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pulling on the robe she held, belting it so tightly round her waist that she pinched the skin underneath painfully.
‘It was a mistake we should be glad we never made.’
‘Absolutely.’
Damon’s glare threatened to shrivel her right where she stood and bitterness and pain at his hypocrisy stabbed straight to her already wounded heart. The anguish pushed her into wild, unthinking words.
‘Since when did you get so picky?’
‘Picky?’
For a rare moment he frowned his incomprehension.
‘I didn’t put you down as the fastidious type!’ Sarah elaborated cynically. The memory of Eugenia, beautiful, dark, exotic Eugenia, her looks so unlike Sarah’s very Celtic pallor and red hair, gave her words an added bitter bite.
‘I’m not just some sexual opportunist.’
‘Of course not! You were just driven wild with passion for me!’
‘So wild that I stupidly forgot what you are,’ Damon muttered darkly.
‘What I am…?’
Sarah froze in horror at his tone, looking into the carved coldness of his face, trying to read what was behind the black rejection in his eyes—and failing miserably.
‘What am I, Damon?’
The look he flung at her said so plainly, You know what you are, that she almost thought she had heard the words spoken aloud, and she started in shocked surprise when he actually answered her as well.
‘The sort of woman who will take a new man to bed when the door has barely closed on her last lover.’
‘A new…’
Sarah swallowed hard but still the words seemed to gather in a tight knot in her throat.
‘A new man!’ she managed to croak. ‘But you’re not a new man, are you, Damon, darling? You’re the past—over and done with. Nothing to me any more—or ever again.’
And right now she wished that it were true. At this moment she longed to be able to go back to the wonderful, if fleeting, days of peace she had known when she had thought that she was over Damon. That she had put their brief and unhappy marriage behind her and was ready to move on into the future.
But the truth was that she couldn’t. And the volatile mixture of love and hatred that she felt was boiling up inside her, creating a violent volcano of emotion over which she had no control at all.
‘Not quite the past, agape mou ,’ Damon tossed back with icy contempt. ‘In the eyes of the law you’re still tied to me; I’m still your husband.’
‘And I wish you weren’t! I wish I’d never set eyes on you; never been fool enough to say I’d marry you!’
‘Nevertheless you are still my wife…’
‘No, I’m not!’
That emotive word was just too much for her, driving her into desperate action. Whirling towards the bed, she snatched up the nearest thing to hand—one of the big, feather-stuffed pillows—and flung it straight at him with all the force she could muster.
‘I’m not! I’m not! I’m not !’
Caught off guard, Damon didn’t manage to protect himself from the first attack so that the pillow flew straight at him and hit him hard in the face, temporarily knocking him off balance. But he recovered with incredible speed, righting himself in time to catch both the second and third missile and drop them coolly to the floor.
‘I’m not your wife—not any more! I’d rather be anything else than that! And I don’t give a damn about the law either! All I want is for you to go—get out of here and leave me alone!’
‘OK.’ Damon was surprisingly agreeable, making her blink in stunned confusion at his easy acquiescence. ‘I’ll do that. I need to get my things from the car and bring them in anyway.’
‘Get your…’
That was not what she had meant. And it was certainly not what she wanted!
‘You’re not staying here!’
‘Oh, but I am, sweetheart,’ he returned imperturbably. ‘Where else would I stay?’
‘Anywhere—a hotel…’
‘Don’t be silly, Sarah,’ he chided almost gently. ‘Why would I want to pay out good money for a hotel when I have the whole house
‘It was a mistake we should be glad we never made.’
‘Absolutely.’
Damon’s glare threatened to shrivel her right where she stood and bitterness and pain at his hypocrisy stabbed straight to her already wounded heart. The anguish pushed her into wild, unthinking words.
‘Since when did you get so picky?’
‘Picky?’
For a rare moment he frowned his incomprehension.
‘I didn’t put you down as the fastidious type!’ Sarah elaborated cynically. The memory of Eugenia, beautiful, dark, exotic Eugenia, her looks so unlike Sarah’s very Celtic pallor and red hair, gave her words an added bitter bite.
‘I’m not just some sexual opportunist.’
‘Of course not! You were just driven wild with passion for me!’
‘So wild that I stupidly forgot what you are,’ Damon muttered darkly.
‘What I am…?’
Sarah froze in horror at his tone, looking into the carved coldness of his face, trying to read what was behind the black rejection in his eyes—and failing miserably.
‘What am I, Damon?’
The look he flung at her said so plainly, You know what you are, that she almost thought she had heard the words spoken aloud, and she started in shocked surprise when he actually answered her as well.
‘The sort of woman who will take a new man to bed when the door has barely closed on her last lover.’
‘A new…’
Sarah swallowed hard but still the words seemed to gather in a tight knot in her throat.
‘A new man!’ she managed to croak. ‘But you’re not a new man, are you, Damon, darling? You’re the past—over and done with. Nothing to me any more—or ever again.’
And right now she wished that it were true. At this moment she longed to be able to go back to the wonderful, if fleeting, days of peace she had known when she had thought that she was over Damon. That she had put their brief and unhappy marriage behind her and was ready to move on into the future.
But the truth was that she couldn’t. And the volatile mixture of love and hatred that she felt was boiling up inside her, creating a violent volcano of emotion over which she had no control at all.
‘Not quite the past, agape mou ,’ Damon tossed back with icy contempt. ‘In the eyes of the law you’re still tied to me; I’m still your husband.’
‘And I wish you weren’t! I wish I’d never set eyes on you; never been fool enough to say I’d marry you!’
‘Nevertheless you are still my wife…’
‘No, I’m not!’
That emotive word was just too much for her, driving her into desperate action. Whirling towards the bed, she snatched up the nearest thing to hand—one of the big, feather-stuffed pillows—and flung it straight at him with all the force she could muster.
‘I’m not! I’m not! I’m not !’
Caught off guard, Damon didn’t manage to protect himself from the first attack so that the pillow flew straight at him and hit him hard in the face, temporarily knocking him off balance. But he recovered with incredible speed, righting himself in time to catch both the second and third missile and drop them coolly to the floor.
‘I’m not your wife—not any more! I’d rather be anything else than that! And I don’t give a damn about the law either! All I want is for you to go—get out of here and leave me alone!’
‘OK.’ Damon was surprisingly agreeable, making her blink in stunned confusion at his easy acquiescence. ‘I’ll do that. I need to get my things from the car and bring them in anyway.’
‘Get your…’
That was not what she had meant. And it was certainly not what she wanted!
‘You’re not staying here!’
‘Oh, but I am, sweetheart,’ he returned imperturbably. ‘Where else would I stay?’
‘Anywhere—a hotel…’
‘Don’t be silly, Sarah,’ he chided almost gently. ‘Why would I want to pay out good money for a hotel when I have the whole house
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