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that we have this conversation here, Caro,’ Jake reiterated before he strode off, pushing the trolley in front of him.
Leaving Caro no choice but to follow him. All of Magdalena’s food, clothes and other baby needs were in that trolley—as was the suitcase she had packed for their week-long seasonal stay.
Caro almost had to run to keep up with Jake’s much longer strides as he headed towards one of the exits, and she was not in the least surprised when people moved aside to make a path before him—like Moses parting the Red Sea!
What was Jake doing here? How could he possibly have known Caro would be on that particular flight from Majorca?
Gavin!
She ground her teeth in exasperation. Her totally brilliant but equally impossible and absent-minded younger brother was noticeably absent!
Caro hadn’t even wanted to make this trip to England, but Gavin had talked her into it with the claim that with their parents both dead they were now the only family each of them had, and that Christmas was a time for families to be together.
Maybe all with the intention of Jake being the one to meet her at the airport instead of her brother…?
No, Gavin was absent-minded—rarely knew what time it was, let alone which day of the week—but still Caro didn’t believe he would have deliberately put her in this awkward position.
‘Where’s Gavin?’ Caro asked as she unwillingly followed Jake outside into the icily cold wind.
Snow had been forecast in England for Christmas, and Caro had dressed both Magdalena and herself accordingly, the two of them wearing jeans and heavy sweaters beneath their warm coats. Nevertheless, she pulled up the hood of Magdalena’s pink coat to keep off most of the biting chill.
Jake turned to look at his wife and daughter, a fist clenching in his chest as he was once again hit with the likeness between them.
Caro’s long hair was that same unusual shade of red-gold, her skin tanned with the same golden hue, her nose slightly upturned, her mouth a full pouting bow, and her chin small and stubbornly pointed. But her eyes were a clear sky-blue, and surrounded by the thickest, darkest lashes Jake had ever seen. Caro was undeniably still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
She was also—no matter how much she might wish it were otherwise!—still his wife.
As Magdalena was undoubtedly his daughter…
‘Will you please tell me where Gavin is?’ Caro prompted again impatiently.
A satisfied smile curved Jake’s mouth. ‘When I last saw him?’
He quirked dark brows. ‘He was grappling with a particularly trouble some glitch in the program for the new security system he’s in the middle of developing for Montgomery Software.’
‘Your doing?’
‘Yes, as a matter of fact…’ Jake drawled unapologetically.
Caro gave a pained grimace as she closed her eyes. Her younger brother was currently, and probably always would be, one of the most brilliant computer programmers in the world. He was also one of the most single-minded. Nothing penetrated his concentration once he was caught up in one of his beloved computer programs. That single-mindedness was the very reason Jake Montgomery had employed Gavin at Montgomery Software two and a half years ago, after he’d left university.
It was that employment that had led to Caro meeting and falling in love with Jake only weeks later…
None of which was of the least help now, with the awkward situation she found herself in!
She attempted a conciliatory smile. ‘It was very kind of you to meet us, Jake, but—’
‘Believe me, Caro, kindness didn’t enter into my emotions at all when I learnt that Gavin had taken the unprecedented step of taking the afternoon off on the day before Christmas Eve because he had to go to the airport to pick up a relative. As you’re the only relative Gavin has…’ He shrugged. ‘I cashed in a few favours with a friend who owns one of the airlines, and he managed to ascertain that a Caroline Montgomery was arriving on a flight from Majorca. Along with her six-month-old baby daughter—Magdalena Montgomery,’ Jake gritted.
Caro eyed him warily, noticing as she did so the lines of grimness beside Jake’s eyes and mouth, the touches of grey in the darkness of the hair at his temples. Neither of which had been there when she had seen him a little over a year ago.
Not that Caro thought for a moment that it had been her walking out of their marriage that had brought about those changes in Jake. As she knew only too well, he simply hadn’t cared enough about her or their marriage for that to be the case. He’d found someone new to occupy his time with, and she hadn’t been able to bear that.
‘It was easy enough after that to come up with something that would distract Gavin so that he totally forgot he was going anywhere this afternoon,’ Jake added with an evil smile. ‘Don’t worry—I’ve left a message with my secretary to assure him of your safety once he does emerge from his programming trance.’
Gavin was now the least of her worries. ‘Jake—’
‘I don’t intend continuing this conversation now, Caro,’ he stated.
‘When, then?’ She stubbornly stood her ground.
‘When I’m good and ready!’ His eyes glittered dangerously.
‘I hate to burst your bubble, Jake, but I no longer give a damn— Where are you going with my luggage?’ Caro demanded as Jake turned away to push the trolley across the road.
He didn’t even glance back as he answered her. ‘Wherever it is I’m going, I would advise that you follow me!’
‘I— But— Jake!’ Caro protested, making no effort to follow him—her days of following where Jake led were long over!
Jake drew in a deep controlling breath as he came to an abrupt halt on the island in the middle of the road, appreciating the fact that if he did follow his instinct to shake Caro right here and now there were enough policemen and women milling about the airport to arrest him on the spot!
How could she have done this to him? No matter what their differences were, how could she have kept her pregnancy from him—let alone the birth of their daughter six months ago? Did Caro really hate him that much…?
Jake had been asking himself those same questions for the last three hours—since learning of Caro and Magdalena’s imminent arrival in England. Since he had learnt of his daughter’s existence…
He still had no answers to those questions.
But Caro did. And before this day was out she was going to give Jake those answers. Just not here. And certainly not now.
He turned slowly, steeling himself not to be affected by how young and defenceless she suddenly looked, with her hair flowing about her shoulders and her coat buttoned up against the cold. Fitted jeans emphasised her slenderness, and her expression was once again defensive as she held Magdalena to her tightly.
Caro was wise to feel apprehension! ‘My car is parked over here,’ Jake informed her abruptly.
‘Your car?’ Caro shook her head, her expression be-coming stubborn. ‘Magdalena and I can easily get a taxi to Gavin’s apartment.’
Jake’s eyes narrowed. ‘You and I both know there is no way I’m going to let you go anywhere until the two of us have had a chance to talk.’
She swallowed hard. ‘You can’t stop me—’
‘No?’ Jake challenged softly.
Caro felt a shiver of apprehension run down the length of her spine as she saw the cold and ruthless determination on Jake’s handsome face.
A face she had fallen instantly in love with over two years ago…
But