel when he’d met Jinx in Reception this morning, sitting in one of the chairs there apparently reading a newspaper.
She had then followed them through to the lounge, again seemingly reading a newspaper as she drank a cup of coffee.
But what if following Nik was only a means to an end, in the hopes that he’d lead the reporter and her photographer to the mysterious author J. I. Watson…?
Something he had undoubtedly done!
CHAPTER EIGHT
JINX heaved a sigh of relief as the taxi pulled in next to the kerb beside her home, so weary now that she didn’t even want to think about—
‘Get out of the cab and go into the house, Jinx! Quickly!’ Nik Prince instructed grimly as he wrenched open the door beside her.
She stared up at him dazedly. Where on earth had he come from? More to the point, how had he got here? If he had been following her again—
‘I don’t have time to explain now, Jinx,’ he muttered impatiently, starting to pull her out of the taxi. ‘Just go inside and lock the door!’
She blinked up at him incredulously as she suddenly found herself out on the pavement beside him. ‘Now just listen here, Nik—’
‘Now, Jinx!’ he rasped, taking her firmly by the shoulders and turning her in the direction of the house.
One glance at the reporter from this morning, the photographer at her side—obviously with a replacement film if the fact that he was focusing the machine on her was any indication—as the two of them hurried across the pavement towards her was enough to send Jinx hurtling in the direction of the house as if the devil were at her heels.
She almost dropped her door key in her hurry to unlock the door, shooting one last frantic glance in Nik’s direction as he stood arguing with the reporter and photographer, before she escaped into the house and closed the door firmly behind her.
Only to lean weakly back against it, breathing heavily, the pounding of her heart sounding loudly in the hallway.
She had thought—hoped!—that things couldn’t get any worse after this morning, but this was worse, so much worse, than anything she could have imagined!
Her home, the privacy she so valued, was now completely violated.
They would have to move again, she realized, get completely away from here. There was no way—
A loud pounding sounded on the door behind her. ‘Open the damned door, Jinx! Now!’ Nik ordered.
As if he had any right to tell her to do anything! As if—
‘For God’s sake, Jinx!’ He rapped loudly on the door again.
She didn’t want to let him in. Didn’t want his presence in her home. Didn’t want to remember his ever having been here. Didn’t—
‘I know you’re there, Jinx—’ his voice was menacingly soft now ‘—so just let me in and we can talk about this.’
Talk? What was there to talk about? Not only had he followed her here, but he had brought a reporter with him.
‘Unless you would rather just leave me alone out here with this reporter?’
Her fingers fumbled with the lock as she turned the knob, suddenly finding herself pushed to one side as the door immediately sprang open and Nik forced his way inside, slamming the door behind him.
Jinx just stared at him, her eyes accusing, her face pale.
‘Don’t look at me like that!’ he growled, closing his eyes briefly before raising his lids to look at her with glittering grey eyes. ‘No matter what you may think, I am not responsible for—for that!’ he told her grimly, moving restlessly away from the door.
Jinx took a step backwards, effectively blocking the hallway, as if to stop him going any further inside. She couldn’t help herself, the move purely instinctive.
‘Jinx…!’ Nik groaned almost pleadingly.
‘You—’ She broke off as a knock sounded on the door behind him, her expression scathing now. ‘Shouldn’t you answer that?’
His eyes glittered angrily. ‘Don’t make this any worse than it already is, Jinx—’
‘Is that possible?’ she snapped, wondering how this nightmare was going to end.
Not only did Nik Prince know where she lived, but a reporter did too!
‘Probably not,’ he conceded. ‘But, I repeat, I am not responsible for bringing that reporter here.’
Of course he was responsible; she certainly hadn’t invited a reporter to her home. If Nik hadn’t followed her—
‘Why did you follow me?’ she accused.
He looked uncomfortable now. ‘You know why,’ he muttered.
Oh, yes, she knew why; Nik had been all too aware that once she left James Stephens’s office none of them—but Nik especially!—would ever see her again.
She shook her head. ‘You’ve only made this so much worse, Nik. Are they ever going to go away?’ She groaned as the knock sounded on the door once again.
‘Not for a while, at least.’ He grimaced, taking a firm hold of her arm. ‘Let’s go somewhere where we can’t hear them—’
‘Let’s not,’ Jinx contradicted, pointedly removing her arm from the hold he had of her. ‘Do you think they managed to get a photograph?’ She frowned at the thought.
He winced. ‘Maybe not…’
‘In other words—yes,’ Jinx sighed. ‘This is such a mess. I don’t know what to do next. I—’ She broke off as the door opened at the end of the hallway.
‘Juliet, is that you, dear?’
She pushed past Nik, smiling brightly as she walked down the hallway to meet her father. He was a tall, spare man, iron-grey hair brushed neatly back, dressed in his familiar tweed suit and checked shirt, but the whole effect was slightly marred by the carpet slippers he was wearing with them. ‘Yes, it’s me, Daddy,’ she confirmed gently. ‘Where is Mrs Holt?’
Her father looked slightly vague. ‘In the kitchen preparing lunch, I think. I—there appears to be someone at the door.’ A frown furrowed his brow as another knock sounded on the door. ‘I—that was quick.’ He smiled enquiringly as he spotted Nik standing just in front of the closed door. ‘How do you do, young man?’ He moved forward to hold out his hand to Nik. ‘I’m Jack Nixon.’
Jinx was dismayed. Nik was an intelligent as well as astute man, and it wouldn’t take him too long to realize in exactly what way her father ‘wasn’t well’…
‘Nik Prince, sir,’ Nik returned respectfully as he shook the other man’s hand, a good thirty years younger than Jinx’s father. ‘I hope we’re