Love Islands…The Collection. Jane PorterЧитать онлайн книгу.
‘Are you saying we’re going back to Miami?’ she said hesitantly.
He looked at her in disbelief. ‘No. There’s absolutely no reason for you to be dragged into any of this. I’ll go on my own. If I take the helicopter and leave now I’ll be back this evening. Tomorrow morning at the latest.’
‘But—’ She frowned. ‘Surely it would be better if I came with you.’
‘Better?’ he repeated. ‘In what way would it be better?’
‘I don’t know. I just thought you might like to have a bit of support. Maybe I can help—’
‘You want to help me with my parents?’ Shaking his head, he laughed harshly. ‘I see. I should warn you they’re both tone deaf, so they might not be that responsive to music therapy.’
Addie stared at him, her breath hot in her throat, anger balling in her chest. It was like talking to a stranger, she thought wildly. A handsome, detached stranger. Instead of the man she had let inside her body.
‘I don’t understand,’ she said slowly.
His face didn’t alter but his eyes narrowed fractionally. ‘You don’t need to. This is way beyond your pay grade, sweetheart.’
She stared at him in silence, breathing unsteadily. Her whole body was suddenly trembling with anger. ‘Is that right?’ she said icily. ‘Then maybe I should ask for a raise, because you’re certainly not paying me enough to put up with that kind of remark.’
His face stiffened. ‘You’re overreacting,’ he said softly. ‘As I said before, there’s no need for you to come to Miami with me.’ His eyes met hers. ‘If you really want to help, stay here—and then we can go to Caracas together as planned.’
‘So you want me to come to Caracas but you don’t want me to meet your parents—’ She broke off, suddenly too angry and frustrated and upset to speak. ‘If you’re so ashamed of me, then maybe I shouldn’t be here in the first place.’
He frowned, his face darkening. ‘I’m not ashamed of you.’
‘Then what’s the problem?’
‘There is no problem. Except you. You’re making it a problem.’
‘How? By wanting to meet your parents?’
‘This—us—it has nothing to do with them.’
‘Is that why they didn’t come to our wedding?’
The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. The question he had refused to answer five years ago. His parents’ absence at their wedding had always mattered to her. But now she knew that it had mattered to Malachi too, for she felt the change in him even before she saw it in his eyes.
‘They didn’t come because I didn’t ask them.’ His voice echoed harshly between them. ‘You wouldn’t understand. But then I’m not asking you to.’
‘But you are asking me to go and watch you open your new casino?’
He stared at her. ‘Please try and be reasonable, sweetheart. The two aren’t in any way connected—’
‘If you say so,’ she snapped. ‘Just go, Malachi.’ Picking up her towel, she stalked past him. ‘I’m going for a swim. Have a nice trip.’
Wading into the lagoon, she stared fixedly ahead, too furious even to register her beautiful surroundings. But the water felt cool against her skin, and the soft breeze and faint scent of frangipani was soothing, and slowly her anger started to fade.
Malachi was impossible. Rude and secretive and— ‘“Please try and be reasonable, sweetheart!”’ she muttered.
It wasn’t the most convincing impression of him, but it made her feel better, and suddenly determined not to let him spoil everything she began to swim with strong, firm strokes. Ten minutes later, smoothing the damp strands of hair away from her face, she glanced back at the beach, frowning. She was sure she had left her towel just under that palm tree...
And then her pulse gave a jolt as she saw Malachi standing at the edge of the sand, the towel in his hand.
Her footsteps faltered but then, lifting her chin, she marched towards him.
‘Aren’t you supposed to be on your way to Miami?’ she snapped.
He didn’t reply, just held out his hand. Pulse quickening, she stared at him warily.
‘I know it looks like a towel,’ he said quietly. ‘But it’s actually an olive branch.’
She didn’t reply.
Malachi watched her face shift, saw her swallow and breathe in sharply. He could see the conflict in her eyes; the longing to believe his words, the hurt holding her back.
He was on the verge of trying again when abruptly she looked up at him and said, ‘What do you want, Malachi?’
He cleared his throat. ‘I want you to come with me. To Miami. If you still want to, that is.’
She held his gaze. Her blue eyes were no longer glazed and drowsy, as they had been earlier, after they’d made love on the beach, but dark and stormy. And hostile. Very, very hostile.
‘I thought that was above my pay grade.’
Sighing, Malachi ran a hand over his face. His head was pounding, his stomach knotted with tension. Watching her walk away, he had felt a savage and unreasonable anger. Anger with his parents for messing up his time in paradise, anger with himself for letting his guard down. And anger with Addie for—
For what? For wanting to help him? For caring?
Picturing her face, he had felt his rage give way to shock as he’d realised what he’d seen but chosen to ignore. That she was worried about him. That she cared.
‘I shouldn’t have said that. It was rude and I’m sorry. It’s just that I never— I haven’t—’ He stopped. Things were getting so complicated. How much should he say? There was so much she wouldn’t understand.
She took the towel from his hand. ‘I know,’ she said quietly. ‘I do know what it’s like to have things inside your head you don’t want to share. After my accident I got sick of people asking me what I was thinking. You don’t have to tell me everything. Or anything. Not if you don’t want to. I just didn’t want you to have to deal with whatever it is on your own.’
He stared at her. ‘Then come with me. That way I won’t need to tell you. You’ll be able to see it for yourself.’
‘Okay. I’ll come.’ She gave him a small, tight smile as he reached out, his hand drawing her to him. ‘But I’m warning you: if you start with that pay grade stuff again I might just push you out of the helicopter.’
Aside from the noise of the rotor blades, inside the helicopter cabin it was quiet—sombre, almost. Watching the lights of Miami grow closer, Addie was aware of nothing but Malachi’s still, silent presence beside her.
It was clear that his parents were alive and well, and she wondered what was serious enough to drag him over to the mainland. But, sticking to her word, she hadn’t asked him any more about the phone call and he hadn’t told her anything. However, he had held her hand during the entire three-hour flight.
After the peace of the island, downtown Miami felt crowded and noisy. But at least it was crowded with ordinary people, she thought nervously, staring out of the window as the limousine slid to a stop in front of the Marlin—one of Miami’s swankiest and most exclusive Art Deco hotels. Malachi’s parents were anything but ordinary. Having furtively searched for them on the internet, while he was talking to the pilot, she had been horrified to discover that Henry and Serena King