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voice and wheel round to face him. Even I know I look guilty as hell and his eyes narrow on me suspiciously. “You were going to teach me how to cook.” He speaks slowly as if gauging my over-reaction. Not much gets past Jack.
I relax. He’s talking about food, not about my clandestine meeting with Laurent. “I’m gathering up ingredients.” I toss him a head of curly lettuce to keep his mind and his hands busy. “Here, wash the salad.”
He catches it deftly and moves towards the sink ripping leaves off and tossing them into a bowl. Suddenly he twists his head round and his eyes slide right over me down to my feet. My very dusty feet.
“Something you want to tell me?” he asks. He doesn’t move, edginess coming off him in waves.
I blurt it out in one go before I lose the nerve. “One of the boys from the farm came up to ask if we wanted to go to a night club in La Baule with them tonight.”
“Would that be Laurent, by any chance?”
Did he see us together? No point lying about it anyway. I’ve nothing to hide. “Yes.” I lean casually into the fridge to pull out a couple of steaks wrapped in butcher’s paper and hopefully cool my guilty blush. I can’t believe he would even remember Laurent’s name but then Jack remembers everything.
“Is there a spinner?” he asks, eyes finally roaming the kitchen equipment on view.
I’m not fooled into thinking this is resolved but I grab a clean tea towel from the drawer and lay it on the drainer next to him. Shaking off the wet leaves, I place them on the cloth and bundle them up securely in the fabric before stepping back and twirling the whole lot round my head, the way Madame has done on countless occasions.
“French country house spinner,” I explain and he snorts a brief laugh.
His features sober as he stares at my face. “You went out and spoke to him wearing that dress?”
I glance down instinctively as if I’ve forgotten what I’m wearing. “What’s wrong with it?” Okay, it’s short. Extremely short. The sort of dress you wear to the beach because it doesn’t cover very much at all.
His eyebrows arch. He flips my skirt up. “I suppose I should be grateful you’re wearing panties.”
I slap his hand away. How dare he? “That’s as good as insinuating I’m some little slapper who can’t keep her knickers on whenever there’s a man around.” I walk away in disgust but he grabs me and hauls me back.
“When a woman’s with me, she’s with me.”
“I’m not with you. I left, remember?”
“This isn’t over.”
“What? Until you say so?” I scoff.
Jack elevates one eyebrow. “Until the terms of our deal expire. I’m trying to help you.”
“And I’m no longer deluded enough to think this is about any business deal.”
Jack looks almost relieved when I say it but I’m probably deluded about that anyway.
“Why are you going out of your way to push me away?” he demands.
“I’m doing a lot less than you do with Amanda Devereaux!” I picture them, kissing and touching in public. I can only imagine what they get up to when they’re behind closed doors.
A flash of confusion hits his face. “What the hell has Amanda got to do with it?”
He’s still protecting her. He has no idea I’ve seen the way things are between them or what Amanda has revealed to me about their relationship. A flare of jealousy rips through me.
“I can’t even talk to a man I’ve known all my life just because you decide to show up and ruin things?” I shout at him. I don’t care. He’s being completely unreasonable so why can’t I?
“Not in that dress, you can’t.”
“Even if I keep my knickers on?” I know immediately I see his face, my sarcasm has taken me over an invisible line he’s drawn in the sand. Jack’s jealousy may have delighted me before but it’s simply infuriating now.
“Men will take advantage if you let them.”
“Not Laurent!”
“Even Laurent. Alone with a beautiful sexy woman, dressed like
I relax. He’s talking about food, not about my clandestine meeting with Laurent. “I’m gathering up ingredients.” I toss him a head of curly lettuce to keep his mind and his hands busy. “Here, wash the salad.”
He catches it deftly and moves towards the sink ripping leaves off and tossing them into a bowl. Suddenly he twists his head round and his eyes slide right over me down to my feet. My very dusty feet.
“Something you want to tell me?” he asks. He doesn’t move, edginess coming off him in waves.
I blurt it out in one go before I lose the nerve. “One of the boys from the farm came up to ask if we wanted to go to a night club in La Baule with them tonight.”
“Would that be Laurent, by any chance?”
Did he see us together? No point lying about it anyway. I’ve nothing to hide. “Yes.” I lean casually into the fridge to pull out a couple of steaks wrapped in butcher’s paper and hopefully cool my guilty blush. I can’t believe he would even remember Laurent’s name but then Jack remembers everything.
“Is there a spinner?” he asks, eyes finally roaming the kitchen equipment on view.
I’m not fooled into thinking this is resolved but I grab a clean tea towel from the drawer and lay it on the drainer next to him. Shaking off the wet leaves, I place them on the cloth and bundle them up securely in the fabric before stepping back and twirling the whole lot round my head, the way Madame has done on countless occasions.
“French country house spinner,” I explain and he snorts a brief laugh.
His features sober as he stares at my face. “You went out and spoke to him wearing that dress?”
I glance down instinctively as if I’ve forgotten what I’m wearing. “What’s wrong with it?” Okay, it’s short. Extremely short. The sort of dress you wear to the beach because it doesn’t cover very much at all.
His eyebrows arch. He flips my skirt up. “I suppose I should be grateful you’re wearing panties.”
I slap his hand away. How dare he? “That’s as good as insinuating I’m some little slapper who can’t keep her knickers on whenever there’s a man around.” I walk away in disgust but he grabs me and hauls me back.
“When a woman’s with me, she’s with me.”
“I’m not with you. I left, remember?”
“This isn’t over.”
“What? Until you say so?” I scoff.
Jack elevates one eyebrow. “Until the terms of our deal expire. I’m trying to help you.”
“And I’m no longer deluded enough to think this is about any business deal.”
Jack looks almost relieved when I say it but I’m probably deluded about that anyway.
“Why are you going out of your way to push me away?” he demands.
“I’m doing a lot less than you do with Amanda Devereaux!” I picture them, kissing and touching in public. I can only imagine what they get up to when they’re behind closed doors.
A flash of confusion hits his face. “What the hell has Amanda got to do with it?”
He’s still protecting her. He has no idea I’ve seen the way things are between them or what Amanda has revealed to me about their relationship. A flare of jealousy rips through me.
“I can’t even talk to a man I’ve known all my life just because you decide to show up and ruin things?” I shout at him. I don’t care. He’s being completely unreasonable so why can’t I?
“Not in that dress, you can’t.”
“Even if I keep my knickers on?” I know immediately I see his face, my sarcasm has taken me over an invisible line he’s drawn in the sand. Jack’s jealousy may have delighted me before but it’s simply infuriating now.
“Men will take advantage if you let them.”
“Not Laurent!”
“Even Laurent. Alone with a beautiful sexy woman, dressed like
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