that.
And she also had him to thank for the fact that these
kitchen walls seemed to be closing in on her like a prison. She
was almost counting the tiles, when the girls came bustling back.
'There's a funny atmosphere in there,' one of them informed her,
jerking a head in the direction of the | dining room. 'Important
meeting is it?' 'AH orders are important these days.' Laura
scraped the pheasant bones into the waste disposal. There were J
enough rumours flying round Caswells already about the company's
difficulties, without her adding to them; but it was no secret
the sales department had had long faces for months. Uncle Martin
had great hopes of I Tristan Construction—until now. She saw
the waitresses back to the dining room with their final loads,
and relaxed slightly. It was nearly j over. The coffee was
filling the room with its fragrance, when she heard the slight
squeak of the kitchen door as it opened. Without looking round,
she said, 'I'm going now, but I've left everything else ready.'
'So I see,' Jason remarked. 'You're a domestic paragon, my sweet,
but then you always were.' Laura had been reaching for her bag.
Shock made her jerk nervously at the strap, and the bag fell,
disgorging its contents at her feet. For a moment, she stared
down at them blank-faced, as if she'd never seen them before,
then moving like an automaton, she turned to face him. He was
lounging in the doorway, hands thrust into the pockets of an
expensively cut dark suit. It occurred to her as she stared at
him that she'd never seen Jason in a suit before—not even on
their wedding day. He'd always dressed casually in the extremes-
denims and sweaters usually. This new conventionality was a
shock, until she looked more closely, and saw that the silk tie
had been loosened impatiently, and the top button of the pristine
white shirt left unbuttoned. The thick unruly mane of dark hair
had been trimmed, but not tamed, and still hung nearly to his
collar. The lines of the thin, clever, arrogant face were deeper
and more harsh, and the eyes which met hers were as bleak and
inimical as they had been at their last confrontation. No, she
thought. He might wear the trappings of convention, but
underneath he was still as dangerous as ever. He said silkily,
'Are you going to tell me I've changed?' ' I don't think it would
be true.' She was amazed to hear how normal her voice sounded.
'What are you doing here?' 'I'm here on business. Don't pretend
you didn't know.' His mouth curled sardonically. T saw all the
agitated fluttering when I walked in. And I don't need to ask why
you're here, of course. You're still a superlative cook, Laura,
even though kind Uncle Martin is reaping the benefit now instead
of me.' She went down on one knee, and began to shovel her things
back into her bag, her fingers clumsy with haste. 'You've missed
this.' Jason bent too and handed her a slender gilt scent spray.
'Thanks.' She almost snatched it from him. 'Relax, Laura.' There
was a note of warning in his voice, steely and implacable. 'Our
paths are bound to cross during the next few months, so the best
thing you can do is accept it.' ^. 'And if I'm not prepared to do
that?' She gave him a bitter look. T meant what I said,
Jason—that I never wanted to see you again. I still mean it. So
why are you tormenting me like this?' 'Had it been left to me,'
he said gently, T would not have come within a hundred miles of
this bloody place. But these are hard times, darling, and most
companies get work where they can and are glad of it. Tristans is
no exception. Under the circumstances, the risk of offending your
delicate sensibilities had to be discounted. I hope that precious
little ego of yours will survive?' She took a deep breath.
'So—it's all a coincidence. But the carpeting for all these
units you plan to build didn't have to come from Caswells. You
could have stayed away from here.' 'And we