Forbidden Surrender

Sara knew this sort of persuasion of old—she must look exactly the same when she tried to get her own way. How could she possibly refuse! ‘All right.’ She wrote out her aunt’s telephone number on the piece of paper Marie provided. ‘But I’m only here for another couple of weeks at the most.’

‘Oh, I’ll call you before then,’ Marie assured her.

Sara saw Dominic Thorne fast approaching their little group and so she hurriedly made her goodbyes. She had had enough of him for one evening.

‘Where did Thorne take you?’ Pete asked on the drive home.

‘Outside,’ she revealed furiously. ‘He seemed to think I was trying to pull a stunt on them.’

Pete laughed. ‘Men like him don’t understand coincidence. How did you like Marie?’ he gave her a sideways glance.

‘How did you like her?’ She quirked an eyebrow at him. She hadn’t missed their slightly flirtatious manner when she had rejoined them.

‘I liked her a lot,’ he acknowledged softly. ‘It’s strange, the two of you look exactly alike, and yet there’s a difference. You have an air of sexual challenge about you that Marie doesn’t have, and I’m into the innocent look at the moment. Not that I’m complaining,’ he added hastily, ‘but I think Thorne probably spends most of his time fighting men off her.’

‘He certainly watches over her well,’ Sara said moodily.

‘So would I,’ Pete grinned.

‘Lecherous beast!’ She started to relax a little, her indignation about Dominic Thorne’-s treatment of her put firmly to the back of her mind. ‘I doubt if Marie would stay innocent for long around you.’

He shrugged. ‘Marie has these vibrations … and I felt them.’

Sara gave him a worried look. ‘I wouldn’t advise stepping on those particular toes.’ Dominic Thorne would deal far more ruthlessly with a man.

‘If the lady’s willing …’

‘Ah, but is she?’

‘I think she could be,’ he nodded.

She shrugged. ‘Then I wish you luck.’

If Dominic Thorne found out about it then Pete was going to need more than luck!

Her aunt and uncle were already in bed when she got in, although her aunt called to her as she changed into her nightclothes. Her uncle was fast asleep, but her aunt had her own bedside lamp on and had been reading. She put the book down when Sara came quietly into the room.

‘Oh, don’t mind your uncle,’ her aunt said at her questioning look. ‘He can sleep through anything, and often does. Did you have a nice time, dear?’

‘Quite nice, thank you.’ But she wouldn’t be seeing Pete again. They had parted as friends, but he was just another man who found Marie more attractive; Dominic Thorne had already made it known that she in no way compared to his Marie. ‘I’m not seeing Pete again, he’s going to be very busy the next few weeks,’ she excused to her aunt.

‘Were they nice people at this party?’

Sara smiled. ‘Or slightly mad like Pete?’ she teased.

‘Yes,’ her aunt admitted guiltily.

‘They were all—very nice.’

‘Well, I’m glad you had an enjoyable evening.’ She plumped up her pillow. ‘I think I’ll go to sleep now that I know you’re home.’

‘ ’Night,’ and Sara quietly left the room.

For some reason she had been loath to mention her meeting with Dominic Thorne and Marie Lindlay to her aunt.

CHAPTER THREE

EDDIE wanted to know all about her evening when he took her for her drive the next day.

‘Was Marie Lindlay really like you?’ he asked her.

She smiled. ‘Pete didn’t think so, he found her infinitely more attractive.’

‘The man has no taste!’ Eddie scoffed.

‘Marie’s fiancée seemed to agree with him.’

‘Thorne? Well, I suppose he does—after all, he’s going to marry her.’

‘Yes.’

Eddie quirked an eyebrow. ‘You don’t sound too sure?’

‘Oh, I’m sure they’ll marry. It’s just that—well, they’re an odd couple. Dominic Thorne must be years older than her, for one thing.’