Carole Mortimer - Their Engagement is Announced

‘Then don’t treat me like someone you picked up for the evening, either!’ she came back heatedly, her cheeks burning with humiliated colour. ‘Dinner was enjoyable, the conversation fun—up to a point. But in the morning I go back to my own life, and you’ll return to yours. Don’t delude yourself into thinking this place is reality, Griffin!’ She looked about them pointedly. Even the gardens seemed to have a magic quality to them now: the profusion of spring flowers, the shadowy corners a perfect foil for the house itself.

Griffin still looked down at her with narrowed eyes. ‘And just what is your reality, Izzy?’ he rasped. ‘Is there a man already in your life? Someone you go back to tomorrow?’

Only her father. There didn’t seem to be much time or space for other men in her life at the moment. Her last date had been over a year ago, and, as she recalled, that hadn’t been too successful.

But that didn’t mean she had ruled out the possibility of falling in love, of marrying, of having children. She was only twenty-four, and she had all those natural yearnings; she just hadn’t found the right man to share them with yet.

But that didn’t mean she would settle for indulging in meaningless affairs until she met the right man for her. And there was certainly no room in her life, even briefly, for a man like Griffin Sinclair!

She raised her head, meeting the angry challenge in his expression. ‘Yes, there’s a man in my life,’ she told him curtly, forgiving herself for not being exactly truthful about the role that man had in her life. ‘As I’m sure there are dozens of women in yours’!’ she added insultingly.

‘We weren’t talking about me,’ Griffin grated harshly.

‘Of course not,’ she scorned. ‘I’m sure you never answer those sort of questions about yourself!’ Her anger was bordering on tears now. Tears of dismay. At herself. For allowing Griffin to get even this close to her.

No doubt he would return to his own life eventually, and he wouldn’t even remember meeting someone called Isadora Baxter.

She wasn’t sure she would have the same success in forgetting him. ‘I should go back inside now,’ she said haltingly.

‘Should you?’ He was angry himself now. ‘Why?’ Because this man was disturbing her, was upsetting the even tenor of her life. She should never have agreed to have dinner with him.

‘Because I have an early start in the morning!’ she snapped, turning away.

And with each step she took she expected to find her arm grasped as Griffin turned her angrily back to face him.

It didn’t happen…

By the time Dora reached the sanctuary of her bedroom she was shaking so badly she had to sit down on the side of the four-poster bed. What a fool she’d been. An absolute fool! Griffin Sinclair had just been teasing her after all.

Just how far had he been willing to take it…?

As far as she allowed it to go, Dora realised with a self-disgusted groan.

The sooner she left this hotel, and forgot she had ever met someone called Griffin Sinclair, the better it would be. Most definitely for her, at least.

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