Handsome? She supposed he was. She just had more reason to fear him—fear him realising who she was—than she had to find him attractive. Although it was obvious from Paula’s appreciative grin that she too had found Gabriel Vaughan “handsome”.
“Looks are only skin-deep,” Jane dismissed sharply, feeling her strength slowly returning. “And underneath those trappings of civilisation—” there was no denying how dazzlingly attractive Gabriel Vaughan had looked in his dinner suit, or the charm of his manner “—Gabriel Vaughan is a piranha!”
Paula made a face at her vehemence. “He seemed rather taken with you,” she said speculatively.
Jane gave a derisive smile. “Men like him are not ‘taken’ with the hired help! Now, it’s time you two went off home to your husbands,” she added teasingly as she stood up. “I can deal with what’s left here.”
In fact, she was glad of the time alone once the two women had left for home. She could almost convince herself, as she pottered about the kitchen putting dishes away, that everything was once again back to normal, that the encounter with Gabriel Vaughan had never happened. Almost…
But there was absolutely no reason for their paths to cross again. Lightning really didn’t strike twice in the same place, did it? Of course it didn’t! Just as having Gabriel Vaughan enter her life once again wouldn’t happen…
EVERYTHING was cleared away, the last guest having taken their leave, when Felicity came back into the kitchen half an hour later. And she looked so happy, so vastly different from the worried woman Jane had spent the afternoon with, that Jane didn’t have the heart to tell her of her earlier misgivings about the evening having been quite the success Felicity obviously considered it had been. The other woman would no doubt find that out for herself soon enough. After Gabriel Vaughan’s meeting with Richard, no doubt!
“I can’t thank you enough, Jane.” She smiled, looking tired, the evening obviously having been more of a strain than it had earlier appeared. “I don’t know how I would have managed without you.”
“You would have been just fine,” Jane said with certainty; Richard Warner obviously had a treasure in his young wife.
“I’m not so sure.” The other woman grimaced. “But tomorrow will tell if it was all worth it!”
It certainly would! And Jane really hoped this nice couple weren’t in for a deep disappointment. Although, given what she knew of Gabriel Vaughan, it didn’t auger well…
Felicity yawned tiredly. “I think I’ll go up to bed. Richard’s just bringing through the last of the glasses. But leave them, Jane,” she insisted firmly. “You must be much more tired than I am—and I’m staggering!” She walked to the kitchen door. “Please go home, Jane,” she added with another yawn, turning before leaving the room. “By the way, you made a definite hit this evening.” She raised auburn brows pointedly. “Gabe was very interested.”
Jane forced herself to once again remain outwardly composed, revealing none of her inner panic. “How interested?” she drawled lightly.
“Very.” Felicity smiled knowingly. “I shouldn’t be at all surprised if you and he meet again.”
She drew her breath in sharply. “And what makes you think that?” she prompted tautly, still managing to keep a tight control over her nerves. Although it was becoming increasingly difficult to do so, the longer they discussed Gabriel Vaughan!
Surely he hadn’t continued to be curious about her once he and Felicity had returned to the dinner party? There had been two other couples present, and Richard’s recently divorced sister had been included to make up the eight; and Jane certainly didn’t think any of them would have been interested in listening to a conversation about the caterer!
“Well, he— Ah, Richard,” Felicity moved aside so that her husband could enter the kitchen to put down the glasses. “I was just telling Jane that I’m sure she and Gabe are going to meet again,” she said archly.
Richard shot an affectionate smile at his wife. He was in his early thirties, tall and blond, with young Robert Redford good looks, and had a perfect partner in his vivacious wife. “Stop your matchmaking, darling. I’m sure Jane and Gabe are more than capable of making their own arrangements. If necessary,” he added with a rueful glance at Jane.
“It never hurts to give these things a helping hand.” Felicity gave another tired yawn.
“Will you please go to bed, Fliss?” her husband said firmly. “I’ll just see Jane out, and then I’ll join you,” he promised.
And Jane wanted to leave; of that there was no doubt. But she had felt a chill inside her at Felicity’s last statement. What had the other woman done to give a “helping hand”?
“Okay,” Felicity concurred sleepily. “And I do thank you so much for doing this for us at such short notice, Jane. You’ve been wonderful!”
“My pleasure,” she dismissed lightly. “But I can’t help but feel curious as to why you should think Mr Vaughan and myself will meet again,” she persisted.
“Because he asked for your business card, darling,” the other woman supplied happily. “He said it was so that he could call you when he gave his next dinner party, but I have a feeling you’ll hear from him much sooner than that! Don’t be too long, darling.” She smiled glowingly at her husband before finally going upstairs to their bedroom.
“I’m sorry about all that nonsense, Jane,” Richard said distractedly, running agitated fingers through the thickness of his blond hair. “Fliss has been so worried these last few weeks, and that isn’t good for her in early pregnancy. But take it from me: Gabe Vaughan is the last man you should become involved with,” he added grimly. “He would gobble you up and spit you out again before you had a chance to say no!”
Gabriel Vaughan was the last man she ever would become involved with!
She had been frozen into immobility since Felicity’s announcement of having given Gabriel Vaughan her business card, but she moved now, hurriedly putting on her jacket. “I didn’t realise Felicity was pregnant,” she said slowly. The other woman was so slim and elegant, the pregnancy certainly couldn’t be very far along yet, and Felicity hadn’t mentioned it. She had no doubt this happily married couple were pleased about the baby, but at the same time she realised it had probably happened at a bad time for them, what with the uncertainty about Richard’s business.
“Only just.” Richard gave what looked like a strained smile. “Felicity is longing to give me a son. Although at this rate there will be no business for him to grow up and take over!” he added bleakly. He shook his head self-derisively. “Much as I also appreciate all that you’ve done this evening, Jane, unlike Felicity I think it’s going to take a little more than an exceptional meal to convince Gabriel Vaughan that my company is worth saving rather than being gathered up into his vast, faceless business pool!”
Jane was inclined to agree with him. From what she knew of the ruthless American, he wasn’t into “saving” companies, only taking them over completely!
She certainly didn’t envy Richard Warner his meeting with the older man tomorrow!
She reached out to squeeze his arm understandingly. “I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you,” she told him softly before straightening. “Now I have to be on my way—and I think you should go upstairs and give your lovely wife a hug! There’s a lot to be said for having a loyal wife and a beautiful family like you have, you know,” she added gently, having no doubts that Felicity would stand by her husband, no matter what the outcome of his meeting with Gabriel Vaughan.
Richard looked at her blankly for several seconds, and then he laughed softly. “How right you are, Jane,” he agreed lightly. “How right you are!”
She was well aware that it sometimes took someone outside the situation to remind one of how fortunate one was. And, no matter what happened tomorrow, this man would still have his beautiful wife and daughters, and their unborn child. And that was certainly a lot more than very many other people had.
And sometimes, Jane remembered bleakly as she
left the house, all the positive things you thought you had in your life could be wiped out or simply taken away from you.
And a prime example of that had been this evening when Gabriel Vaughan had turned out to be the guest of honour at the Warners’ dinner party! She had worked so hard to build up this business, to build something for herself—she would not allow it all to be wiped out a second time!
It had not been a good evening for Jane. First that broken cup—which she would replace, despite Felicity’s protests that it wasn’t necessary—then Gabriel Vaughan coming into the kitchen: the very last man she’d ever wanted to see again! Ever! And Felicity, poor romantic Felicity, had given him Jane’s business card!
What else could possibly go wrong tonight?
She found that out a few minutes later—when her van wouldn’t start!
CHAPTER THREE
JANE almost choked over her morning mug of coffee! As it was, her hand shook so badly that she spilt some of that coffee onto the newspaper that lay open on the breakfast-bar in front of her, the liquid splashing onto the smiling countenance of the man’s face that had caused her to choke in the first place!
Gabriel Vaughan!
But then, nothing seemed to have gone right for her since meeting the man the evening before. It had been past one o’clock in the morning when she’d discovered her van wouldn’t start, and a glance towards the Warners’ house had shown her that it was in darkness. And, in the circumstances, Jane had been loath to disturb the already troubled couple. Besides, she had decided, if Richard Warner had any sense, he would be making love to his wife at this very moment—and she certainly had no inclination to interrupt that!
But it had been too late to contact a garage, and there had been no taxis cruising by in the exclusive suburb, and finding a public telephone to call for a taxi hadn’t proved all that easy to do, either. And when she’d come to leave the call box after making the call it was to find it had begun to rain. Not gentle, barely discernible rain, but torrents of it, as if the sky itself had opened up and dropped the deluge.
Tired, wet and extremely disgruntled, she had finally arrived back at her apartment at almost two-thirty in the morning. And opening her newspapers at nine o’clock the following morning, and being confronted by a photograph of a smiling Gabriel Vaughan, was positively the last thing she needed!
This was the time of day when she allowed herself a few hours’ relaxation. First she would go for her morning run, collecting her newspaper, and freshly baked croissants from her favourite patisserie on the way back. She had made a career out of cooking for other people, but she wasn’t averse to sampling—and enjoying—other people’s cooking in the privacy of her own home. And François’s croissants, liberally spread with butter and honey, melted in the mouth.
But not this morning. She hadn’t even got as far as taking her first mouthful, and now she had totally lost her appetite. And all because of Gabriel Vaughan!
She would never see him again, she had assured herself in the park earlier as her feet pounded on the pathway as she ran, slender in her running shorts and sweatshirt, her hair tied back with a black ribbon. As far as she was aware, the man had only paid brief visits to England over the last three years, and just because he had rented an apartment for three months that didn’t mean he would actually stay that long. Once his business with Richard Warner had reached a suitable conclusion—to Gabriel Vaughan’s benefit, of course!—he would no doubt be returning to America. And staying there, Jane hoped!
But this photograph in this morning’s newspaper—of Gabriel with a dazzling blonde clinging to his arm—had been taken while at a weekend party given by a popular politician. It seemed to imply that his rare visits to this country in recent years had in no way affected his social popularity when he was here.
Jane stood up impatiently, her relaxation totally ruined for this morning. Damn the man! He had helped ruin her life once—she couldn’t allow him to do it again, not when she had worked so hard to make a life and career for Jane Smith.
Jane Smith.
Yes, that was who she was now.
She drew in a deeply controlling breath, forcing back the panic and anger, bringing back the calm that had become such a necessary part of her for the last few years, reaching out as she did so to close the newspaper, not taking so much as another glance at the photograph that had so disturbed her minutes ago.
She had a job to do, another dinner party to arrange for this evening, and the first thing on her list of things to do was to check with the garage she had called earlier, and see if they had had any luck in starting her van. If it wasn’t yet fixed she would have to hire alternative transport for the next few days.
Yes, she had a business to run, and she intended running it!
Despite Gabriel Vaughan.
Or in spite of him!
“HELL, I hate these damned things! If you’re there, Jane Smith, pick up the damned receiver!”
Jane reached out with trembling fingers and switched off the recorded messages on her answer machine, quickly, as if the machine itself were capable of doing her harm. Which, of course, it wasn’t. But the recorded message of that impatient male voice—even though the man hadn’t given his name but had slammed the receiver down when he received no reply to his impatience—was easily recognisable as being that of Gabriel Vaughan.
She had telephoned the garage before taking her shower, had been informed that it would be ready for collection in half an hours’ time, once they had replaced the old and worn battery. Then she’d showered quickly before switching on her answer machine as she usually did when she had to go out.
She had only been out of her apartment for an hour, but the flashing light on the answer machine had told her she had five messages. The first two had been innocuous enough—enquiries about bookings, which she would deal with before she went out to collect her supplies for this evening’s dinner party. But the third call—! He didn’t even need to say who it was—she could recognise that transatlantic drawl anywhere!
It wasn’t even twelve hours since she had left the Warners’ home; the damned man had left no time at all before trying to contact her again!
What did he want?
Whatever it was, she wasn’t interested. Not on a personal or professional level. On a personal level, he was the last man she wanted anything to do with, and the same applied on a professional level. For the same reason. The less contact she had with Gabriel Vaughan—on any level—the better she would like it.
That decision made, she decided to totally ignore the call, pretend it never happened. After all, he hadn’t left a name or contact number, just those few words of angry impatience.
Having so decided, she reached out to switch the machine back on. After all, she had a business to run.
“Jane! Oh, Jane…!” There was a short pause in the fourth message, before the woman continued. “It’s Felicity Warner here. Give me a call as soon as you come in. Please!” Felicity had sounded tearful enough at the beginning of the message, but that last word sounded like a pleading sob!
And Jane didn’t need two guesses as to why the other woman had sounded so different on the recording from the happily excited one she had left the evening before; no doubt Richard had been to his meeting with Gabriel Vaughan!
Maybe she should have tried to warn the other woman last night, after all, once she had realised who Richard was dealing with? But if she had done that Felicity would only have wanted to know how she knew so much about the man. And it had taken her almost three years to shake off the how and why she had ever known a man like Gabriel Vaughan.
But Felicity sounded desperately upset, so unhappy. Which really couldn’t be good for her in her condition—
“Don’t you ever switch this damned thing off, Jane Smith?” The fifth message began to play, Gabriel Vaughan’s voice sounding mockingly amused this time—and just as instantly recognisable to Jane as on the previous message. “Well, I refuse to talk to a machine,”
he continued dismissively. “I’ll try you again later.” He rang off abruptly, again without actually saying who the caller had been.
But Jane was in no doubt whatsoever who the caller had been, remembered all too well from last night when he had called her “Jane Smith” in that mocking drawl. Two calls in a hour! What did the man want?
Some time in the last hour—if Felicity’s cry for help was anything to go by—he had also spoken to Richard Warner!
The man was a machine. An automaton. He bought and sold, ruined people’s lives, without a thought for the consequences. And the consequences, in this case, could be Felicity’s pregnancy…!
Once again Jane switched off the answer machine. She didn’t want to get involved in this, not from any angle. And if she returned Felicity’s call she would become involved. If she wasn’t already!
She didn’t really know the Warners that well. She understood they had been guests at several other dinner parties she had catered for, which was why Felicity had telephoned her for the booking last night.
Over the years Jane had made a point of not getting too close to clients; she was employed by them, and so she never, ever made the mistake of thinking she was anything else. But somehow yesterday had been different. Felicity had obviously been deeply worried, had desperately needed someone she could talk to. And she had chosen Jane as that confidante, probably because she realised, with the delicacy of Jane’s position working in other people’s homes, that she had to be discreet, that the things Felicity talked to her about would go no further.
Jane never had been a gossip, but now there was a very good reason why what Felicity had told her would go no further: she simply had no one she could possibly tell!
Her life was a busy one, and she met lots of people in the course of her work, but friends, good friends, were something she had necessarily moved away from in recent years. It was an unspoken part of her contract that she never discussed the people she worked for, and Jane guarded her own privacy even more jealously!
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