herself allowed him to use them shamelessly, then pay them off, he would continue going from woman to woman as powerful men had been doing since time began.
‘I know the way from here,’ Warwick said when they turned into Ocean View Drive.
Thirty seconds later they were driving down her aunt’s street, which ran alongside the lagoon.
The sight of the sign announcing Kate’s B & B brought a lump to Amber’s throat. How strange it would be not to have Aunt Kate open the door with her wonderfully welcoming smile.
Warwick turned the Ferrari into the driveway, which led into the large back yard where there was plenty ofroom for guests and visitors to park. Because of the way the house was located on the block, the back door had always been used as the front door. Warwick drove right up close to the back porch whilst Amber glanced around the yard.
Despite her father having mown the lawn recently, some of the flowerbeds were looking unloved. Aunt Kate had been an avid gardener and would never normally have let her roses go unpruned during the winter months. She must have felt unwell for quite some time to neglect her garden this way.
Sadness overwhelmed Amber as she looked up at the back of the two-storeyed house with its drawn curtains and general air of emptiness. A sigh—almost a sob—escaped her lips.
‘I knew it,’ Warwick said rather impatiently after he cut the engine. ‘You’re going to cry.’
It infuriated her, his lack of compassion where her aunt’s death was concerned.
Her head whipped round, her blue eyes now blazing with fury.
‘Not in front of you, I won’t be,’ she snapped, snatching her handbag up from the floor and opening the passenger door. ‘Don’t bother getting out,’ she swept on, when his hand went towards the handle on the driver’s door. ‘You’re not coming inside. I don’t want to see you ever again.’
His eyes narrowed as he glared over at her. ‘Is that so? What about the apartment? I’ll have to see you again, if you want that.’
‘Actually, I’ve been thinking about your most generous offer,’ she lied on a surge of anger. ‘I’ve decided I don’t want it. I don’t want anything from you, Warwick Kincaid, except your absence from my life.’
‘You don’t really mean that. You’re just angry with me at the moment.’
‘Too right I am.’
‘You don’t have any right to be. I haven’t treated you badly.’
‘You used me and you know it.’
‘I told you what kind of man I was up front. I warned you that I didn’t do love and marriage, or for ever. You seemed happy enough to still come along for the ride.’
Amber shook her head in a kind of despair. ‘Yes, I did. And I feel deeply ashamed of myself for doing so. All I can say in my defence is that I didn’t really believe you could be that cold-blooded.’
‘I’m not cold-blooded, as you very well know.’ And he gave her that desire-filled look again.
Amber clenched her jaw hard. ‘I don’t want to have this conversation any more, Warwick,’ she ground out. ‘It’s over. We’re over. Just go.’
‘I don’t want to leave you like this,’ he said, scowling.
‘I’ll well aware of that! I know what you want, Warwick Kincaid. But you’re not getting it. Ever again.’ She climbed out of the car and slammed the door. ‘If you don’t go, I’ll call the police.’ And she fished her mobile out of her bag.
‘I’ll ring you,’ he said.
‘Please don’t.’
‘You can’t stop me ringing you.’
‘I’ll buy a new phone.’
‘How will you afford that?’
‘I have money, Warwick,’ she enjoyed telling him. ‘You think my life began the moment you walked into it? I have almost twenty thousand dollars in my savings account. I’ll survive very well without your wretched apartment!’
‘What about your clothes? And your jewellery? ‘
‘I don’t want them, either. Maybe you can recycle some of it for your next mistress.’
He glowered up at her before starting the
‘I know the way from here,’ Warwick said when they turned into Ocean View Drive.
Thirty seconds later they were driving down her aunt’s street, which ran alongside the lagoon.
The sight of the sign announcing Kate’s B & B brought a lump to Amber’s throat. How strange it would be not to have Aunt Kate open the door with her wonderfully welcoming smile.
Warwick turned the Ferrari into the driveway, which led into the large back yard where there was plenty ofroom for guests and visitors to park. Because of the way the house was located on the block, the back door had always been used as the front door. Warwick drove right up close to the back porch whilst Amber glanced around the yard.
Despite her father having mown the lawn recently, some of the flowerbeds were looking unloved. Aunt Kate had been an avid gardener and would never normally have let her roses go unpruned during the winter months. She must have felt unwell for quite some time to neglect her garden this way.
Sadness overwhelmed Amber as she looked up at the back of the two-storeyed house with its drawn curtains and general air of emptiness. A sigh—almost a sob—escaped her lips.
‘I knew it,’ Warwick said rather impatiently after he cut the engine. ‘You’re going to cry.’
It infuriated her, his lack of compassion where her aunt’s death was concerned.
Her head whipped round, her blue eyes now blazing with fury.
‘Not in front of you, I won’t be,’ she snapped, snatching her handbag up from the floor and opening the passenger door. ‘Don’t bother getting out,’ she swept on, when his hand went towards the handle on the driver’s door. ‘You’re not coming inside. I don’t want to see you ever again.’
His eyes narrowed as he glared over at her. ‘Is that so? What about the apartment? I’ll have to see you again, if you want that.’
‘Actually, I’ve been thinking about your most generous offer,’ she lied on a surge of anger. ‘I’ve decided I don’t want it. I don’t want anything from you, Warwick Kincaid, except your absence from my life.’
‘You don’t really mean that. You’re just angry with me at the moment.’
‘Too right I am.’
‘You don’t have any right to be. I haven’t treated you badly.’
‘You used me and you know it.’
‘I told you what kind of man I was up front. I warned you that I didn’t do love and marriage, or for ever. You seemed happy enough to still come along for the ride.’
Amber shook her head in a kind of despair. ‘Yes, I did. And I feel deeply ashamed of myself for doing so. All I can say in my defence is that I didn’t really believe you could be that cold-blooded.’
‘I’m not cold-blooded, as you very well know.’ And he gave her that desire-filled look again.
Amber clenched her jaw hard. ‘I don’t want to have this conversation any more, Warwick,’ she ground out. ‘It’s over. We’re over. Just go.’
‘I don’t want to leave you like this,’ he said, scowling.
‘I’ll well aware of that! I know what you want, Warwick Kincaid. But you’re not getting it. Ever again.’ She climbed out of the car and slammed the door. ‘If you don’t go, I’ll call the police.’ And she fished her mobile out of her bag.
‘I’ll ring you,’ he said.
‘Please don’t.’
‘You can’t stop me ringing you.’
‘I’ll buy a new phone.’
‘How will you afford that?’
‘I have money, Warwick,’ she enjoyed telling him. ‘You think my life began the moment you walked into it? I have almost twenty thousand dollars in my savings account. I’ll survive very well without your wretched apartment!’
‘What about your clothes? And your jewellery? ‘
‘I don’t want them, either. Maybe you can recycle some of it for your next mistress.’
He glowered up at her before starting the
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