The Secret Love-Child

Their eyes met and they smiled together.

'You'll find someone else, Isabel,' Luke said with total confidence.

'I dare say I will. But not quite like you, darling. You were one in a million. Your Celia is one lucky girl. I hope you'll be very happy together.' Privately, she didn't think they would be, but who knew? Maybe Luke was a better picker than herself when it came to falling in love. If he was really in love, that was.

"Thanks, Isabel. That's very generous of you. But we won't be rushing to the altar. Which reminds me. I will, of course, be footing the bill for any expenses your parents have encountered with the wedding. I'll send them a cheque which should cover everything, and with some left over. And I'll be doing the right thing by you, too.'

She shook her head, then slipped the solitaire-diamond engagement ring off her finger. 'No, Luke. I wasn't marrying you for your money. I know you might have thought I was, but I wasn't. I was just pleased you were successful and stable. I wanted that security for my children. And for myself.'

When she went to give him the ring, he refused to take it. 'I don't want that ring back, Isabel. It's yours. I gave it to you. You keep it, or sell it if you want to.'

Isabel came close to crying again. He really was the nicest man. He'd have made a wonderful father.

She shrugged and slipped the ring onto her right hand. 'If you insist,' she said, using every bit of her will-power to keep it together. 'But I won't sell it. I'll wear it. It's a beautiful ring. Fortunate, though, that I didn't find any wedding rings I liked yesterday, so at least we don't have to return them.''

Isabel was still amazed by the fact that less than twenty-four hours ago Luke had been very happy with her. But, as they said in the classics, there was many a slip 'twixt the cup and the lip.

She sighed, then stared regretfully into her now empty glass. 'I'd better go get you your credit card while you're here.' And while she could still stand. That whisky was really working now.

'That can wait,' Luke said before she could get up. 'I want to finish discussing the rest of my financial obligations first.'

She frowned. 'What other financial obligations could you possibly have?'

'I owe you, Isabel. More than a ring's worth.'

'No, you don't, Luke. I never lived with you. I have no claim on you other than the expenses for the wedding.'

'That's not the way I see it. You gave up your job to become my wife. You expected to be going on your honeymoon in a fortnight's time and possibly becoming a mother in the near future. Aside from that, married to me, you would never have had to worry about money for the rest of your life. I can't help you with the honeymoon or the becoming a mother bit now, but I can give you the financial security for life that you deserve.'

'Luke, truly, you don't have to do this.'

'Yes. I do. Now listen up.'

Isabel listened up, amazed when Luke insisted she have his town house in Turramurra, as well as a portfolio of blue-chip stocks and shares which would provide her with an independent income for life. It seemed his father had been a very rich man. And now so was Luke.

She thought about refusing, but then decided that would just be her pride talking. At least now she wouldn't have to worry about having to live here under her parents' roof till she found another job. Her mother was going to be very upset when she found out the wedding was off.

She smiled a wry smile at this wonderful man she had hoped to marry. 'I always knew you were a winner. But I'd have preferred you as my husband rather than my sugar-daddy.'

'You've no idea how sorry I am about all this, Isabel,' Luke apologised again. 'I wouldn't have hurt you for the world. You're a great girl. But the moment I saw Celia, I was a goner.'

Isabel's mind flew straight to the moment she first saw Rafe Saint Vincent today. She hadn't been a goner. But she might have been, if he'd come on to her. Thank heaven he hadn't.

'She must be something, this Celia.'

'She's very special.'

And very beautiful, no doubt, Isabel deduced, with a body made for sin and eyes which drew you and held you and corrupted you. Just as Rafe's eyes had today.

He'd fancied her. Isabel hadn't liked to admit it to herself before this, but she'd sensed his male interest at the time. She'd sensed it from the first second they'd looked at each other. She always sensed things like that

You could go back for your phone after Luke leaves. You could tell Rafe the wedding's off. You could...

No, no, she screamed at herself. Not again. Never again!

'Okay, so tell me all,' she demanded of Luke, desperately needing distraction from her escalatingly dangerous thoughts. 'And don't leave out anything...'

CHAPTER FOUR

RAFE noticed the phone she'd left behind almost immediately. He snatched it up from the coffee-table and was running out after her when he stopped and waited to see if she remembered and came back for it herself. But she didn't, and he just stood in the hallway and listened to her drive off.