Ice In His Veins

by Carole Mortimer

  Jason laughed softly. ‘Leash your claws, little girl,’ he advised softly. ‘My dinner with Claire was exactly what I said it was—business.’

  ‘Oh yes?’ she scorned, her golden eyes disbelieving.

  ‘Yes,’ he nodded. ‘Claire works for me.’

  Her eyes widened. ‘For you?’

  ‘I own the magazine she runs.’

  ‘Oh!’ She couldn’t deny that this information had taken her by surprise, but really she ought to have made the connection herself. ‘I see. But would Isobel Morton see your—dinner in the same light?’ she enquired sweetly.

  His mouth tightened into a thin line. ‘Meaning?’

  ‘Oh, I’m sure you know what I mean, Mr Earle.’

  ‘No, you tell me.’

  Eden shrugged. ‘It’s public knowledge that you’re going to marry my father’s widow.’

  ‘Is it now?’ he queried softly.

  ‘Oh yes. Do you think she would approve of you seeing Claire?’

  ‘Do you intend telling her?’

  ‘Me?’ She couldn’t hide her surprise. ‘Why should I tell her, I’ve never met her and already I dislike her. She broke up my parents’ marriage, she and my grandfather. Besides, it’s nothing to do with me.’

  ‘I couldn’t agree more,’ he said grimly, his arms tightening painfully about her waist and so pulling her closer to the hard strength of his body. ‘I consider my private life none of your business.’

  ‘But you do intend marrying Isobel Morton?’ She wished he would let her go. The music had changed twice since they had come on to the dance floor and she could see Tim giving them anxious looks. And as for Claire…!

  ‘I may be,’ he agreed tightly.

  ‘Does Claire know about that?’

  He raised dark eyebrows. ‘Are you by any chance threatening me?’

  Eden opened wide innocent eyes. ‘Threatening you? I have no idea what you mean, Mr Earle.’

  ‘Oh, I think you do, Eden,’ his voice was icy. ‘I don’t react well to threats.’

  Her laugh wasn’t quite as confident as she would have liked it to be. ‘I think you’ve misunderstood me, Mr Earle. I merely wondered if Claire knew you were shortly to be married.’

  ‘I’m well aware of what you wondered,’ he snapped. ‘And although I may have been a friend of Isobel’s for some time now there’ve been no definite wedding plans made, no matter what may or may not be public knowledge,’ he added mockingly. ‘Tell me, why didn’t you just come right out and tell Tim and Claire that you know me?’

  ‘Why didn’t you?’

  He shrugged. ‘I took my cue from you. You didn’t seem to want them to know.’

  ‘I didn’t see the point, as I have no intention of going to see my grandfather. But don’t worry, Mr Earle, I won’t tell Claire about your other—friend.’

  ‘Claire knows about Isobel,’ he told her coldly. ‘I’ve never made her any promises concerning our own relationship.’

  ‘I don’t suppose you need to—the poor woman worships you,’ she said disgustedly. ‘I find it quite nauseating to watch.’

  ‘Then don’t,’ he advised abruptly.

  ‘It’s a little hard not to.’ She moved out of his arms. ‘Shall we go back to the table, Mr Earle, now that you’ve assured yourself that I don’t intend making things awkward for you?’

  ‘You can make things as awkward as you want, Eden, or attempt to. I don’t think Claire would be particularly bothered by anything you have to say. But I do think we should return to the table, we’ve said all we want to say to each other—for the moment.’

  ‘Does that mean I can be excused having dinner with you tomorrow?’

  Jason’s mouth thinned angrily. ‘You make it sound as if I forced you into the arrangement.’

  ‘And didn’t you?’ she challenged.

  ‘I don’t think so,’ he met that challenge unflinchingly. ‘I think you’re under a misapprehension concerning this proposed visit to your grandfather. Quite frankly I couldn’t give a damn whether you go to England or not. I promised your grandfather that I would see you and suggest it to you, as far as I’m concerned I’ve done that.’

  ‘So you feel your obligation to my grandfather is fulfilled?’

  ‘I’m not under obligation to your grandfather! I was coming to New York on business and so I—’

  ‘Decided to do an old man a favour,’ she finished.

  ‘Yes.’ He took her arm and almost dragged her back to the table.

  ‘I thought you were never coming back.’ Tim leant forward to kiss her lightly on the nose as Eden sat down next to him.

  She raised her face for his kiss, ignoring the mockery clearly visible in watching grey eyes. ‘Mr Earle thought it best to get all our duty dances over in one go,’ she said rudely, hitting out at the man who unnerved her with just a look.

  Tim looked surprised by her outburst. ‘I—’

  Eden laughed lightly at his expression. ‘Only teasing, Tim. Mr Earle and I were talking and forgot the passing of the time.’

  ‘Yes.’ Jason relaxed back in his chair, his arm thrown casually across Claire’s shoulders. ‘We were discussing the fact that Eden is David’s granddaughter.’

  Claire frowned. ‘David Morton?’

  ‘Mm,’ he nodded.

  ‘Then she’s—’

  ‘Graham Morton’s child by his first marriage.’

  ‘I see,’ Claire said tightly.

  Eden wished she did. She hadn’t for one moment thought Jason Earle would blatantly admit to them knowing each other, although perhaps she should have realised what he would do—hadn’t his eyes promised punishment earlier tonight when she had been disparaging about his age? That Claire knew who David Morton, and consequently Isobel Morton, were, was obvious, although Tim looked a little puzzled by the conversation.

  ‘I don’t understand.’ He looked at the two of them. ‘Did you know each other before today?’

  ‘Not before today, no,’ Jason answered.

  ‘How strange that you should meet through Tim and me,’ Claire said softly.

  ‘But we didn’t,’ once again Jason answered for them both. ‘I called on Eden and her parents earlier this evening.’

  Claire’s blue eyes passed calculatingly over the two of them, the dreamy glow she had had all evening slowly evaporating. ‘Why didn’t you tell us that when Tim introduced you?’

  Jason shrugged. ‘There was nothing to tell.’

  Tim still looked puzzled. ‘I still don’t understand the relationship. I thought Drew was your father.’

  ‘Stepfather,’ Eden corrected him. ‘Don’t look so surprised, Tim,’ she gave a light laugh. ‘Divorce and remarriage are quite common nowadays.’

  ‘But I—I didn’t know. I always thought Drew…’

  ‘He’s the only father I’ve ever known or wanted,’ she said harshly. ‘I don’t go about broadcasting the fact that my real father was a weak man who was ruled by his own father, that he—’

  ‘That’s enough, Eden,’ Jason cut in. ‘It isn’t necessary to go into all the details of your parents’ breakdown of marriage.’

  ‘No! Because if I did that your precious Isobel might come under fire.’

  ‘I believe we’ve already dealt with my relationship to Isobel,’ he warned harshly.

  ‘Well,’ Tim broke the awkward silence, ‘this is a—a—’

  ‘Surprise?’ Eden finished sweetly. ‘Yes, isn’t it? Mr Earle and I were quite bowled over by the surprise of it all. He was the last person I expected to see here this evening.’ Especially with Claire Channing.

  ‘Let’s dance, Jason,’ Claire suggested, almost sighing her relief when he complied.

  Eden studied the bottom of her glass until they were safely away from the table. The last thing she had wanted was to have an argument with Jason Earle in front of the Channings, but he had put her in an awkward position by mentioning her grandfather, forcing her into explanations she would rather not have given, to Tim or
anyone else.

  ‘Why didn’t you tell me you knew Jason?’ Tim hissed angrily. ‘I felt a damned fool just now when he told us.’

  ‘How could I tell you? I didn’t know he was Claire’s mysterious lover.’

  ‘But later, when I introduced you,’ he insisted.

  She slammed her glass down. ‘I was embarrassed, especially after what you’d told me about Claire and him.’

  ‘Hell, yes! I’m sorry,’ he reached for her hand, smoothing his thumb over her skin. ‘I had no idea he was almost related to you.’

  Her head flicked back defiantly. ‘He isn’t,’ she snapped. ‘Isobel Morton is no relation of mine! And I hardly know Jason Earle. He just called briefly on my parents earlier.’

  ‘But everyone knows Jason Earle.’

  ‘Of him,’ she corrected. ‘Can we leave, Tim?’ She put a hand up to her temple. ‘I have a headache,’ she lied. ‘Besides, I’m not enjoying myself, not with him here.’

  ‘You should have explained to me earlier,’ he chided gently. ‘I know Jason is seeing Isobel Morton in England, and if you’d just told me the connection,’ he shrugged, ‘I would have understood and got you out of here.’

  ‘Can we leave now?’ she persisted.

  ‘We’ll make our excuses once they get back.’

  ‘They’ll probably be relieved to see me go.’ Eden attempted a smile.

  The smile faded from her lips as she looked up to meet taunting grey eyes. Her mouth tightened resentfully as she met that gaze defiantly, although it was finally her gaze that dropped and turned away. There was something about Jason Earle that tied her up in knots and brought out the worst in her. But she didn’t know what it was.

  Tim stood up. ‘I hope you don’t mind if we leave now,’ he said with a smile. ‘Eden has a headache.’

  ‘Really?’ Jason Earle obviously didn’t believe this for one minute. ‘Then perhaps we should all leave.’

  ‘Oh no—please,’ Eden protested sharply. ‘I don’t want to break up your evening. Tim is just going to drive me home.’

  ‘Oh, do let’s stay, Jason,’ Claire’s hand rested lightly on his thigh as he sat next to her. ‘We only have this evening together. I think it’s very mean of you to make a business appointment for tomorrow evening. No one works on a Sunday,’ she pouted.

  Eden had looked at him sharply on hearing Claire’s words. So Jason had told her he had a business meeting tomorrow evening, had he? Now was her chance to hit back at him for his earlier disclosure. And yet one look at his face told her that was exactly what he expected her to do. Well, she wouldn’t give him that satisfaction!

  ‘I understand you’re only here for a couple of days, Mr Earle,’ she enquired politely.

  He nodded distantly. ‘I leave Monday morning.’

  She raised her eyebrows. ‘So soon?’

  ‘My business should be completed by then.’

  ‘But surely America has other—attractions?’

  ‘Possibly.’

  Claire smiled up at him. ‘It holds me, doesn’t it, darling?’ she purred. Her hard blue eyes flashed to Eden. ‘I’m sure Mrs Morton would understand that I only borrow Jason occasionally.’

  ‘Would she?’ Eden returned softly.

  ‘Oh, I’m sure she would. I wouldn’t mind in her position.’

  ‘No, I don’t suppose you would.’ Eden didn’t like bitching with Claire. They had nothing in common, but they were usually polite to each other. It was Jason Earle again, causing unnecessary friction. ‘And I really couldn’t care whether Mrs Morton would mind or not. I don’t owe her any favours.’

  ‘Shall we go, honey?’ Tim lightly touched her arm.

  She gave him a bright smile. Poor Tim, he thought she was going to get into another argument. ‘Yes, let’s. Goodnight, Claire, Mr Earle.’

  ‘Until tomorrow, Eden,’ came Jason Earle’s parting shot.

  ‘Goodnight,’ she repeated hurriedly, taking hold of Tim’s arm and pulling him away. She would meet Jason Earle for dinner tomorrow if only to tell him what she thought of him! He had taken malicious satisfaction in that last comment.

  Tim hung back. ‘What did he mean by that?’ he demanded to know. ‘Are you seeing him tomorrow?’

  She sighed. ‘Wait until we get outside, Tim.’

  ‘But—’

  ‘Outside, Tim,’ she pleaded.

  He gave in reluctantly and she could see he was very annoyed. And she couldn’t blame him for feeling that way, she was angry herself.

  ‘Now,’ he turned to her in the warm confines of the car, ‘what did he mean?’

  ‘I’m having dinner with him tomorrow.’

  ‘With Jason?’

  She couldn’t meet the accusation in his eyes. ‘Yes.’

  ‘But why?’ he frowned. ‘You aren’t dating him too, are you?’

  ‘Certainly not,’ she denied indignantly. ‘I would have thought it was obvious that I can’t stand the man. He wants to talk to me about my grandfather, try to persuade me to go and see him.’

  ‘I see. I just didn’t realise Drew was your stepfather.’

  Eden’s mouth tightened, anger in her golden eyes. ‘As far as I’m concerned he’s my father. My real father gave up any right he had to expect anything from me when he divorced my mother and married Isobel Dean, and made no effort to see me after his remarriage.’

  ‘Perhaps he thought you would be better off with your mother,’ he pointed out reasonably.

  ‘Perhaps he did, and he was right. But that didn’t mean he had to give me up completely. The agreement was that he had access to me any time he wanted. I don’t ever remember seeing him, or my grandfather.’

  ‘But surely—’

  ‘There can be no excuse for what he did, Tim,’ she interrupted tightly. ‘And I despise my grandfather even more for the way he manipulated my father.’

  ‘I take it Jason is going to try and make you change your mind about seeing him.’

  She shrugged. ‘He can try, although I don’t think he’ll bother. He’s already told me he’s only doing this as a favour to my grandfather.’

  Tim started up the car, manoeuvring out into the traffic. ‘You have to admit this evening was quite funny in a way,’ he gave a wry chuckle.

  ‘I’m glad you think so!’ She tried to sound angry, but somehow the humour of the situation reached her too. ‘You should have seen his face when he saw I was your date! Although I must say he recovered from it well.’

  ‘He must have done, I didn’t notice anything was wrong.’

  ‘You wouldn’t with a man like him.’ She sobered, her dislike back in full force.

  Tim gave her a searching glance. ‘Why don’t you like him? Is it because he’s going to marry Isobel Morton?’

  ‘If Isobel is anything like I think she is then he deserves her,’ Eden snapped. ‘But I dislike him because he’s arrogant, egotistical, superior in every way. He’s just everything I despise in a man. His relationship with your sister while he intends marrying another woman is enough to prove what sort of man he is. I’m sorry, Tim, but I just don’t like him. He’s too sure of himself and other people’s reaction to him.’

  ‘Including your own?’

  ‘My dislike doesn’t bother him, in fact, he probably enjoys it. He enjoys tormenting me, anyway,’ she grimaced.

  ‘Tormenting you?’ Tim repeated sharply.

  ‘Well, teasing me, then. Oh, let’s not talk about him any more, Tim. He depresses me.’

  ‘How’s your headache?’ asked Tim.

  ‘Gone,’ she blushed.

  ‘You didn’t really have one, did you?’

  ‘No,’ she admitted.

  ‘I didn’t think so.’

  ‘I don’t suppose they thought I had either. But if I’d stayed there with him much longer I might have resorted to actually hitting the man.’ She shrugged. ‘What does it matter, they wanted to be alone and so did we.’

  Tim smiled. ‘It doesn’t matter to me. If I’m not going to se
e you tomorrow I’ll have to make the most of tonight.’

  ‘I don’t want to have dinner with him. I can’t see the point of it when I’ve already made up my mind.’

  ‘I don’t suppose it will hurt to listen to him.’

  ‘Probably not.’ She grinned. ‘I’ll get a nice dinner out of him anyway.’

  Tim halted the car outside her parents’ house. ‘Can I come in for coffee?’

  Eden got out on to the sidewalk. ‘You don’t normally need to be asked.’

  ‘Great,’ he smiled, locking the car.

  Eden moved about the kitchen preparing their coffee, the staff having finished for the day. Her mother and Drew weren’t back yet, so she and Tim had the house to themselves. Tim came into the kitchen just as she was placing the pot of coffee on the tray.

  ‘What are you smiling at?’ she frowned her puzzlement as he stood watching her with a silly grin on his face.

  He leant back against the refrigerator, his arms folded across his chest. ‘I love to see women working in the kitchen.’

  ‘Chauvinist!’ She carried the tray into the lounge, sitting down to pour their coffee.

  ‘Not at all.’ Tim accepted a cup of the steaming liquid. ‘I’ve never seen my mother or Claire in a kitchen. I find it very comforting.’

  Eden sat back, tucking her legs up beneath her. ‘I don’t suppose your mother or sister have ever found it necessary to go into the kitchen, you have more servants than family in your house.’ Despite her family not being exactly in the poverty bracket themselves, Eden had been a little overwhelmed by the unpretentious show of wealth in Tim’s parents’ home.

  Mrs Channing had welcomed her with all the gracious politeness that had been bred into her, but Eden had still felt out of her depth among such opulence. The Channing house was set among the rolling acres that made up their estate. Eden had felt her first sense of apprehension as Tim drove the car down the long driveway, the security of getting into the ranch-style house quite frightening.

  Tim’s mother had fitted into the luxury of her background perfectly, coming as she did from an old Southern family. The silk dress was tailored to her slim figure, her grey hair perfectly coiffured, making Eden feel quite underdressed in her fitted lemon trousers and matching shirt. Although not by the flicker of an eyelid did Mrs Channing show that she approved or disapproved of her guest’s appearance.