'I can assure you that it is true. In fact, Ricardo also told me that, because of your concern for Lucy and the business, he wondered if there might be some way that, between us he and I could put together a discreet rescue package, potentially with him using the services of Prêt à Party in connection with his business whilst I deal with the side of things relating to Lucy's trust fund. We agreed that we would both give some thought to our options before making a final decision.
'At that time I rather gained the impression that you and he...' Marcus paused as Carly made a small shocked sound of distress, and then continued, 'How ever, when he called in to tell me that you were likely to want to see me, he made no mention of your relationship. But he did ask me to give you this.'
Carly was too busy struggling to take in everything Marcus had told her to do anything more than glance vaguely at the small, neatly wrapped box Marcus had handed to her. There was one question she had to ask.
'When...when exactly did Ricardo first telephone you?'
Marcus was frowning. 'Let me have a look in my diary.' He opened a large leather-bound desk diary and licked through it. 'Yes, here it is...'
Ricardo had spoken to Marcus before she had seen the papers on his desk. He had told Marcus then about her concern and his own decision not to go ahead with any acquisition because of his relationship with her. And she had accused him of lying to her, betraying her.
She was in the taxi Marcus had insisted on calling for her before she remembered the parcel he had given her. Shakily, she took it from her bag and opened it. Inside it was a cardboard box, and inside that was her Cartier watch.
Carly tried to focus on it through the tears blurring her vision, and then realized that beneath it was a note from Ricardo which read; 'You left before I could re turn this to you.'
Nothing else. Just that. No words of love. But on the card was a handwritten address in London and a telephone number.
Initially he had misjudged her, but that had not stopped her loving him. Then she had misjudged him. Was his love for her strong enough to withstand that?
There was only one way she could find out.
Carly rapped on the glass panel separating her from the taxi driver. When he pulled it open, she told him she had changed her mind and gave him the address on Ricardo's note.
She had paid off the taxi and now she was standing uncertainly in front of the imposing Georgian terraced house, its gold-tipped black railings glinting in the sunshine, and trying to remember the words she had rehearsed in the taxi on her way here. Words that would tell him how much she loved him, how much she wished she had listened to him and trusted him.
Would he allow her to say them?
Trying not to give way to the mixture of anxiety, dread, and longing leavened with hope that was grip ping her body, Carly walked up the stone steps to the imposing black gloss-painted door, and rang the bell.
Seconds ticked by with no response. The street was empty. Like the house? Had she let her own feelings allow her to put an interpretation on Ricardo's note he had never intended? Should she ring the bell again? It was a huge house and maybe no one had heard it the first time? Or maybe no one was there to hear it, she told herself. But she pressed the bell a second time and waited, whilst her heart thumped and the hope drained from her.
There was no point in her ringing a third time.
Carly walked back down the steps, oblivious to the fact that the reason she was struggling to see properly was because she was crying, oblivious too to the taxi turning into the street—until it screeched to a halt only feet away from her, causing her to freeze with shock.
'Carly!'
Her shock turned to disbelief as the passenger door opened and Ricardo got out, immediately striding to wards her.
The taxi driver was reversing and turning round, but Carly didn't notice. She was in Ricardo's arms and he was kissing her with all the passionate hunger and love she had been longing for since she had left him.
'Come on. Let's go inside,' he told her huskily, keeping his arm round her as he guided her back up the stone steps.
'Ricardo, I'm so sorry I refused to believe you. I—'
'Shush,' he told her tenderly as he unlocked the door and ushered her into the hallway.
Motes of dust danced in the sunlight coming through the fanlight, and an impressive staircase curled upwards from the black and white tiled floor. But Carly was oblivious to the elegance of her surroundings, feasting her gaze instead on Ricardo's face.
How could she ever have thought she could live with out him?
'You bought my watch back for me,' she whispered emotionally. 'And you told Marcus you didn't want to acquire the business because of me.'
'I knew you would worry about Lucy if I did, and your happiness and peace of mind are far more important to me than any business acquisition. The reason those papers you found were on the desk was because I'd seen how upset you were about Nick and the cheques, and I know Marcus vaguely, and so I'd decided that maybe it was worth making contact with him, to see if between us we couldn't do something that would set your mind at rest. I reasoned that since he was Lucy's trustee he would want to protect her, just as I wanted to protect you.'
'And then I accused you of trying to use me. I'm surprised you even want to see me again.'
'Well, you shouldn't be. Real love, true love, the kind of love I feel for you and you feel for me, is far stronger than pride—as you have proved by coming here to find me. Now, did Marcus tell you that I'm going to give Prêt a Party some business?'
'What?' said Carly blankly. 'Well, yes...'
'I've got several events in mind I can use them for, but the first and most important of them all is going to be our wedding.'
Carly looked up at him. 'You want us to get married?'
Ricardo nodded his head.
'I want us to get married; I
want you to be my wife; I want you to be the mother of my children. You are my soul mate, Carly, and my life is of no value to me without you in it, at my side... But this is not the way or the place in which I had intended to propose to you.'
'It isn't?'
'No. I wanted something far more romantic—some thing that would make up for all the unhappiness life has brought you and show you how much I love you. A room filled with roses, perhaps, or—'
Carly reached up and placed her finger against his lips.
'I don't need or want that, Ricardo. All I want is you, and your heart filled with love for me.'
'Always,' he told her softly, before bending his head to kiss her.
Penny Jordan, Bedding His Virgin Mistress