Mattâs voice? For a brief moment she contested this thought, wondering if her mind was playing tricks and it was Tony. But no! Tonyâs approach was always heralded by the thump of his crutches. âMatt,â she repeated weakly, and her heart began to thud. âYou . . .you startled me.â
âSorry. My intention was to surprise, not startle. I spotted you in my headlights as I pulled into the drive.â
âIt was you in that car?â
âYes. Except that it isnât a car. Itâs a truck. I had a delivery to make in Marseilles. Mother is having a room prepared for me. You looked inviting standing there in your white dress. I thought Iâd join you. What are you doing out here, all by yourself?â
âI have a bit of a headache. I was hoping the fresh air would clear it.â
âBeen overdoing the sun?â he queried, taking a step forward, his hands going up to her neck. His thumbs rested in the hollows at her throat; his strong fingers curved to her neck and gently massaged, lifting the tight knots and taking the tension into his own fingertips. Then one hand went to the back of her neck and the other captured her chin, twisting it gently from side to side. Her neck gave a small protesting creak, then moved freely. âThat better?â
âYes, thank you. It feels . . .wonderful.â
âYou know Iâm going to kiss you, donât you?â
âPlease donât, Matt.â
âYou donât really mean that.â
âI do. This isnât fair to Tony.â
âAre you still persisting in that nonsense?â
âIf you mean am I still going to marry him, the answer is yes, as soon as itâs possible. You only got the wedding delayed. You havenât put it off permanently.â
âI? I had nothing to do with getting Tony drunk, so drunk he was incapable of looking after himself and behaved like an irresponsible fool.â
âNo? I know you didnât intend him to fall down those stairs, but you had a hand in the other. You encouraged him to drink more than was good for him. Thatâs one accusation I will not withdraw. Because you did! The smirk on your face when I came round to see Tony and you told me that when youâd left him he looked as if heâd take a week to sober up is something Iâll never forget. Iâll never forgive you.â
âYou have a vivid imagination.â
âI know you, Matt.â
âAnd I know you, apparently better than you know yourself. You idiot, you wouldnât be happy if you married Tony.â
â
When
I find out, Iâll let you know.â
âWhy you goading little . . .â The fingers still clutching her chin tightened their hold. Her chin wasnât released until his mouth was firmly planted on hers, forcing her head back with such ferocity that she thought her neck would have snapped but for the hand supporting it.
Even in the height of her indignation, she exhilarated in the sweet brutality of that kiss. No one could move her like this. She came alive for him.
When he finally released her, he said, âYou wanted that as much as I did.â
To her deep chagrin and shame, that was the undeniable truth.
âI think weâd better go in now,â he said. âI still have to change. But first, for what itâs worth, this doesnât suit me any more than it does you. Youâre my weakness, Zoe. I donât like it.â
âYou found the strength to stay away from me for five years.â
âThatâs not strictly true. I tried to look you up. I drew a blank. I discovered that youâd changed your address and your job.â
âYou didnât look very hard. You could have found me if your wanted to badly enough.â
âFair comment. It would be untrue to say Iâve spent all that time pining for you. But Iâve thought of you. That last timeâwell, you donât need me to tell you