Two's Company

  Two's Company

  By

  Carole Mortimer

  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  'You've never had a boyfriend?'

  He eyed her disbelievingly.

  Just the one. Simon. But he had died. And she hadn't allowed herself to love anyone since him.

  Liam's mouth twisted. 'You seem to be taking a long time finding an answer to that question,' he taunted.

  She drew in a deep, steadying breath. She had no intention of owning up to a boyfriend, because she had no intention of talking about Simon. Certainly not to this man.

  'Why is my personal life of interest to you, Liam?' She used his first name deliberately now, the familiarity putting them back on an equal footing. 'Our discussion is merely on a business level,' she reminded him firmly.

  He calmly met the challenge in her gaze. 'I like to know all there is to know about the people I do business with.'

  Carole Mortimer is the youngest of three children and grew up in a small Bedfordshire village with her parents and two brothers. She still loves nothing more than going 'home' to visit her family. In her mid-thirties, she now has three very active sons, four cats and a dog, which doesn't leave her a lot of time for hobbies! She has written over eighty romance novels for Mills & Boon.

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  CHAPTER ONE

  'You're standing in the way of my view.'

  Juliet turned towards the source of the voice, startled out of her early morning reverie by its intrusion, even more startled when she saw the man frowning across at her as he lay on a lounger on the patio a short distance away.

  She had been totally unaware of anyone else's presence as she stood near the sea-shore staring out across the calm water, the beauty of the sunrise reflected on that water also lost on her as she wondered how much longer she was going to have to stay here. To most people it wouldn't have been a hardship to stay on at this exclusive hotel on the paradise island of Majorca, but Juliet wasn't most people, and she wasn't here to enjoy herself!

  And she certainly wasn't in the mood to put up with what she considered to be this man's rudeness; he might have paid to stay in this hotel too—as she knew, very much so! —but the cost of his hotel suite didn't give him exclusive rights to the view.

  Grey eyes surrounded by long dark lashes flashed a warning of her displeasure at being attacked in this way. 'I thought the view belonged to everyone,' she snapped back, putting up a hand to push the heavy swath of her blazing red hair back over her shoulder, having left her own suite earlier without bothering to secure it at her nape as she usually did.

  She had been on the island almost a week now, and she found the nights the most difficult to deal with. She had no trouble keeping herself occupied during the day, but at night she would fall into a troubled sleep for a couple of hours, and then wake up at about three o'clock in the morning unable to go back to sleep again. She had taken to going for long walks along the sea-shore as soon as it became light, and this morning had been no exception.

  Two more days, she had decided on this morning's walk, and then she would give up her vigil and go back home to England. She was solving absolutely nothing by staying on here anyway; the person she had come here to see just wasn't going to put in an appearance, and she might as well accept that.

  The man stood up from the lounger, tall and lithe in a black T-shirt and fitted denims, his over-long hair glinting golden in the sunshine, eyes the blue of the water lapping in front of them, and squinted in the bright early morning sun as he stared across the width of his patio-area at her.

  It was only just after six o'clock in the morning, too early for any of the other hotel guests to be up and about, and Juliet was suddenly aware, as the man walked towards her, of just how alone the two of them were. And he didn't exactly sound friendly, either; in fact, he was distinctly hostile!

  As he came to stand just in front of her Juliet realised exactly how tall he was, dwarfing her five feet two in height by at least a foot, making her even more conscious of her own vulnerability alone on the sea-shore with him.

  'The view does belong to everyone,' he murmured in that husky voice. 'I was just surprised to see someone else out and about this early in the morning.'

  And that gave him the right to be rude to her? As far as apologies went it wasn't exactly effusive, but then this man gave the impression of rarely, if ever, making apologies for anything!

  Up close like this he looked to be in his late thirties, had a ruggedly handsome face, dark lashes surrounding those sharply alert blue eyes, his nose long and straight, his mouth a sculptured curve, the chin square and powerful. And he was looking down that long nose at her now, no matter how pleasant his words just now might have sounded.

  Juliet shrugged, her own clothing similar to his except that the T-shirt tucked into the narrow waistband of her jeans was navy blue in colour. She looked very small and slight next to his much more forceful physique.

  'The morning is the most beautiful part of the day,' she dismissed—although at three o'clock in the morning she hadn't been quite so sure about that!

  'I happen to agree,' he nodded, still looking at her with those piercing blue eyes—eyes that seemed to miss nothing.

  For all that he was dressed casually he didn't look like the usual holiday-makers Juliet had so far seen at this exclusive hotel. Most of them, including the men, were more interested in making a fashion statement with their clothing than actually relaxing and enjoying the sun and the sea, and this man gave the impression that he didn't give a damn about fashion, that he dressed for comfort, and to hell with what anyone else thought about the way he looked. Even that slightly waving golden-coloured hair was unfashionably long. Although she could be making a complete misjudgement—she very often did—and later on, when he was joined by his fashion-conscious wife and spoilt teenage children, she would know that she had!

  'Well, if you'll excuse me…' She gave him a bright dismissive smile before turning away.

  'No,' he said abruptly from behind her.

  Juliet turned with a frown; what did he mean, no?

  'I ordered coffee a few minutes ago,' he smiled, revealing even white teeth, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

  It was amazing the difference that smile made to his face; he no longer looked remote and slightly daunting, and certainly not hostile. But, nevertheless, Juliet was still somewhat perplexed by his manner.

  'Why don't you join me?' he offered smoothly.

  Her grey eyes widened. Really, she had just met the man, and he had been distinctly rude from the first, and now he had the nerve to ask her to join him for coffee. 'Wouldn't your wife think that rather odd?' she returned with sweet sarcasm.

  She had kept herself very much to herself since her arrival here, resisted all the attempts of the other guests to try and include her in their activities. She was very much a loner anyway, so that hadn't been difficult for her to do; she certainly had no intention of joining this man for coffee—or anything else.

  His mouth twisted. 'I don't have a wife,' he told her drily. 'And even if I did I can't see anything wrong in my asking you to join me for a cup of coffee!'


  Colour warmed Juliet's cheeks at what she sensed was his mockery. Maybe she was being a little overcautious, but her experiences of life so far had taught her to have very little trust in other people-especially some lone man she had accidentally met like this.

  'I don't—'

  'Could you put the tray on the table, please? And bring another cup.' The golden-haired stranger talked past Juliet and over her shoulder, and as she turned she could see the waiter arriving with his tray of coffee things. In fact, it wasn't just coffee; there were rolls and croissants there too.

  And he was obviously a man used to giving orders and expecting them to be obeyed, she thought as she watched the waiter putting the tray down on the table on the patio before going off to get the second cup.

  'Come and sit down,' he offered now, strolling back on to his patio with long, easy strides. 'Would you like something to eat?' He indicated the rolls and croissants. 'There's plenty here for two.'

  Juliet gave him a perplexed frown. She hadn't exactly got around to refusing his offer of coffee, but it must have been obvious to him that she had been about to do so when the waiter arrived. And yet he was choosing to ignore that. He had also put her in a position where it would look very churlish of her to refuse the offer now.

  She joined him on the patio to his suite with some reluctance, the man waiting to resume his seat until she had made herself comfortable in one of the four chairs arranged around the table, and choosing the one directly to her left rather than the one opposite which she had been hoping he would opt for.

  'Nothing to eat for me, thank you,' she refused stiltedly, not exactly comfortable with this situation; she felt as if she had been coerced into it, and it didn't sit well with her normally self-sufficient nature.

  He gave her a considering look. 'You look as if a few pounds in weight wouldn't do you any harm.' He arched pointed brows at her almost boyish figure.

  Juliet was well aware of the fact that she was probably more slender now than she had ever been in her twenty-seven years, and that it didn't exactly suit her to be this thin, but she certainly didn't appreciate this man telling her so. 'Just coffee, thanks,' she told him abruptly, intending to drink up as quickly as possible and make her escape.

  But as he nodded before pouring the steaming hot brew into the waiting cup she knew that that wasn't going to be immediately possible, not unless she wanted to make a complete idiot of herself by scalding her mouth in her haste! She added plenty of cream when he placed the cup in front of her, but even so she knew it was still going to be too hot to drink just yet.

  'I'm Liam, by the way.' He looked at her enquiringly.

  'Juliet,' she muttered into her cup, just as unforthcoming, before taking a hesitant sip of the steaming liquid. It was as hot as she had suspected, and she put the cup back down again, resigned to spending more time than she wanted in this man's company.

  'Thanks.' He smiled dismissively at the waiter as he arrived with the other cup and saucer. 'Are you here on business or pleasure?'

  Juliet looked up at him sharply as she realised that he was once again talking to her. 'Business?' she echoed tautly.

  He shrugged broad shoulders, relaxing back in his chair. 'There are plenty of business opportunities here. Even this hotel is up for sale.'

  And she hardly looked in a position to buy one of the Carlyle hotels! 'So I believe,' she answered non-committally. 'Is that why you're here?' she returned challengingly.

  He shook his head. 'This is purely a pleasure trip for me. I was just curious about you; you don't look the usual type to book into an adventure playground like this one.' He raised questioning brows at her.

  Juliet bristled with indignation. What 'type' did she look? Oh, he was right, of course, but even so…!

  And he hardly looked like the bored socialite in search of the sun—a description which seemed to fit most of the guests here. 'It seemed like a good idea at the time.' She shrugged dismissively.

  Liam nodded. 'Thinking about a holiday and actually taking one are two different things, aren't they?' he said drily.

  'But you've only just arrived here—I mean, I haven't seen you around for the last week,' she explained awkwardly, that colour back in her cheeks as she realised that she had given away the fact that he was the sort of man she would have noticed if she had seen him before. But she would have done; he was hardly the type of man to be overlooked in a crowd, let alone here at this hotel! Nevertheless, she felt a little embarrassed at having acknowledged the fact.

  'I arrived last night. As you said, it seemed like a good idea at the time,' he added grimly. 'Now I'm not so sure.'

  'You've hardly given yourself time,' Juliet pointed out.

  Liam looked at her over the rim of his coffee-cup, having ignored the cream and sugar to drink it black. 'How long have you been here?' he drawled.

  She shrugged. 'Almost a week.'

  'And?' He arched blond brows.

  She suddenly realised the point he was making. 'I didn't come here with the intention of enjoying myself,' she snapped irritably.

  He sat back once again. 'No? Then you are here on business?'

  This man was altogether too curious, too probing, too damned direct! 'Perhaps,' she returned non-committally, trying the coffee once again, just wanting to drink it and be on her way back to her own suite of rooms.

  'I'm not that daunting, am I?'

  She looked up sharply to find that Liam was watching her, amusement dancing in those deep blue eyes now as he looked pointedly at the half-empty cup in her hand. Juliet put the cup back in its saucer with a clatter. 'I think I should get back to my suite now. I would like to shower and change before breakfast,' she told him stiltedly.

  He nodded. 'Join me for lunch?'

  She stiffened defensively. 'No, I—'

  'We're both on our own, Juliet,' he cut in reasonably. 'It's ridiculous for the two of us to eat alone.'

  She stood up abruptly, her hair falling loosely over her narrow shoulders, a blaze of red in the sunshine. 'I prefer to eat alone, thank you,' she snapped. 'And I'm certainly not here for a pickup!' She was breathing hard in her agitation.

  Liam appeared unmoved by her outburst, looking at her consideringly. 'I didn't for one moment think that you were,' he finally said softly.

  Juliet gave him one last frowning look before turning on her heel and hurrying away across the garden to the main entrance of the hotel, very conscious as she did so that he was watching every step of her departure.

  She began to breathe easily again once she was inside the reception area, although the haste of her steps didn't lessen as she hurried over to the lift and waited impatiently for its arrival to the ground floor. Not that she thought for one moment that the man, Liam, would follow her; she just felt completely disturbed by the whole encounter, wanted to get to the privacy of her own suite as quickly as possible so that she could begin to relax her jangled nerves.

  Not that Liam had been the first man to show some sort of interest in her since her arrival here. There had been several other single men in the complex who had obviously seen her as a prime target for a holiday romance, although she hadn't thought any of them particularly had romance in mind, more like a bed-partner for the duration of their stay! But she hadn't been interested in any of their overtures, and she certainly wasn't interested in Liam's either.

  It wasn't that he wasn't an attractive man—she would be fooling herself if she didn't acknowledge that—but she wasn't interested in a relationship of any kind, of any duration, with anyone.

  She had come here for quite a different reason, and after six days of waiting she had to accept that it had been a wasted journey. It had been made out of desperation anyway—a last-ditch attempt to locate and talk to Edward Carlyle before it was too late. The problem was that he had made it very clear that he didn't want to talk to her, that he had nothing to say to her, and it had been a purely accidental comment, made by the secretary she had plagued for days for information of his wherea
bouts, which had made it possible for her to know that he would be on the island of Majorca at this time to meet a prospective buyer for his hotel. This hotel.

  Instead of showering and changing as she had said she was going to she lay on the bed staring up at the pristine white ceiling. Time was running out, and she just didn't know what to do to stop everything collapsing around her ears. Edward Carlyle was the key, she knew that, but she also knew he had every intention of letting things collapse.

  She had never met the man, but she knew of him from his father, William, knew that the two men had argued years before, with Edward leaving the family and the family business with a vow never to return to either. And now that family business was in danger of falling. Without Edward Carlyle's intervention, that was exactly what it was going to do. And so far he had proved impervious to her request that the two of them should meet to discuss the matter.

  She had been stunned when on William's death two months ago, his will had revealed that he had left Carlyle Properties jointly between Juliet and his remaining son Edward, his younger son having died several years earlier. As William's personal assistant Juliet obviously knew how to run the company, but with a completely joint ownership between herself and Edward Carlyle, an exact fifty-fifty split, it was impossible for her to make any major decisions without the approval of the other partner. And Edward Carlyle refused even to acknowledge her letters, let alone come to England and talk over the running of the business.

  It was deliberate, Juliet was sure of that. She knew that even though his father was now dead Edward Carlyle must still harbour feelings of anger towards William, that the family rift was still there despite the death of one of the participants. Edward Carlyle was going to let his father's property business fail simply by being indifferent to its existence!

  Obviously, with the success of his own chain of exclusive hotels all over the world, Edward Carlyle didn't need Carlyle Properties, but Juliet felt a sense of loyalty to William to keep the company going. He had done so much for her, she didn't want to let him down now…