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‘Who are you?’ he deainst the door frame

‘You must be Daniel’s dad’ Heather stood aside to let him enter She couldn’t help herself Disapproval had seeped into her voice, and he must have noticed it, because his ebony brows pleated into a frown

‘And yousomeone…older’

Heather could have told hihbour Katherine had talked about him, of course, had told her all about his meteoric career in the city And Heather had heard between the lines a description of a workaholic, someone as driven to succeed, sos that mattered most in life A lousy son and an even lousier father

Up close and personal, he was every inch the successful businessman she had expected

He was also incredibly good-looking; this bit was doing its best to nudge a hole in her disapproval A lot better looking than those grainy pictures she had been shown in the scrap book Katherine kept of all his achieveeous Raven-black hair framed a face whose perfect, chiselled syrey and watchful, eyes that chose to give nothing away She felt a shockingly potent quiver of awareness, then thankfully the ht of her disapproval

Charitable by nature, Heather knew that it was crazy to judge a book by its cover, but she had had ance and success Soht find all that power and wealth an incredible turn on, but she knew from first-hand experience the price that had to be paid for being attracted to such dazzling light: too high

‘I have co cursorily inspected the tiny hall, with its cosy flag-stoned floor and bowls of flowers on theledges by the door, Leo swung back round to face the wo by the front door

It had been a hot day, and she earing what looked like a loose, flowing gypsy-style affair, the sort of outfit that had been fashionable once upon a ti at hiiven half a chance Leo sincerely hoped she would keep whatever was on herof an idea what it was He had no time for lectures, well-intentioned or otherwise

‘He’s just finishing his tea’

‘His tea?’

‘Dinner, if you prefer’

‘Why is he eating here? I toldto eat’

‘I guess he just got hungry’ Heather refrained fro to that statement The fact was, Daniel had refused point-blank to have dinner with his father

‘Well, thank you veryout first whether plans had been made’

This was just too much Heather slipped past Leo to the kitchen, where she told Daniel that his father was here, and registered his expression of scowling indifference Then she quietly shut the kitchen door and folded her arms

‘On the subject of plans…’ she delivered coldly, ignoring the forbidding expression on his face