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and
now I’ll leave,’ she said tightly.
    ‘And why not?’ Logan drawled sardonically. ‘After all, you’ve accomplished what you set out to do.’
    ‘What do
you mean?’ She stared at him angrily. Was he suggesting that she had come here
to faint and get his sympathy? She knew him belter than that. He had no
sympathy at all, especially not with her.
    ‘You came
to announce your surrender.’ He gave her an ironical look as her face flushed
slightly. ‘I’ll rephrase that. You came to announce your father’s surrender.
    ‘My
father and I are in this together,’ Abigail reminded him sharply, and his eyes
narrowed dangerously, the cold grey glittering like ice.
    ‘Oh, no, you’re not,’ he
rasped. ‘You were never in it. You may have become a trainee high-flyer over
the past four years but, believe me, you don’t even know the first thing about
being ‘in this’. You’ve never had your beautiful toes in the mud.’
    ‘Not even when I was
married to you?’ Abigail asked him tightly, and he looked at her for a second
with devastating hostility before his lips twisted in cold amusement.
    ‘Your feet hardly touched
the floor. You were in my arms for most of the time. Memory is such an elusive
thing,’ he opened the door as she was struggling to regain her anger and
composure. ‘Time to go, Abigail. This way.’
    It became apparent that he
was taking her outside that would give him time for more comments. Abigail set
her lips firmly and walked stiffly beside him. Neither of them spoke in the
lift and it was only as he was actually opening the door to the street that she
thought about a taxi.
    ‘I didn’t
bring my car. I’ll phone for a taxi.’
    You don’t
need one,’ Logan informed her implacably. ‘I intended to take you back in any
case. This saves me the trouble of having to send your car round later.’
    A dark
Jaguar slid to a hale in front of them and a smiling youth stepped out and
opened the passenger door for Abigail as Logan took the wheel. It was done so
smoothly that she barely had time to think.
    ‘This is
not necessary.’
    ‘I
decided that it is,’ Logan murmured, not even glancing at her as the long car
slipped smoothly into the traffic. ‘It’s a long time since I drove past the
Madden’s offices. Five years almost. It will be—interesting.’
    ‘The
place will be yours soon,’ Abigail reminded himin a choked voice.
Suddenly she couldn’t speak. It was too overwhelming. Sitting in this car with
Logan brought back so many memories that she wanted to shut her eyes and not
remember where she was or who was with her, it was impossible to ignore him
though. It was the make of car, the same sensually masculine being besides her.
It was even the same aftershave. It invaded her senses, bringing back feelings
as if it were the well-loved perfume of a rose pressed in an album.
    ‘I don’t
want the place,’ Logan rasped. ‘I want the man and I’ve almost got him.’
    ‘You’ve
got him already.’ Abigail whispered. ‘If you could see him...’
    ‘I have
no desire to see him!’ Logan ground out. She saw his hands tighten on the wheel
and cast a furtive, frightened look at the hard, handsome face. He slanted, it
shook her like icy lightning and she looked away rapidly, staring down at her
tightly clenched fingers. Logan didn’t speak again and Abigail was too shaken
and lost even to contemplate conversation. What was ‘there to say to him? His
hatred encompassed everything to do with the name Madden. It always had done
but she had been too young, too bewitched to know. Here we are.’ Logan spoke again as the car was gliding to a halt in front of her own offices. This place
did not bare the splendour of the Steele building and Logan’s eyes moved over
it with stony indifference as the car stopped.
    ‘Thank
you,’ Abigail said in little more than a whisper, sighing when his hand came to
her arm, his fingers biting into her through the wool of her jacket.
    ‘You’d
better