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قديم 09-05-07, 09:40 AM   المشاركة رقم: 12
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CHAPTER THREE
"You want an explanation! You want to know why I'm using your name! A name I have 'no right to!' You've got very arrogant since you exchanged Alcolar for Anderson!"
"If you mean I don't bow and scrape to the lady of the manor anymore," Alex tossed back, "I don't do that for anyone. So are you going to explain why you're suddenly claiming to be my wife?"
"I told you…"
Alex's wide, sensual mouth twisted cynically as his gray eyes flicked over her dismissively.
"You told me, 'nothing's going on.'"
Then, just as Louise nerved herself for more, he suddenly shocked her totally by switching on a smile. But it was a smile that was totally lacking in warmth; his eyes were shards of ice.
"Okay," he said. "If that's the way you want it…"
And to Louise's horror he turned and headed straight for the door.
Would she let him go? he wondered. Or would she weaken and call him back? He had seen the shadows in her eyes and wondered privately just what had put them there.
Another step or two and his fingers had closed over the door handle. Turned it.
Behind him he heard Louise draw in a deep, raw-edged sigh and let it out again in a despondent rush.
"Alex. Please…I — I need your help."
* * *
"Where exactly are we going?"
Alex's patience was rapidly wearing thin. When Louise had admitted that she needed his help, he had thought that at last they were getting somewhere. But she hadn't explained a thing. Instead she had snatched a coat from the hook in the hall, told him to come with her and headed out into the biting wind and threatening rain of a January afternoon.
"You'll see when we get there."
All right, let her be mysterious. He didn't have to stick around if it didn't suit him. But this journey was bringing back memories. Memories that told him they were heading for the manor house.
He'd walked this way often enough in his youth. The journey from the village had been one he had made almost every day when he'd worked in the gardens there and his mother had been the housekeeper.
But of course he'd made the journey with Louise at his side. Their brief, passionate relationship had had to be conducted in secret, for fear that her parents might find out.
"Is this car really yours?"
Louise knew she was only speaking to fill the awkward silence. She was sharply, disturbingly aware of Alex's size and strength beside her in the confined space. The rangy youth she had known had grown into a powerful and intensely masculine man. The wild wind outside had tossed his black hair over his forehead and tiny diamonds of raindrops sparkled in the jet-dark strands.
"Well, I certainly didn't steal it if that's what you're thinking."
"I never thought any such thing!"
But her conscience told her that she had only herself to blame for the cynical dig.
"I should have trusted you," she blurted out before her courage deserted her.
"What?"
Louise snatched in a sharp, calming breath, trying to suppress the million butterflies that had suddenly started beating frantic wings deep inside her stomach.
"I should have known that you wouldn't have stolen my stepmother's jewelry."
She should have listened to her heart instead of her head.
But wasn't the truth that her weak, foolish heart had been totally untrustworthy, too? Her heart had told her that in Alex she had found the love of her life, the man with whom she wanted to spend all her tomorrows. But he had had what he'd wanted from her and then he'd turned his back on her.
She should have realized what was coming that morning — the morning after he'd taken her virginity — when she'd woken up and found herself alone. What was it he had said when she'd gone to him to try to tell him about the baby?
"It was fun, darling — but not that special." And then he'd left. He'd gone to live his new life in Spain, and he hadn't spared her a single thought.
"Melissa was spitting nails, as I remember."
Alex's casual tone belied the tautness of his jaw, the way that every hard line of his profile was pulled tight over his stunning bone structure. Louise's lack of faith in him had been a betrayal that had savaged his soul.
"I think she was truly disappointed to discover that it was Thornton who actually had all her diamonds."
He steered the car carefully around an awkward bend.
"So where is she now?"
Louise shifted awkwardly on the soft leather seat, the movement bringing a wave of soft, floral scent that stirred his senses cruelly. His hands tightened on the steering wheel.
"In Australia. She married again soon after my father died."
"Yes, I heard about that. I'm sorry. "
"It was very sudden. A heart attack."
"That must have been hard on you."
Louise managed a mumble that might have been an agreement. Her father's death had been a terrible shock, but she hadn't been prepared for the problems that had followed after it. She hadn't really had time to mourn him before her world had collapsed around her.
"Turn here," she said, as much to distract herself as to direct him.
"I gathered this was — What the hell…?"
Alex slammed on the brakes with nothing like his usual care or skill. As soon as the car had come to a halt he was out of the car and standing, staring around him in disbelief and confusion.
The big old house that had once been so loved and cared for now stood empty and neglected. The ivy that climbed up one wall was overgrown and wild, as were the lawns that edged the gravelled driveway. Weeds poked up from every flowerbed, and the rose garden that had once been Louise's father's pride and joy was just a tangle of withered blooms and unpruned branches.
But what shocked him most of all was the large, roughly painted sign: Private property. Keep out! Trespassers will be prosecuted.
"What happened here?"
Louise got out of the car and came to stand beside him, looking very vulnerable and lost as she huddled into her coat.
"Geoff Thornton happened," she said miserably. "When he got out of prison he came back here."
"And?" Alex prompted harshly, because there had to be an and
"And he managed to make some money — legal or not, I don't know. He set himself up in a casino."
Her hazel eyes, sheening with unshed tears, slid to the desolation of the old house, and Alex thought he understood.
"And your father —"
"No!" she interrupted him, shaking her head emphatically so that her soft brown hair flew around her pale face. "Not my father — Melissa. My stepmother got hooked on gambling. She lost — heavily. My father found out and paid her debts once and she promised it wouldn't happen again."
"But it did?"
"Yes." It was low and miserable. "It happened again. Much worse this time. She lost a fortune, and Geoff Thornton wanted his money. I think it was the shock of the demand that brought on the heart attack that killed my father. She'd lost everything. There was no way we could repay him except…"
"Except by letting him have the manor?"
"Yes. And he didn't even want it to live in. He just let it go to rack and ruin. I think he just wanted to have his revenge on us for putting him in prison that time."
But Alex wasn't listening. He was fighting the red haze of fury that was raging inside his thoughts, destroying his ability to think.
The house that had been in the Browning family for centuries. Louise had always loved the manor. She had once said that she would do anything to keep it.
Anything.
Including claiming to be married to him?
She hadn't thought him worthy to be with her before. But now that he was rich and could afford a house like this.…
He felt sick — furious — used.
"This help you need, querida…does it involve saving the ancestral family home?"
It involved much more than that. She had had such dreams for the manor.… But she didn't dare to tell him the rest.
"Yes it does," she said hesitantly.
"And what do I get in return?"
Louise swallowed hard, forcing herself to meet the darkness in his eyes.
"Anything," she croaked. "Just ask. If I can manage it, I'll do it. What did you have in mind?"
Alex's smile was cold as the sleet-laden wind that swirled around them.
"Oh, I'm sure that I'll think of something."

 
 

 

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قديم 09-05-07, 10:19 PM   المشاركة رقم: 13
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CHAPTER FOUR
Alex drew his car to a halt outside the cottage and sat for a moment, scowling through the windshield at the other vehicle already parked outside Louise's cottage.
Someone had got here before him, and he wasn't in the mood for polite conversation. There were questions he wanted answers to — and fast. And they weren't the sort of questions he wanted to discuss in front of anyone else.
For a moment or two he considered turning around and driving away again, but then he changed his mind. He wanted this business over and done with as soon as possible.
Done with? Face it, he told himself as he got out of the car and slammed the door behind him. Nothing about Louise had ever been "done with."
He might have thought that he had been "over" her when he had left the village and gone to live in Spain, but he had been deluding himself to believe so. And coming back here had just proved it.
In five minutes flat she had got under his skin as strongly as ever, and he had been forced to admit that nothing had died. Seeing her had simply revived all the hunger that he had felt when he had known her before. Revived it so strongly that he spent his nights enduring wild, erotic dreams about her, waking up hard and aching. And when he was with her he felt as if he had lost all the years in between, being once more reduced to the yearning, lustful state of the nineteen-year-old he had been when he had first met her.
That was why he was here now.
He had told himself that now that he knew exactly what Louise wanted from him, he would pack his bags and get out of there — fast. All she saw him as was a wealthy man who could restore her precious manor — and along with it the status of the Browning family — to its former glory. So was he going to let himself be used like that?
No way!
At least that was what he had told himself three days ago. He was getting on the next plane back to Spain and…
And here he was at Louise's front door again.
He had cursed his stupidity, told himself he was every sort of a fool. But he hadn't been able to get Louise Browning out of his mind in eight long years, and he might as well face the fact that he wasn't going to be able to do it now.
The door was slightly ajar, and as he raised his hand to knock he heard the sound of raised voices from inside the cottage.
"But I told you…"
"I know what you told me, darling, but it just wasn't true, was it?"
Louise's light tones and another, rougher, very masculine voice that he recognized instantly even after the length of time since he had heard it.
The man he had once thought his friend, but who had proved himself to be the exact opposite.
"Can't you give me another few days?"
Louise looked up into the disturbingly cold face of the man before her, quailing inside as she saw the ruthless cruelty stamped on it.
"You've had all the days you're getting! You pay by the end of the month or else."
"But I told you —"
Three days ago she had hoped…but since then she hadn't seen or heard from Alex, and the one tiny chance of a solution that she had had seemed to have shrivelled into ashes, like paper in a flame, disintegrating totally.
"Oh, I know what you said, darling. You made some ridiculous claim about being married — to Alex Alcolar, of all people! He'd sort this all out, you said. And quite frankly, I don't believe a word of it. If Alex is going to come riding to your rescue like a knight on a white charger, then he'd be here by now."
"You told him! You wrote that letter!"
"I wrote — but nothing happened. If he's your husband, as you claim, then where the hell is he?"
"Here."
The single word came from behind them both, making Thornton spin round in shock, a violent curse escaping his lips. Louise couldn't even manage that much. Though her mouth opened, no sound came out.
"Sorry I'm late, querida...."
Alex moved swiftly into the room, bypassing Thornton with only a coolly disdainful glance. Coming to Louise's side, he stunned her even further by dropping a swift, totally unexpected kiss onto her vulnerable mouth.
"I had a last-minute phone call just as I was leaving."
If she had been capable of thinking of any reply, that kiss drove it totally from her mind. That and the use of that word, querida, along with the apparently genuine warmth in his tone made her head spin in disbelief. When he moved to her side and slid a strong arm around her waist, she welcomed its support with gratitude, her legs suddenly feeling weak as cotton wool beneath her.
"So —"
At last he turned and surveyed the man before him, slate-gray gaze cold and impenetrable.
"Shall we get down to business?"
"Alex…" Louise tried, but he silenced her with a smile and a swift shake of his head.
"No, amada…"
The softness of the words was threaded through with unyielding steel. A steel that was matched by the warning flash of those dark eyes, cautioning her not to overstep the invisible line he'd laid down.
"We agreed. I would deal with this. You can leave it to me. What I would like you to do is to make me a coffee. I'm parched.…"
The none-too-subtle push he gave her left her no option but to head for the kitchen as he wanted. Any attempt to disobey would only result in an undignified struggle; one Alex would undoubtedly win with ease. So she gave in — for now.
She even made herself fill the kettle and switch it on. But the water boiled totally ignored as she struggled to listen to what was happening in the dining room.
The thickness of the door and the space of the hall between them blocked the words, so that all she could hear was the indistinct murmur of the two different voices, Thornton's loud and blustering, Alex's smooth and totally impassive. Louise found that she was clenching her hands tight in an attack of nerves, nails digging into her palms.
And then just as she thought she couldn't bear it any longer, she heard the front door open and close on a loud and obviously angry slam. The next moment a car roared into life and sped away down the lane.
Alex or Thornton?
A swift glance out of the window gave her the answer. Alex's car was still parked opposite the cottage.
A rush of feeling swamped her, but even she couldn't have said whether it was relief or the opposite. Alex had got rid of Thornton, it seemed — but did that mean that she could say goodbye to all her problems, only to welcome in a whole new set of difficulties?
The phrase "out of the frying pan and into the fire" sounded ominously inside her head as she forced her reluctant feet across the hallway to the dining room.
Alex was standing by the big open fireplace, staring down into the flames, a brooding expression on his stunning face. But he swung round as he heard the door open and Louise hesitated on the threshold.
"He's gone," he said, anticipating her question. "And he won't be back."
"Can you be sure? How do you know —"
"I know," Alex broke in curtly. "He's had all the money that he's getting out of me, and I made it clear that if he tried anything again there was plenty of information that I could hand over to the police — information that could put him back inside if I chose to reveal it. Yes, you can be sure he's gone."
But that's wonderful!"
Impulsively she took a couple of steps forward, her hands coming out — then froze as she looked into his handsome face and saw the blank, opaque look in his eyes.
"He's gone," he repeated. "You're clear of him. Now you'll have to deal with me."

 
 

 

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قديم 10-05-07, 12:49 AM   المشاركة رقم: 14
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   فعلا في شبه أنا ماقريت رواية من يطفئ الحنين لسه بس من الملخص في تشابه أتمنى تعجبكي هذي الروايه وتستمتعين فيها لأنها عن جد رووووووعه وأنا شهادتي مجروحه في المؤلفة لأني أحب رواياتها

فعلاً شكل القصه حلوه رغم أني ماقريتها لسى وعلى فكره أنصحك تقرين " من يطفئ الحنين " الروايه رووووووووووووووووووعه من أفضل روايات ساره كريفن بأحلام.

 
 

 

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