won’t give you a divorce, you know. He can keep you entangled in legal folderol for years to come.”
“I’m not in any hurry. He’ll give up eventually.”
“Jordon?” Cam smiled and shook his head. “I told you that you didn’t know him.” He turned away. “Now that I’ve done my duty, I’ll run along and leave you in peace. Good-bye, luv. I hope the next time we meet we’ll be able to just shoot the breeze and catch up on old times.”
“I’d like that, Cam,” she said softly. “You were the only friend I had at Half Moon, you know.”
He glanced over his shoulder. “You didn’t consider Jordan your friend?”
She didn’t answer.
He shook his head. “He really did make a mess of it, didn’t he? I’d have thought he would have been smarter than that. No wonder he’s so desperate.”
She smiled sadly. “I think you must be mistaken. I’ve never seen Jordan desperate about anythingor anyone. And in spite of your message, I doubt that he’s capable of changing.”
“No?” Cam opened the door. “Think about it. We both know Jordon is jealous as hell. Unfortunately, that remains the same.” He paused. “But he still sent me to you. Maybe he’s trying to tell you something.”
“Like what?”
“That he knows he has to trust you and come to terms with what you want in a relationship.”
“It’s too late,” she whispered.
Cam’s expression reflected genuine regret. “I’m sorry as hell to hear that, but I’ll deliver the message.” He started for the door.
“Cam.”
He stopped. “Yes?”
“Where will you deliver it?” She moistened her lips nervously. “This afternoon I thought I caught a glimpse of Jordan in the street. Later I realized it must have been my imagination but … He’s not here in San Francisco?”
“I haven’t seen him if he is.” Something flickered in Cam’s face and then was gone. “I was in Papeete when he phoned to ask me to come and see you. I assumed he was calling from Half Moon.”
Dizzying relief poured through her. “Yes, of course. I knew I was mistaken.”
Cam started to speak, obviously changed his mind, then smiled. “Good-bye, luv, see you next time.”
She nodded. “Next time.”
The door closed behind him, and Sara let outher pent-up breath in a rush. How odd to be this tense in Cam’s presence when she had always been so comfortable with him. She was still trembling with nerves even though he was no longer there. Lord, why was she lying to herself, she wondered with sudden impatience. It wasn’t Cam who was generating this sense of panic. It was Jordan.
Just talking about Jordan had brought back the tempest of emotions he created in her. She felt bewilderment, fear, lust. And it
was
lust, she assured herself frantically. It couldn’t be love. During those first heady months of their marriage she had talked herself into believing she loved him, but how could she love a stranger? No, her attachment to Jordan had to be purely sexual. Every woman was entitled to one mad episode in her life, and Sara’s had been with Jordan Bandor. Now her months of temporary insanity were behind her—and that was exactly where she wanted them to stay. She had worked too hard to forget Jordan to let Cam’s words disturb her equanimity.
She started to reach up into the cabinet for a coffee cup and then changed her mind. She was going to have enough trouble sleeping tonight without loading herself with caffeine. She switched off the coffeemaker and turned away. She would dismiss all thoughts of Jordan and concentrate on—
Eighteen months. Why had he waited eighteen months to contact her and why hadn’t he told her he intended to fight the divorce? Why appearout of the blue after all this time? She had thought it odd he hadn’t tried to contact her after she left Half Moon but assumed he had been consumed by rage and decided to cut her out of his life. She had witnessed his cold ferocity toward adversaries in business, so she