‘True. But if she dies-when she trusted me-?’
‘She would have died if she had not trusted you,’ Maggie insisted. ‘You did the right thing.’
‘Thank you for saying that. I needed to know that someone-’ He stopped and looked at her with surprise, as though he’d only just realised what he was saying, and to whom. His face became reserved again, but he said, ‘I mean-that I must thank you for what you did for her. It was kind. You have the gift.’
He didn’t elaborate and she looked at him with a frown.
‘It is a gift that some have,’ he said quietly. ‘They calm fear and inspire trust.’
‘It seems that you have the gift yourself.’
‘It’s natural for her to trust the head of her family. She trusts you for yourself.’
Then he seemed to become embarrassed, and looked around for Catalina. They found her sitting in a corner, playing with a small child who was waiting with his mother.
‘I think I’d better be going,’ Maggie said.
‘No,’ Sebastian said at once. ‘Isabella will look for you when she comes round. You must stay here with us.’
Maggie was silent, confused. Despite their truce she still felt an instinctive need to get right away from him. While she hesitated he added gravely, ‘I would be grateful if you would oblige me.’
‘Very well. But only until I know Isabella is safe.’
He gave her a curt nod. ‘I shan’t ask you to endure my company longer than that.’
CHAPTER THREE
DESPITE the surgeon’s fears Isabella came through the operation well, and awoke in the early hours. The three who had waited for the news emerged into the dawn, tired and slightly disorientated. Sebastian hailed a cab and urged Maggie into it.
‘I should go home,’ she said, yawning.
‘Later. We have matters to discuss.’
In the short distance back to the hotel she slipped into a half doze. Through it she could just hear Catalina prattling away in a non-stop monologue, punctuated by Sebastian’s bored ‘Really?’, ‘Indeed!’ and ‘Quite!’
At the hotel he ordered breakfast to be sent up. While he made phone calls the two women went to Catalina’s room, where she stripped off and announced that she was going to have a bath. Maggie would have liked to do the same but she had to settle for borrowing one of Isabella’s ‘granny’ cardigans in a shade of deadly grey, which she slipped on over her bare shoulders.
When she returned to the sitting room, breakfast had arrived. Sebastian grimaced at the sight of her dowdy attire. ‘It suits Isabella better,’ he said wryly. ‘She is past being attractive to men.’
‘And I,’ Maggie retorted with spirit, ‘am indifferent to men.’
‘That is a lie and we both know it,’ he asserted calmly. ‘But this is neither the time nor the place to discuss that.’
‘Never and nowhere! That’s the time and place to discuss it.’
‘Sit down and eat. We have to decide what to do.’
‘We?’ Maggie enquired ironically.
He refused to rise to her bait. ‘Catalina and I will leave for Spain tomorrow. I need you to come with us and remain until the wedding.’
‘Certainly not!’ Maggie said without hesitation. ‘And leave Isabella alone here where she doesn’t know anyone? How can you be so inconsiderate?’
‘If you would allow me to finish,’ he said with some asperity, ‘I could tell you that while you were out of the room I arranged for her sister to fly to London. She will arrive this afternoon, and stay until Isabella can travel.’
‘I’m very happy for them both, but I gave you my notice yesterday, and nothing has changed.’
‘Nonsense, everything has changed,’ he said impatiently. ‘Even you must see that.’
‘Yesterday I was a disreputable woman who was dragging Catalina into dens of vice. Now you’re ready to forget that because I can be useful to you.’
He had the grace to redden. ‘I may have spoken hastily. Catalina has given me a full account of your evening, including the fact that she pressured you into buying that erotic dress.’
‘It’s not erotic,’ she said quickly, drawing the edges of the grey woolly together.
‘If it wasn’t erotic, you wouldn’t be wearing that thing over it.’
‘I’m surprised you believed Catalina,’ Maggie said, hastily changing tack. ‘Surely you know that under my influence she tells lies?’
‘She’s told lies since she was a little girl,’ Sebastian admitted wryly. ‘You have nothing to do with it. Besides, I always know when she’s lying, and this time she wasn’t.’
‘When did she tell you all this?’
‘In the cab, half an hour ago.’
‘Oh, that’s what she was saying. I was half asleep and just heard her voice distantly. And, of course, your replies. I could tell you were simply fascinated.’
He gave her a black look. ‘It’s true I don’t take easily to the prattling of children,’ he said defensively.
‘Well, you’d better get used to it, if you’re going to marry her.’
‘Can we stick to the matter in hand?’
‘That’s easy. You say, “Come to Spain”; I say, “No way.” End of conversation. What do you want me for, anyway?’
‘I’m Catalina’s guardian as well as her fiance. From tomorrow she will be living in my house. She must have a chaperone.’
‘In this day and age?’
‘Spain is not England. Our belief in propriety may seem a little old-fashioned to you, but it’s important to us. I hope that you’ll change your mind, for her sake. She’ll need a female companion in the last weeks before our marriage.’
Something constrained in his manner caught Maggie’s attention and a suspicion crept into her mind. ‘I see what it is,’ she said. ‘Propriety, my foot! You want me to keep her occupied so that you won’t have to listen to her chattering.’
A hint of ruefulness crept into his eyes, and for a moment he almost allowed himself to grin. ‘I feel sure she would be happier for your presence. Please oblige me in this.’
‘But this is December. Your wedding isn’t until next March.’
‘I forgot to mention that I’ve arranged for it to be moved up to the second week in January.’
‘I have every intention of telling her when she comes out to breakfast.’
‘And suppose she has other ideas?’ Maggie demanded, incensed almost past bearing by this high- handedness.
‘We’ll ask her, shall we?’
Catalina appeared at that moment, dressed in slacks and sweater. ‘Oh, good!’ she exclaimed when she saw the breakfast table. ‘I’m so hungry.
‘I was just explaining to Senora Cortez that official business obliges me to bring forward our wedding date to next month,’ Sebastian said smoothly.
Catalina gave a little scream. ‘But I can’t be ready by then. I haven’t even chosen a bridal dress.’
‘Senora Cortez will help you decide when we return to Granada.’
‘Oh, Maggie, you’re coming to Spain? That will be wonderful.’
‘Now, wait-I haven’t said-besides, you’ve missed the point. He’s changed the date without consulting you.’
Catalina gave a resigned little shrug. ‘He does everything without consulting me. This bacon looks lovely.’
It was hopeless, Maggie realised, trying to make an impression on Catalina’s butterfly mind. Last night Catalina had talked bravely under the influence of Maggie’s strong personality. Today she was under Sebastian’s even stronger influence. She listened while he explained that Isabella’s sister would be arriving that afternoon, and the
