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second in five weeks or so.’
    Cara thought of Byron’s younger sister in the last stages of pregnancy and swallowed deeply.
    ‘Please don’t ask this of me,’ she pleaded with him. ‘I’m not the right person. I don’t have what it takes.’
    ‘You do, but you just won’t admit it. Deep down inside, where the real Cara is buried, you want the same thing I want. God knows I tried to get you to see it seven years ago, but failed. I’m not letting this opportunity pass without another attempt.’
    ‘This is so cold-blooded!’ she railed. ‘How can you even think of bringing such a scheme about? It’s inhuman. It’s despicable, it’s—’
    ‘Nevertheless, it’s what I want.’
    ‘And what you want you automatically get?’
    ‘Sometimes. Not always. But this time I’m counting on it.’
    ‘Well, Byron, you’ve counted all wrong, because I’m not playing the game. Go find yourself another incubator—this one’s not for sale.’
    She wrenched herself out of his grasp and threw herself towards the door. She got to the lift and stabbed at the button, almost falling over in shock when immediately the doors pinged open. The lift whooshed down to the ground floor before the colour had returned to her face. She stepped out onto the busy city street and lost herself amongst the milling crowds, all the while trying to make some sense of the last hour.
    Byron was a stranger to her now. Gone was the easygoing young man who’d swept her off her feet with one quick smile. In his place was a man determined to bring about his own agenda, no matter what it cost. She could only see it as a plan for revenge—but why had he waited so long to activate it? Had he been biding his time, waiting until she was truly vulnerable to swoop down and capture her?
     

    ‘Trevor.’ Her voice was ragged as she clutched the mobile to her ear. ‘Tell me what the hell’s going on.’
    ‘Sweetie.’ Her partner’s tone was placating. ‘You sound distracted. Didn’t the meeting with Lord Byron go so well?’
    ‘Lord is right,’ she answered wryly. ‘If anyone has a god complex it’s Byron Rockcliffe.’
    ‘I take it he’s calling the shots?’
    ‘More than you realise.’ She stalled for breath before she asked, ‘Trevor, why didn’t you tell me how bad things really were?’
    ‘I didn’t want to worry you,’ he said. ‘You’ve been down the last couple of months, and—’
    ‘Trevor! I’ve been “down” for years, let’s be honest. Why didn’t you tell me?’
    ‘I feel it’s my fault,’ he confessed awkwardly. ‘I’ve pushed you along with my “creative genius”, as you so fondly call it, but I haven’t stopped to consider the risks. Now, I’m afraid, you’re paying the price for that oversight.’
    ‘I’m not paying any price,’ she reassured him. ‘Byron is over the top. I’m not doing what he wants.’
    There was an ominous silence at the end of the line.
    ‘Trevor?’
    ‘Listen, Cara,’ his tone was resigned. ‘We have no choice. We’re going belly-up without his help, and I can’t call in any more favours to see us through. Just do what he says and let’s get on with it. Surely it can’t be that hard to decorate his castle and move on?’
    ‘Harder than you know,’ she said hollowly.
    ‘If you need any advice, you know where I am,’ he offered.
    In spite of her troubles she had to laugh.
    ‘Somehow, Trev, I don’t think I’ll be calling on you for help,’ she said.
    ‘Well, if you do, you know the number. Did I tell you I’ve got a hot date tonight?’
    ‘No—with whom?’
    ‘Antonio.’
    ‘I thought he was on the back boiler?’
    ‘I’ve been rethinking the whole issue. Better to have loved and left than never to have loved at all.’
    ‘That’s not quite how that saying goes,’ she said with a wry twist to her mouth. ‘But have a good time. I’ll see you in the morning.’
     

    Cara spent the next three days going through the books to see for herself how bad