The Failed Marriage (Presents Plus)

by Carole Mortimer

  Was she hurt? She tentatively moved all her limbs, feeling not the slightest twinge, although she knew from experience that she would probably be bruised and aching tomorrow. But if she told Joshua she was all right now would he just get up and leave? She daren’t risk it.

  She grimaced. ‘My wrist hurts.’

  His gaze instantly moved down her body. ‘Which one?’

  Joanna held up her right arm. ‘This one.’

  ‘Hm,’ his mouth was tight. ‘Well, you haven’t broken it, or you wouldn’t be able to move it that freely.’

  Mistake number one! She adopted what she hoped was a pained expression. ‘It does hurt quite a lot, though, Joshua.’ She saw his face darken at her casual use of his name. Well, she was damned if she would call him Mr Radcliffe!

  ‘Probably just a sprain,’ he mumbled, bending down to free himself from his ski, the other one having come loose as he fell and was lying several feet away.

  ‘Just a sprain?’ she repeated indignantly.

  The corners of his mouth quirked into a smile. ‘I’m sure it doesn’t feel trivial to you, but when I had visions of a broken leg at least, a sprained wrist seems quite mild by comparison.’

  ‘Well, I’m glad about that!’ She struggled to sit up without the use of her right hand, determined to carry out the pretence now that she had started it.

  ‘No, you aren’t,’ he smiled. ‘But I hope you’ll forgive me for what must seem like callousness. I just didn’t intend going home from here leaving a string of broken bodies behind me.’

  Only broken hearts, she thought dreamily. She had fallen under his spell once again as he smiled at her, wouldn’t have cared if she had broken her leg, not if he came to the hospital to visit her. But she hadn’t broken anything, she knew that, even the hurt wrist was just an excuse to stop him getting up and walking away from her.

  ‘Here, let me.’ He moved to her aid as she struggled to unclasp her skis, the lock proving too stiff for her, his hand lightly brushing hers as he took over the task, although he seemed unaware of the almost electric shock that surged through her. ‘There,’ he straightened. ‘Now let’s see if you can stand up. Then I think we’d better move from here, we seem to be in the way,’ he said dryly as yet another skier manoeuvred past them.

  With the aid of his arm about her waist Joanna was able to get unsteadily to her feel, more sure than ever that she was going to feel the bruising tomorrow. And the hardness of Joshua’s body as he pressed her to his side didn’t help the shaking of her legs or the racing of her pulse-rate.

  ‘I’ll drive you back to the cabins,’ he told her when they had reached the car park, Joshua somehow managing to keep an arm about her waist and carry their skis and poles in the other—and doing it with ease too! ‘I have a rental car,’ he explained as he leant the poles and skis against the side of the TransAm while he unlocked the passenger door for her, seeing her seated before attaching the skis to the roof-rack, putting their boots and poles in the boot.

  She had seen the gold-coloured car with the brown eagle transfer across its bonnet about the complex, but she hadn’t realised it was being driven by this man. ‘My mother and father are renting a station wagon,’ she told him as he got in beside her.

  ‘So you’re here with your parents,’ he murmured. ‘I wondered.’

  ‘You did?’ she gasped.

  He nodded. ‘They don’t ski?’

  ‘Oh yes, they do. But not very often,’ she confirmed his next unasked question. ‘I didn’t see you about at the beginning of the week.’ She made the statement into a question.

  ‘That’s because I wasn’t,’ he drawled.

  ‘Oh?’ she persisted, wondering if he had spent the time with a woman.

  He sighed. ‘I went up to Sunshine for a few days,’ he named the other ski area at Banff.

  Relief flooded through her. ‘Any good?’

  ‘Very. But a little more crowded than Norquay.’

  He helped her out of the car once they reached the cabins, and Joanna didn’t feel it necessary to tell him it was her wrist that was injured, not her leg. She enjoyed having him touch her too much!

  But when he took her to his own cabin she felt some of her brash self-confidence leave her. She dated a lot when she was at home, but they were usually boys, friends of the family; she had certainly never gone home alone with any of them!

  The cabin had the same luxurious layout as the one. she was sharing with her parents, the large open-plan lounge and kitchen area, the beautiful stone fireplace in the lounge showing evidence of its recent use, although both the kitchen and lounge were very tidy. She knew there was a bathroom and two bedrooms leading off this, although Joshua took her straight into the lounge, inviting her to sit down on the sofa while he looked at her wrist.

  Long sensitive fingers probed her loosely held wrist. ‘There’s no swelling,’ he seemed to speak almost to himself. ‘And I can’t feel any damage. But I’ll bandage it up anyway,’ he offered as he saw her mutinous expression. ‘It can’t do any harm.’ He straightened. ‘And it may do some good. I won’t be a minute.’

  Joanna took advantage of his absence to slip out of her ski-suit, her soft wool jumper in the same blue as her eyes and the close-fitting denims she wore beneath the suit warm enough in the centrally heated cabin.

  Joshua had removed his own ski-suit when he joined her a few minutes later, the black cords and thick black sweater giving him a satanic look, his warm virility tangible in the confines of the room Joanna’s pulse fluttered nervously.

  He bandaged her wrist with quick decisive movements, his head bent as he concentrated on the task.

  Joanna watched him without interruption, feeling the excitement surge through her. As if her pulse had leapt beneath his fingertips he looked up at her, his eyes narrowing as she blushed, her hair once again released to cascade down her back. ‘Er—very professional,’ she felt compelled to say something, looking down at the perfectly bandaged wrist to bide the flare of desire she felt sure must be in her eyes.

  ‘It should be,’ he drawled. ‘I’m a doctor.’

  ‘Oh,’ trust her! ‘Where in England do you practise?’ she asked interestedly.

  He looked up at her unblinkingly. ‘Why do you want to know?’

  She swallowed hard, knowing by the hardness in his eyes that she was being too obvious again. ‘I just—wondered,’ she said lamely. ‘It must be an interesting profession.’

  ‘It is,’ he nodded abruptly, securing the bandage. ‘And I have a practice in London.’

  London. Well, at least they lived in the same city! Although she would be leaving for Switzerland at the end of the summer. Still, that was months away. She had his name and the fact that he worked in London. There couldn’t be that many Dr Joshua Radcliffes in town.

  He looked up at her once again. ‘How does it feel?’

  ‘It—? Oh—fine.’ She blushed as she realised he was talking about the bandage. ‘Your patients must feel very safe with you,’ she added softly, meeting his gaze in challenge.

  He was still down on his haunches in front of her. ‘And you?’ he prompted huskily. ‘Do you feel—safe with me?’

  Her breath caught in her throat at the sudden warmth in his eyes. ‘No.’

  ‘No?’ He quirked dark brows mockingly.

  Delicate colour warmed her cheeks at the way he was deliberately tormenting her, her mouth tightening defiantly. He wouldn’t be amused by her, he wouldn’t! ‘No,’ she said determinedly, bending her head to put her mouth against his.

  Because of the precariousness of his position the assault knocked him off balance, his hands coming out to grasp her arms, both of them tumbling to the floor, the deep-pile carpet and thick rug in front of the fireplace cushioning their fall.

  Joshua raised his head, his eyes glittering like a storm-tossed sea as he glared down at her. ‘Why, you little—!’ His mouth ground down on hers in anger,

  determined to hurt her.

  She had never b
een kissed with such intimacy before, her mouth parting beneath Joshua’s as he probed her lips, ravaging and raping her mouth as she lay stunned in his arms, her inexperience shocked by his sexual attack on her body, his hands beneath the thickness of her jumper now, laying claim to one taut breast, tantalising the nipple with sure fingertips.

  ‘No!’ He finally thrust her away from him, breathing heavily as he stood up, the tautness of his thighs telling of his own arousal. He turned away as he saw her gaze on him, raking a hand through his hair. ‘I think you’d better leave.’

  ‘But—’

  ‘Joanna!’ he warned icily, his back still towards her as he shudderingly brought his body back under control. ‘Just go. Now.’

  She scrambled to her feet, collecting up her clothes before going to the door. She gave one last longing look in his direction before quietly leaving.

  But she was adult enough to realise that his anger had mainly been directed at himself, for his response to her. Her own body ached from her pleasure in his rough caresses, and she was determined that she would know that desire again.

  Joanna’s thoughts came agonisingly back to the present as she heard the slamming of the Rolls’ door outside, knowing that Joshua was home. The clock at her bedside told her it was almost eleven. Joshua was later than he usually was, her own time since his departure being spent reliving the time they had met and she had fallen in love. Because she had fallen in love, during that first kiss.

  She got to her feet now, hobbling into the bathroom to empty the cold scented water she had forgotten she had run as she became lost in thoughts of the past.

  She was in bed reading a magazine when she heard Joshua coming up the stairs, knowing he must have seen the light on in her room, her windows facing the front of the house. Her face was a polite mask as his knock sounded on her bedroom door, and he entered immediately afterwards.

  He looked even more tired than he had earlier tonight, sharpening Joanna’s suspicion as to the reason for the tiredness, although she didn’t ever remember lovemaking tiring him in the past.

  He didn’t make the curt goodnight at the door as he usually did, and Joanna stiffened as he came in to sit on the side of her bed. ‘How is your foot now?’ he enquired softly.

  She put her magazine down, her hands clasping together to stop their trembling. This situation reminded her too much of the time she had pretended injury to her wrist, swallowing hard as she remembered the way he had kissed her then. ‘It’s fine,’ she dismissed, just wanting him to leave.

  ‘Sure?’ he frowned, looking all of his thirty-seven years.

  ‘Yes!’ Her tone was sharp with tension.

  His eyes took on the look of a storm-tossed sea as he continued to look at her, his breathing suddenly ragged. She had learnt during their married life together that it wasn’t only anger that made his eyes go that colour, that physical desire produced the same effect. It was the latter he was feeling now.

  He confirmed her suspicions as he groaned low in his throat. ‘God, Joanna, I—’

  ‘No!’ She recoiled away from him even as his hands tightened on her arms.

  ‘Yes, Joanna,’ he bit out grimly. ‘Tonight it has to be yes!’

  His mouth claimed hers, parting her lips as he bent her to his will, kissing her with an intimacy she thought forgotten. His hands moved feveredly over her body from her hip to her breast, lingering over the latter, tracing the outline of the nipple through the silk of her nightgown, pushing the strap of the gown down as his mouth moved to claim her bare breast.

  ‘No!’ she looked up at him with wild eyes. ‘I don’t want to!’ She pushed his hands away from her.

  Joshua was breathing heavily as he raised his head, refusing to be pushed off as he pinned her down to the bed. ‘You never do,’ he ground out. ‘But I do,’ he told her fiercely.

  Her eyes glittered her rejection of him. ‘Then go and see your little receptionist. But don’t come to me!’

  His eyes narrowed as he slowly moved up and away from her. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ he rasped.

  Her mouth twisted, she pulled herself up the pillow now that the danger had passed, straightening the bedclothes about her with a calm she was far from feeling. It was a long time since she and Joshua had discussed anything on such a personal level, and she wasn’t sure she was ready for it yet.

  ‘Joanna!’ he prompted hardly at her silence.

  She sighed, her head back defiantly. ‘You know exactly what I mean, Joshua, so let’s not play games. If you choose to have an affair with your receptionist then that’s your business, but don’t come to me after you’ve been with her.’

  ‘I’ve been working—’

  ‘I think the whole of London is aware of the “work” you’ve been doing in the evenings lately,’ she said contemptuously.

  He breathed angrily, his mouth tight. ‘In other words, your mother has been listening to one of her cronies again,’ he derided harshly. ‘No wonder she was concerned about you! When will you learn not to listen to gossip, Joanna?’

  She flushed at the rebuke. ‘This wasn’t gossip, and you know it. And my mother actually defended you,’ she told him angrily. ‘She thinks a man is entitled to “stray”, as long as his wife finds out in time and puts a stop to it,’ she added disgustedly.

  ‘But you don’t want to do that, do you, Joanna?’ he taunted hardly. ‘Because if you did that you would have to share a bed with me yourself.’

  ‘Does this mean you admit to having an affair with Angela Hailey?’

  ‘I admit nothing—but I’m not denying it either,’ he added softly, too softly. ‘Does that give you an excuse to keep denying me access to your bed, and your body?’

  ‘I don’t need an excuse!’ she snapped, two bright spots of colour in her cheeks.

  ‘No,’ he agreed heavily, beginning to pace the room. ‘I realise that.’ He stopped his pacing to glare down at her. ‘Just why the hell did you marry me, Joanna?’ he asked wearily.

  She looked down at her hands. ‘You know why,’ she mumbled.

  ‘Tell me!’ he ordered tightly.

  Her head went back at the aggression in his tone, throwing back the bedclothes to stand up, her body tense with anger as she faced him across the room. ‘Because I was eighteen, terrified, and carrying your child!’

  CHAPTER THREE

  AS she watched him his face became a shuttered mask, all emotion erased, his eyes the only part of him that showed he hadn’t turned to stone, fires leaping and dying amidst the stormy sea.

  She wanted to take the words back, to say she was sorry—but it wouldn’t have been true. They both knew they would never have thought of marriage between them if it weren’t for the reasons she had stated. She was just honest enough, after all this time, to admit it.

  ‘So now I know,’ he finally murmured flatly.

  ‘Yes,’ she sighed. ‘Joshua—’

  He walked to the door with long strides. ‘I’m too tired to discuss this any further tonight,’ he rasped.

  ‘But you do realise we have to talk, that we can’t go on like this indefinitely?’ She refused to let him leave with things as they were, knew that after tonight she just couldn’t go on living like this. To live as virtual strangers was one thing, but Joshua had almost forced himself on her tonight. She couldn’t bear the thought of that happening again.

  ‘I realise we—have to talk,’ he conceded distantly. ‘But not now.’

  ‘Of course.’ Her mouth twisted. ‘You’re tired.’

  ‘Yes,’ he bit out, ‘I am. I’ll see you in the morning.’

  ‘When we’ll talk?’ she persisted.

  ‘When we’ll—talk,’ he nodded abruptly, quietly leaving the room.

  For the first time in a year Joanna allowed the tears to fall, felt each shuddering sob rip through the slenderness of her body, crumpling down on to the bed.

  She cried until she was sure there couldn’t be any tears left inside her, until she felt weak and drained,
had no strength to withstand the memories that once again flooded her mind, memories of her time together with Joshua five years ago.

  Eighteen and pregnant… Yes, that had been her.

  Her pursuit of Joshua after that day in his cabin had been even more intense than before, although he gave every impression of not noticing she existed, cutting her dead a couple of times when she attempted to talk to him. But she hadn’t given up, she was so determined he would notice her—and that he wouldn’t dismiss her this time either. And with the end of her holiday nearing she knew she didn’t have any time to waste.

  Her parents had had no idea of her interest in Joshua Radcliffe, had believed that if she was attracted to anyone it was to the young ski instructor Greg. Joanna didn’t disabuse them of that fact, knowing they would never approve of Joshua for her, his maturity and the experience in his face telling their own story.

  By the last day of her holiday Joanna was feeling desperate, knowing she had to do something, anything, to get his attention. Finally she used her injured wrist as an excuse once again, her parents being out at a parting dinner with the couple they had become so friendly with during their stay Joanna refused to accompany them, waiting until they were safely on their way before going over to Joshua Radcliffe’s cabin.

  The lights were on inside, and she hoped that meant he was at home. If he wasn’t she would never see him again, knew she couldn’t possibly go and see him in London if she parted from him the way she had three days ago. He had told her to go then, and he had meant it.

  A knock on the cabin door elicited some movement inside, and she felt her pulse leap at the sight of him as he opened the door. He was dressed for a leisurely evening in front of the fire, his denims old and faded, the black shirt partly unbuttoned down his chest, a fact he seemed aware of as he slowly rebuttoned it under her avid gaze.

  His eyes were narrowed as he looked at her. ‘Yes?’

  ‘I—er——’ She felt tongue-tied now she had actually dared to come here, realising for the first time just how forward that must appear to him. But it hadn’t seemed that way to her when she thought of it, and she knew she would have to see it through with the bravado she possessed in abundance. ‘My wrist still seems very painful,’ she met his gaze unflinchingly as his expression became watchful. ‘I wondered if you would take another look as it. As you’re a doctor,’ she added pointedly.