Fear Of Love. Carole Mortimer
all for that,’ he said throatily. ‘Kiss me some more.’
She did, her arms about his neck, her body pressed against him. They were so engrossed in each other they didn’t hear the approaching footsteps on the gravel pathway.
‘I hate to interrupt the two of you,’ drawled a familiar taunting voice, ‘but I have to take you home, Alexandra.’
She looked up at Dominic Tempest, her hair wild, her eyes slightly glazed and her mouth bare of lipstick. She moved hurriedly out of Roger’s arms, smoothing her hair down self-consciously.
She licked her lips. ‘What did you say? And what are you doing here anyway?’ she asked resentfully, some of her composure returning. Why should she feel embarassed? He hadn’t this morning.
‘I’ve come to take you home,’ he repeated. ‘Roger’s parents told me you were down here.’
Alexandra stood up, challenge in every line of her body. ‘What do you mean, you’ve come to take me home? Just who do you think you are? I don’t have—–’
‘Gail’s been taken to hospital, Alex,’ Dominic told her quietly.
Her face paled. ‘To hospital? But why? I don’t understand.’
‘It’s quite simple. She collapsed shortly after you walked out of there this morning,’ he told her calmly.
‘Oh, darling!’ Roger held her in his arms, kissing her forehead gently. ‘She’ll be all right, Alexandra, I’m sure of it.’
‘Oh yes, she’ll be all right,’ Dominic Tempest agreed coldly. ‘Now that she’s safely in hospital away from Alexandra’s childish displays of temper.’
ROGER flushed furiously. ‘Now look here, you can’t go around saying things like that! Alexandra can’t be held responsible for—–’
‘I think Alex knows she can be held entirely responsible,’ the elder man interrupted. ‘She knew the delicacy of Gail’s condition, but she went ahead with her stupid personal grudge against me, walking out of the house swearing vengeance for some wrong she believes me to have done her.’
‘But you—–’
‘He’s right, Roger,’ Alexandra said dully. ‘I did walk out of the house with the intention of going to see him, and I did tell Gail. She’s eight months pregnant, I should have realised it would upset her.’
‘Yes, you should have,’ Dominic agreed abruptly. ‘Like I told you earlier, you’re utterly selfish. Now, if you’re ready, I’ll take you to the hospital. Gail will want to see you.’
‘Is she going to be all right?’ Her eyes pleaded for him to say yes.
‘With rest and being kept under observation they think she’s going to be fine, no thanks to you.’
‘That’s enough, Tempest,’ Roger said angrily. ‘Can’t you see how upset she is? There’s no need to keep saying things like that to her.’
‘There’s every need, damn you!’ Dominic snapped forcefully. ‘Alexandra has to be made to see how her thoughtlessness can hurt other people. We’re lucky the baby isn’t being born right now.’
Alexandra raised distressed eyes. ‘It isn’t, is it?’
‘No,’ he gave her an impatient look. ‘Are you ready to leave, because I’m going back to the hospital now whether you come or not. Trevor needs a little moral support at the moment.’ He turned sharply on his heel and began walking back towards the house.
‘Dominic!’ she cried out his name, beginning to run after him. ‘Wait for me!’
He didn’t look at her as she ran to keep up with him. ‘I don’t have the time.’
She clutched at his arm. ‘Please, Dominic,’ she pleaded. ‘Tell me how Gail is.’
At last he looked at her, his eyes cold. ‘I’ll tell you in the car if you really want to know, but I’ve wasted enough time on you for one day. I’ve been looking for you for over an hour now. Why the hell didn’t you stop when I waved you down?’
‘I—–’
‘You thought you were being clever, getting one up on me,’ he guessed correctly.
‘Well, I—– Was that what the telephone call was about?’
‘Yes.’ They had reached his car by now. He wrenched open his car door and got in behind the wheel. ‘If you want to know any more get in.’
‘But—– My car,’ she said desperately.
Dominic started the engine. ‘Leave it.’
‘I can’t do that. It—–’
‘Then don’t.’ He started to reverse the car out of the driveway.
‘Dominic, wait!’ She turned desperately to Roger. ‘I want to go with him, he can tell me more about Gail on the way. My car—would you drive it over later for me?’
‘Of course, darling,’ he kissed her lightly on the lips: ‘Call me and let me know how your sister is.’
‘I will.’
Dominic hardly gave her time to get in the car before accelerating down the road. ‘That kid’s like a lapdog,’ he remarked grimly. ‘He does exactly as you say.’
She flushed angrily. ‘He was only trying to be helpful.’
‘I hope I didn’t interrupt anything just now,’ he taunted. ‘You looked like you were just getting started.’
‘We weren’t,’ she answered tautly.
He shrugged. ‘You looked as if you were. His parents said you were playing tennis, but you looked as if you were playing something else to me.’
‘We were just going to play tennis,’ she said resentfully.
‘It looked like it. And you said my display this morning was disgusting!’
Her eyes flashed her dislike of him. ‘I didn’t come with you to be insulted. You said you’d tell me about Gail.’
‘So far there isn’t a lot to tell you, except that she has to stay in hospital.’
She nodded. ‘Just for a few days. I can spend the time getting the house spring-cleaned for her return,’ she continued eagerly.
Dominic shook his head. ‘She isn’t staying in for a couple of days, Alex. The doctors have decided it will be better for both her and the baby if she spends the last few weeks before the baby is born resting in a hospital bed.’
‘But that—that’s four weeks away,’ she gasped in dismay. ‘She has to stay in all that time?’
‘At the moment they think it best.’
‘How awful for her! I would hate to be in hospital all that time.’
‘So will she, so you can damn well behave yourself when you see her. Gail is to have no worries whatsoever.’
‘I wouldn’t dream of worrying her,’ she said indignantly.
He drove into the car park of the hospital. ‘Then make sure you don’t.’
‘Now look, I don’t have to take this from you. You aren’t—–’
Dominic turned with barely concealed violence to face her. ‘You’ll take from me exactly what I care to give out! At the moment I could quite easily beat the hell out of you and not feel a moment’s remorse.’
Alexandra