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Mother Of The Bride
Carole Mortimer


Carole Mortimer is one of Mills & Boon�s best loved Modern Romance authors. With nearly 200 books published and a career spanning 35 years, Mills & Boon are thrilled to present her complete works available to download for the very first time! Rediscover old favourites - and find new ones! - in this fabulous collection�Reunited with her husbandTwo years ago, Helen Palmer married powerful, dynamic Zack Neilson to fulfil a beloved matriarch's dying wish. It had simply been a marriage of convenience and�afraid of the longings he had unleashed in her body and soul�Helen immediately cut Zack out of her life�But when her eighteen-year-old daughter�from a previous disastrous union�announces her engagement to Zack's son, Helen can�t avoid her husband any longer. Zack is back in her life�and this time he's not leaving!












Mother of the Bride

Carole Mortimer







www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)




Table of Contents


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Title Page (#u451c7229-6c10-5360-a493-7e9dca28e551)

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

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CHAPTER ONE (#u06f0b525-21d8-5e8e-a4d6-4cc464501101)


Mr G. Neilson

and Miss E. Palmer.

The engagement is joyfully announced between Gregory, son of Mr Z. Neilson, of Knightsbridge, London, and Emily, daughter of Mrs H. Palmer, of London, W14.

HELEN choked on a mouthful of orange juice as the announcement in The Times almost seemed to leap out of the page at her. Emily and Greg? What on earth��? This had to be some sort of practical joke! There was no way��

�What is it, Helen?� The man seated across the breakfast table frowned at her enquiringly.

She immediately folded the newspaper, announcement inwards, deliberately keeping her movements unhurried, mopping up the orange juice she had spilt in her initial reaction, with the snowy white napkin from her knee, smiling reassuringly at her father.

�The juice went the wrong way,� she dismissed lightly. Her father had a heart condition and she didn't want him upset by what was, after all, just a practical joke being carried out on Emily by one of her friends because it was her birthday today. Except that Helen's father would find it no funnier than Helen did herself.

�It was very clumsy of you, Helen.� He stood up to get a damp cloth.

She felt irritated at the rebuke. �It's only juice, and the tablecloth will wash,� she snapped�and then wished she hadn't as her father looked at her with hurt reproach for her uncharacteristic sharpness.

But that announcement in the newspaper had shaken her, she had to admit, for all that she knew it was nonsense.

�I'm sorry,� she sighed, standing up too. �I'll have to go, I have three weddings on today.� Nevertheless, she automatically began to clear the breakfast things from the table before she went, with the economy of movement that was typical of her.

�Leave that, Helen,� her father chided. �I can do it when you've gone.'

She smiled at him affectionately for the offer, completing the task, feeling slightly guilty for her earlier abruptness. �Don't forget we're meeting Emily for dinner tonight,� she reminded him as she pulled on the jacket to her black tailored suit, the high-necked light blue blouse she wore beneath making the grey of her eyes look almost the same colour.

He looked offended at the implication that he was becoming absent-minded, loath to admit even to himself that he was seventy-eight. �As if I would forget my granddaughter's eighteenth birthday!'

As if any of them could, Helen smiled inwardly; Emily had been driving them all mad with it for weeks now!

Tonight they were having an intimate dinner for the three of them; tomorrow Emily was having a party at a local hotel for all her friends. It had been their way of including her grandfather in the celebrations without putting him through the ordeal of a large, noisy party.

Helen paused to look at her reflection in the hall mirror on her way to the front door, not with any feelings of vanity in mind; it was an everyday habit that she had to check her appearance before she left for the florist's shop she ran in town.

Short dark hair showed no signs of greying, wide grey eyes surrounded by long dark lashes, her nose small and slightly snub, adding to the impression of youth, her mouth wide and smiling, her complexion smooth and creamy. She had had more than her fair share of troubles over the years, and yet none of that showed in the gamine beauty of her face.

It didn't even occur to her that she didn't look old enough to be the mother of an eighteen-year-old daughter, that she had in fact been younger than Emily was today when she had given birth to her lovely scatter-brained daughter; at thirty-five she only looked old enough to be Emily's older sister.

�See you this evening,� she called out to her father as, neatness checked, she carried on to the door, her thoughts already turning to the floral displays and bouquets she had to get ready for the weddings today. Luckily they were all afternoon weddings, otherwise she would have had to be in to the shop at six this morning rather than eight-thirty. She would then have been like a wet rag for Emily's dinner party tonight!

It wasn't until she was unlocking her silver-coloured Metro, which helped her get through the London traffic so well, that she realised she had brought the folded newspaper out with her. It had been done subconsciously, but thank God she hadn't left it in the house for her father to find and read!

She waited until she had got in behind the wheel of the car before looking at the announcement once more herself.

There was no mistake, she realised heavily, as she read it carefully once again. It was Emily and Greg. And Greg meant Zack � She wondered if he had seen the announcement yet; The Times had always been his morning newspaper.

Well, practical joke or not, there would have to be a retraction put in as quickly as possible!

And she would have to ring Emily as soon as she got to the shop, warn her of what had happened. No doubt her bubbly daughter would find the whole thing hilarious. And if it had been anyone other than Greg Neilson perhaps Helen might have found it amusing too.

Her full-time assistant, Sonia, and the two young girls who usually helped out on a Saturday were already waiting outside the shop to be let in when Helen parked her car on the road opposite just before eight-thirty, getting out and taking the newspaper with her. Thank God none of the three girls waiting for her read The Times, although she realised there would probably be some explaining to do to some friends today who would wonder if the announcement was correct, and why they hadn't been told sooner.

As it very often was first thing in the morning, the telephone was ringing inside the shop as she unlocked the door for them all to enter, the two younger girls making a start on taking out the buckets of blooms and arranging them on the pavement outside; by nine o'clock the shop would be ready to open. Sonia went straight through to the back of the shop to make a start on making up the bouquets from the boxes of fresh flowers that had already been delivered.

Helen opened the order book that always lay beside the telephone, picking up the pen next to it before lifting the receiver, knowing it would probably be some poor man who had forgotten his wife's birthday or their wedding anniversary and wanted to know if it was too late to get flowers delivered today; these frantic early-morning calls were invariably from such worried men. Helen always felt sorry for them.

�Palmer Florists, can I help you?� She smiled as she answered the call; Sonia would make the delivery later on today, and the wife in question would never even guess at her husband's frantic early-morning call to the florist.

�Helen.'

Just that. But it was more than enough.

Her hand tightened about the receiver until her knuckles showed white, but she replied smoothly, �Zack.'

�You've seen the newspaper?� Again he spoke with the minimum of effort needed to make himself understood. Again it was enough.

Two could play at that game! �Yes,� Helen answered as economically.

�I think we should talk, don't you?� It was an instruction, not a request.

It had always been so with this man; he ordered, everyone else jumped to obey.

Helen stiffened resentfully. �I don't see any point��'

�Our children have seen fit to announce their engagement to each other�unless you put it in?� The idea suddenly seemed to occur to him.

�Certainly not,� she snapped.

�I didn't think so,� he rasped. �In that case, the announcement seems more than enough reason to me for the two of us to talk!'

She felt the colour burn her cheeks at the intended rebuke. Ridiculous. The whole thing was a practical joke anyway, so why should she feel guilty for refusing to discuss it with this man? Because that was exactly what he was trying to make her feel.

�It's a joke, Zack,� she told him impatiently. On all of us, she thought wearily. Whoever the little devils were who had done this, they couldn't realise just how much of a joke it was!

�What the hell makes you think that?� he bit out tautly.

She stiffened. �I think I have a close enough relationship with Emily for her to have told me about something like this,� she scorned.

�Do you?� Zack returned softly.

She gave an outraged gasp. �Now look here��'

�I'll call at the shop at four o'clock this afternoon,� he cut in arrogantly.

That had always been the trouble with Zack; he moved too fast for her, too fast for most people! �I don't��'

�We can talk then,� he spoke autocratically over her objection.

��have the time to see you this afternoon,� she finished determinedly�and then realised how aggressive she had probably sounded as there was a pointed silence on the other end of the line. Well, damn it, he wasn't even letting her finish what she wanted to say! She drew in a controlling breath. �It's Saturday, Zack,� she reminded him evenly. �I have three weddings today, and��'

�And our children have just announced a fourth!� he bit out tautly. �That is more important than anything else either of us has to do today.� He was reminding her that, as a surgeon, he was probably busier than she was! �I'll be at the shop at four,� he repeated firmly before replacing the receiver with a decisive click.

Helen's hand was shaking so much�whether just from anger at being bullied in this way, or from the shock of having to talk to him at all, she wasn't sure!�that it took her three flustered attempts to replace her own receiver.

One thing she was sure of: Zack would be here, as stated, at four o'clock this afternoon! He was a man who always did exactly what he said he was going to do, no matter how unpleasant the task�and she certainly had no reason to believe, if it weren't for Emily and Greg, that he was any more eager to talk to her than she was to him. The opposite, in fact!

Sonia wandered into the tiny room they laughingly called the office at that moment, her preoccupied expression telling Helen that she was looking for the list of today's orders. But her expression turned to one of concern as she glanced up and saw how pale Helen was. �All right?'

All right? All right? No, it was not all right; just talking to Zack Neilson had totally unnerved her.

�Fine,� she answered shakily, wishing she sounded more convincing. �I just�I have a phone call to make, and I'll be right with you.'

Sonia, a ravishing blonde in her early twenties, wasn't fooled for a minute by Helen's attempt at a smile. But over the two years the two of them had worked together they had learnt to respect each other's privacy. And so, with one last concerned glance, Sonia disappeared with today's list of deliveries.

Helen quickly picked up the receiver and dialled Emily's number, well aware that time was marching on, and she still had those three weddings this afternoon.

The telephone rang and rang at the other end, and when a sleepy voice did eventually answer she knew instantly that it wasn't Emily's. There was a further delay while the still-sleepy flatmate, one of the three girls Emily shared with, wandered off to get Emily from her bedroom. Only to finally wander back again minutes later to inform Helen that Emily wasn't in her room and that she must have gone down to the library early to study.

Helen knew it was much more likely that Emily had been to an all-night party and hadn't even got home yet; the library wasn't even open for another ten minutes!

Emily was at college studying English Literature, but as she was able to breeze through any studying involved with ease she tended to have a fairly hectic social life. God knew what the party tomorrow night was going to turn out like!

Helen thanked the flatmate and rang off. She would have to try to catch up with Emily later on in the day. Anyway, if she knew her daughter, Emily would wonder what all the fuss was about a silly practical joke. And she wouldn't have too much sympathy with Helen's agitation at Zack's involvement; Emily had always found him absolutely charming. She hadn't known him in the same way Helen had!

The morning passed in a rush as she and Sonia dealt with all the flowers for the afternoon, Sonia taking the van to deliver the flowers to the appropriate churches before carrying on with their other deliveries, Helen taking the bouquets, corsages, and button-holes to the homes of the brides herself. After weeks of deliberation over colours and arrangements, she then felt it was totally unfair to present the nervous bride with a complete stranger delivering the flowers on the actual wedding day.

That June afternoon Helen saw a young bride who had obviously come to the decision that �if it didn't work out there was always divorce', a second bride who was calmly serene about the whole thing�mainly because of the half-bottle of cooking sherry she and her mother had shared during the morning!�and the third bride who couldn't stop crying because she was sure she was doing the wrong thing and it was too late to call it all off.

By the time Helen drove back to the shop at five minutes to four she felt like joining her!

It hadn't been an easy day by any means, and Zack's expected arrival in five minutes didn't help one little bit. It would be too much to hope that he had telephoned while she had been out and cancelled the meeting.

�Any calls?� she prompted Sonia hopefully, putting the kettle on for a much-needed cup of tea; the homes of the brides were usually much too chaotic for them to even think of offering the long-suffering florist refreshment!

�Business,� Sonia shrugged. �And a few friends who said they would call you back at home over the weekend,� she dismissed easily, having no idea why Helen's flustered expression suddenly took on a hunted look.

But Helen knew exactly why those friends had called, knew she was going to have a lot of explaining to do over the weekend.

�None of the brides actually decided to call the wedding off, did they?� Sonia prompted drily.

That had happened, more than once, with the result that they almost invariably had to start all over again a few weeks later once the bride had got over her attack of nerves and decided she wasn't marrying a monster after all!

�No, they were a pretty hardy bunch,� she answered distractedly, glancing at her watch; it was three minutes to four. She just had time to try calling Emily once again. She had hoped the sleepy flatmate of this morning actually might have passed on the message to Emily that she had called, but if she had Emily had obviously been too tired to bother to call her back when she did finally get in. She had probably just assumed that Helen wanted to wish her a happy birthday, and decided it could easily wait until this evening. Emily wasn't known for her conventionality!

There was no reply at the flat at all now, and if Emily was asleep Helen knew she was wasting her time even trying to wake her; Emily would sleep through a bomb being dropped if she was tired enough.

She gratefully took a mug of tea from Sonia before rushing into her office, needing to tidy her appearance before Zack arrived. She knew that, as usual, Zack would look immaculate.

At exactly four o'clock the bell over the shop door jangled as it was opened�and Helen's nerve-endings jangled along with it!

She stood up restlessly to go out into the shop, could hear the deep tenor of Zack's voice as she approached the door, feeling herself tense at the prospect of seeing him again, even though she had known it would be inevitable very soon. She just hadn't expected it to be now!

She watched him, unobserved, from the doorway for several long seconds.

He looked the same as the last time she had seen him, time having been kind to him, dark hair flecked attractively with grey at his temples, eyes the colour of warmed chocolate surrounded by long dark lashes, his nose long and straight, mouth full-lipped but always kept firmly under control, thinning it slightly, detracting from the sensuality of that fuller lower lip, his jaw square and determined.

Today he was dressed casually, for him, obviously not having been to the hospital, although Helen knew the short-sleeved blue shirt would be made out of silk, and the black trousers that fitted low on his hips had a very precise crease down the centre of the long leg, black brogue shoes highly polished.

Tall and slender, his body nevertheless spoke of a leashed power, muscles rippling in his arms and back as he moved.

An excitingly attractive man.

A fact the young Saturday girls were well aware of as they fluttered around him, totally impervious to the fact that, at thirty-nine, Zack was old enough to be father to both of them!

But even Sonia, a much more cynical individual where men were concerned, was eyeing him with totally feminine curiosity, Helen noticed.

�My name is Neilson,� he was informing Sonia now, his voice deep and husky, and not cold as it had been when he spoke to Helen earlier. �I'm here to see��'

�Mr Neilson,� Helen greeted smoothly, moving forward with easy grace, meeting Zack's mocking gaze with a challenge of her own as he turned to look at her with raised brows.

�Neilson?� Sonia repeated softly to herself, looking up at him with dawning comprehension. �Then you must be��'

�The owner,� Helen cut in abruptly. �Zack, would you like to come through to the office?� She held the door open pointedly.

He gave an acknowledging inclination of his head, dark eyes openly mocking now as he realised he had her at a disadvantage.

Helen preceded him into the adjoining room as he gave her no chance to do otherwise, standing back deliberately until she had gone through.

She could feel his gaze on her the whole time, and hoped she hadn't suddenly developed a ladder in her tights since this morning when she set out so neatly. The distance between the shop floor and her little office suddenly seemed like a mile!

�The owner, yes,� Zack echoed softly from behind her as he closed the door with a decisive click. �But also your husband�Mrs Neilson!'




CHAPTER TWO (#u06f0b525-21d8-5e8e-a4d6-4cc464501101)


COLOUR flared in Helen's cheeks. �That,� she bit out tautly, �is only a formality, and you know it!'

�Formality or not��� Zack shrugged unconcernedly ��the fact remains, we are husband and wife.'

�Only just,� Helen snapped. �Another couple of months and I can apply for a divorce on the grounds of two years� separation.'

Zack's mouth twisted derisively. �And you're counting the days!'

And the hours and minutes! God, she didn't know why she should be made to feel so defensive about wanting their divorce; the marriage itself had been a mistake from the first, a convenience, and not even of their own choosing.

Which was why she would rather it had been any other young man than Greg Neilson who had been named in this birthday joke on Emily! Although the people responsible for the announcement couldn't have realised just what a hornets� nest they were poking; they had only lived together as a family for a matter of months, so most of Greg and Emily's friends wouldn't even realise they were stepbrother and stepsister.

She had known Emily and Greg still saw quite a lot of each other socially�of course she had; it had been inevitable when they were both attending the same college, and obviously the friendship had given their friends a good idea for a practical joke.

With any other boy but Greg even Helen might have found it funny!

She moved to sit behind the small desk, which was all she could get inside this room, feeling more self-assured as she took on her business mantle. �I'm sure you aren't here today to discuss our divorce��'

�Are you?� His voice was silkily soft, as he moved with the minimum of effort needed to take him to the chair placed opposite hers, his height looking slightly ridiculous folded into the small wooden chair.

She sighed. �Zack��'

�Emily and Greg,� he intercepted drily. �What are we going to do about them?'

�Do about them?� she echoed in a puzzled voice. �We aren't going to do anything about them.� She shook her head derisively. �Their friends are all having a good laugh at their expense because of Emily's birthday today��'

�I'm well aware of the fact that it's my stepdaughter's eighteenth birthday today,� he bit out harshly.

�Emily is not your stepdaughter!� Two bright spots of angry colour heightened her cheeks.

His mouth tightened. �Oh, yes, she is, Helen. And she always will be. Whether you like it or not,� he challenged hardly. �Whether you go through with the divorce or not��'

�Of course I'll go through with the divorce!� There was no doubt about that.

�Why?� Zack watched her with narrowed, questioning eyes, no longer the colour of warmed chocolate, so dark now, they were almost black.

Her eyes widened. �Why?� she echoed. �But��� She shook her head dismissively. �We're straying from the point of your visit.'

�Are we?� He crossed one long leg over the other, perfectly relaxed, filled with that stillness that was so unnerving.

�Zack, I've had a busy day.� And her head was starting to pound! This man always had been able to tie her up in knots.

�Of course,� he acknowledged coldly. �Heaven forbid I should interrupt your working day about something as trivial as our children's engagement!'

He was trying to make her feel guilty again! �I've already told you that it's all nonsense,� she snapped. �Just a not very funny joke.'

�You seem so convinced of that, but I don't see how you can be so sure.� He shook his head. �Or have you spoken to Emily?� His eyes were narrowed.

�Well, no, but��� She frowned. �I've called her at home a couple of times,� she added defensively. �She hasn't been at home.'

Zack nodded slowly. �Greg has been equally elusive �'

�When I see her tonight we can all have a good laugh about it,� Helen dismissed, although she didn't think her father would find it in the least amusing; he had never approved of Zack, and Greg was Zack's son �

�So we can,� Zack drawled. �Won't it be a jolly way to start the evening?� he taunted.

Helen became suddenly still, staring at him as a terrible possibility occurred to her. �Emily invited you and Greg to join us for dinner tonight �?� But she already knew the answer, could see it in Zack's face.

�Yes, she�and she didn't tell you she had done so, the little minx,� he slowly realised at Helen's distraught expression.

Deliberately so, Helen knew; Emily had known that although she had always got on with Greg she certainly wouldn't want Zack there. She knew exactly what her daughter had done, that she had invited Zack and Greg and then telephoned her favourite Chinese restaurant herself to change the booking from three to five people, without telling Helen she had done it.

The problem was that Emily had adored Zack from the first. Never having known her real father because he had died while she was still only a baby, it had been easy for the fifteen-year-old Emily had been when Helen and Zack had married to accept him as a father figure.

Helen knew, belatedly, that it should have occurred to her before that Emily might want Zack at her birthday party�her family birthday party.

Zack watched the emotions flickering across the paleness of her face with narrowed eyes. �Helen, I meet Emily for lunch at least every couple of weeks,� he told her softly. �And she visits the house often, goes up to her bedroom, lies on the bed, listens to music��'

�Her bedroom is at my house!� Helen burst out tautly, shaken by what he was telling her, each word like the prick of a knife against her skin. �And you knew damn well I wouldn't want you at this dinner tonight; you could have��'

�You wouldn't want?� he echoed, dangerously soft, giving her a pitying glance. �I don't think Emily's eighteenth birthday celebrations should have anything to do with what you want! When we got married we didn't just marry each other; the children were involved too,� he reminded her coldly. �And my relationship with Emily has survived the separation; I intend for it to remain that way,� he informed her in a voice that brooked no argument.

Helen sensed his criticism of her own relationship with Greg. She had been very fond of her stepson, had deeply regretted not being able to maintain their friendship, at least. But at the time she had thought, whether rightly or wrongly, that a clean break was the best way.

She had had no idea that Emily had kept up such a close relationship with Zack, had always believed that she and Emily had a close mother-daughter relationship, that Emily could tell her anything. My God, she thought, no wonder Zack had been so scornful of that claim earlier today; he had known the truth.

It hurt, badly, that she had been so wrong about that. It hurt even more to acknowledge that she had created that particular situation herself, with her own reluctance to even have Zack's name mentioned in her presence. As Zack so rightly said, their children had been involved in their marriage too, and they had feelings that couldn't be turned on and off on command.

�Oh, God,� Helen groaned, burying her face in her hands. �What a mess!'

She had married Zack, she had truly believed at the time, for all the right reasons, and look what it had done to her beloved daughter. Not that Emily had actually been reduced to lying to her about the lunches and the visits to Zack's house; she had just omitted ever to mention them. And that had probably only been done so as not to hurt Helen.

�Helen, I��For God's sake!� Zack swore as she flinched away from the touch of his hand on her shoulder. �You don't have to make your aversion to me quite so obvious, damn it,� he rasped. �I was only trying to comfort you!'

She hadn't even been aware of his approach until she felt the warmth of his hand through the material of her blouse, and then she had reacted as if she had received an electric shock.

Now Zack was looking at her with that mixture of disgust and frustration that had been such a part of their marriage, his hands thrust out of harm's way into the pockets of his trousers, stretching the material tautly across his thighs.

�I'm sorry,� Helen said abruptly as she looked quickly away. �I�it's been a difficult day for me.'

He continued to look at her for several long, tension-filled minutes, and then he relaxed slightly, his mouth twisting derisively. �Not the least of it being my coming here.'

She began to breathe normally again as he moved away. �Not the least,� she acknowledged tautly. �And as it seems we shall be seeing you this evening��'

�Greg, too,� he put in softly, raising innocent brows as she gave him a quelling look.

�Greg, too,� she repeated in a carefully controlled voice, hoping Emily hadn't decided to invite other �guests� she didn't know about; she was going to have to sit down and have a serious talk with her daughter, and about so much more than the repercussions of that ridiculous announcement in the newspaper this morning�although God knew that was serious enough! �As you will both be joining us for dinner this evening, that seems as good a time as any to discuss the engagement announcement,� she dismissed, wanting to put an end to this conversation; usually so calm and in control, she always changed when Zack was around.

�And how quickly you can get a retraction printed,� Zack drily guessed what she hadn't yet had a chance to say.

Grey eyes met his coolly. �But of course.'

�Of course,� he echoed tautly, moving to the door. �We'll see you later, then,� he taunted, pausing with his hand on the door-handle. �Oh, and, Helen�just be grateful that no one added to the confusion by announcing the daughter of Mrs H. Neilson was to marry the son of Mr Z. Neilson!� And with that last mocking parting shot he left, the bell over the shop door ringing seconds later to show that he hadn't lingered outside.

Mrs Neilson; she had hardly been that long enough for the ink to dry on their marriage certificate! She had certainly had no difficulty reverting back to the name of Palmer after their separation.

There was the briefest of knocks before Sonia put her head round the side of the door. �Everything OK?� she frowned.

Evidence of just how brief her marriage to Zack had been was that this woman, with whom Helen had worked for almost two years, had no idea of its existence! She and Zack had already been separated when she took Sonia on as her assistant, and there had been no reason since that time to mention that she had once been married�was still technically married�to their landlord.

But at least that last fact gave her an excuse to explain Zack's presence here at all. �Just checking up on his investment,� Helen dismissed with a shrug.

Unfortunately that seemed to alarm Sonia rather than reassure her, probably because Zack hadn't deemed it necessary to pay them a visit in the previous two years!

�Problems?� She came into the office and closed the door behind her, inviting confidences if Helen wanted to give them. �There's nothing wrong with the lease, is there?'

Ironically it was this shop that had first caused her to be involved with Zack's family at all. �No,� she answered ruefully. �I think we may as well close up for the day, don't you?� she suggested brightly.

As this was the first time she had ever known Helen to suggest closing up early, Sonia looked even more concerned.

�If anyone asks why��� Helen's mouth twisted wryly ��tell them it's my daughter's eighteenth birthday!'

Sonia's frown instantly cleared. �Oh, God, yes, I'd forgotten. You'll want time to get ready to go out tonight,� she realised, hurrying off to begin the closing-up process for over the rest of the weekend.

Helen's smile faded, her depression returning with a vengeance once she was alone again. She had been looking forward to this evening for a long time, to quietly celebrating her daughter's coming-of-age, and now it had taken on an air of oppression which she found totally demoralising.

Another thing she found totally depressing was the thought of wearing her reliable black gown to go out in. It was over five years old, and while it had classical lines and was obviously of good quality she had worn it on several occasions in Zack's company in the past. And the last thing she wanted was to start the evening feeling at a disadvantage. Damn him!

It was only four-thirty now�good God, it had seemed a lot longer than twenty-five minutes when Zack was actually here!�so there was another hour before most of the dress shops in the area would close.

Stubbornness, at feeling forced into the position of needing to look her best tonight, and pride, because as she had no real choice about being in Zack's company she had to look her very best, for her own sake, both warred within her.

But not for long! Stubbornness had never got her very far where Zack was concerned, and her pride was one of the few things she had left.

�I'll be back in time to lock up,� she assured Sonia as she rushed through the shop on the way out to her car.

She was slightly above average height, slender, a standard size ten, so should have had no trouble finding something for a quiet family celebration.

And yet nothing she tried on in the first two shops looked right. As usual, she was convinced that when she saw the right dress she would know it was the one. Unfortunately, she never did, which was why she had held on to her reliable black for so long! And tonight, when she didn't have time to dither, was no exception; nothing transformed her into the regally confident beauty she would have liked to be.

It was ridiculous anyway, she scolded herself impatiently as she pulled a thin blue woollen dress over her head and smoothed its softness down over her hips. Who was she hoping to impress? Certainly not Zack; he had made his opinion of her more than obvious over the years. And she was tired, and hot, and totally fed up with the whole stupid��

She knew without question that this dress was the one!

She had looked up uninterestedly to her reflection in the mirror on the changing-room wall, and was stunned by the transformation that the just-above-knee-length dress made. Oh, she didn't look regal, nor especially confident or beautiful; what she did look was�sexy!

On the hanger the thin cashmere dress had looked unimpressive, but Helen had been attracted to the royal blue colour, if nothing else, and the sales assistant, seeing at least a spark of interest, had encouraged her to try it on.

The short style showed off a long expanse of her slender, shapely legs, the soft wool moulding gently, if not exactly clinging, to the curves of her body. The sleeves reached down to her wrists, the neck softly encircled her throat, and yet there was an underlying sensuality about the way the dress moved with her, and it made her hair appear almost black, her eyes no longer grey but seeming to take on a reflective blue.

�I'll take it,� she decided before she had a chance to talk herself out of it.

The sales assistant looked relieved, and Helen couldn't exactly blame her; it was almost five-thirty on a Saturday night, after all.

She had bought the dress, even been persuaded into buying a pair of sheer Lycra tights to wear with it, and was driving back to lock up her own shop when reaction set in; she had never, ever bought anything that actually made her look sexy. Businesslike, smart, hopefully attractive, but never sexy.

Her shoulders slumped as she realised that it would have to be the reliable black after all; her father and Emily would wonder what on earth had come over her if she went out in the clinging blue dress. And God knew what Zack would make of it!

She ran a weary hand over her eyes; thank God that particular brainstorm had passed!

�My God, Helen, I hardly recognised you; you look beautiful!'

She spun around self-consciously, the high colour that had been due to anger seconds ago, when she'd entered the restaurant, now changing to something quite different as she saw the look in Zack's eyes when he openly stared at her.

She was wearing the royal blue cashmere dress!

She hadn't intended to, had taken her old reliable black one from the wardrobe after showering and washing her hair, and taken it down to the kitchen to press when her father came into the room, already dressed and ready to go out in his best dark blue suit, iron-grey hair brushed severely back from his face.

Helen's conscience had pricked her into telling him that Zack and Greg would be at the dinner tonight. The last thing she needed was her father collapsing at the restaurant when the other two men arrived, and it was a possibility if he hadn't been warned.

His reaction to the news was to refuse to go to the dinner himself��if that man was going to be there'!

She should have expected it, of course. But even so, she had thought, for Emily's sake if nothing else, that her father would make the effort and go.

But no amount of cajoling on Helen's part could persuade him to change his mind. Reasoning either. Or sheer frustrated anger. Her father was adamant: if Zack was going to be there tonight, then he wasn't.

Helen didn't know which one to be angrier with, Zack for accepting the invitation and so creating the situation in the first place�he could have avoided going tonight without hurting Emily's feelings too much, if he had tried, and he had to know the dissension it would cause among the family!�or her father for adding to the problem by behaving so stubbornly.

In the end it didn't really matter which of them was to blame; she felt totally agitated, throwing aside the black dress when she realised how late it had become while she tried to persuade her father, defiantly putting on the blue cashmere. It was bad enough that she was going to have to make excuses for her father's absence that would satisfy Emily, but for her to be late on top of that would be unforgivable.

Sheer frustration with the whole situation had been enough to instil a certain amount of bravado into her actions; her hair was brushed back in a casually wind-swept style, her make-up was slightly heavier than usual, her lashes long and thick from the mascara she had liberally applied, her lids shaded with blue shadow, her lip-gloss a deeper red than she wore in the day, making her lips fuller.

As she faced Zack across the reception area of the restaurant she knew she looked gracefully tall and slender, the heels on her black shoes adding to her height, her dark colouring against the blue of the dress a startling contrast. It was obvious from the speculation in Zack's gaze as he slowly looked her up and down that he was very aware of the change in her appearance.

He looked as assuredly attractive as he usually did, in a dark suit and snowy white shirt, the latter making his skin look darkly tanned; he was standing across from her with an ease that was totally deceptive, Helen knew, leashed power in the wide shoulders and tapered thighs, exuding an air of masculinity that was completely unaffected.

Helen wondered how she had ever allowed herself to enter into the sort of marriage she had with this man. She must have been mad!

�Not that you don't always look beautiful.� His mouth twisted wryly as he realised what he had said to her in greeting.

�Stop back-pedalling, Zack,� she derided. �We both know how I usually look.� And it was nothing like this!

As he moved to her side, the light overhead caught in the darkness of his hair, giving it an ebony sheen, dark hair that was still damp from having been recently washed. Helen knew that Zack would have showered before coming out tonight, had his second shave of the day. The fact that she knew his movements so intimately unsettled her even further.

�Why do you always have to put yourself down in that way?� he rasped now, standing so close that she could smell his aftershave, that elusively masculine smell that was so much a part of him. She could never recognise the smell of this aftershave on other men without thinking of Zack; it could be very disconcerting. �I've never denied you're a beautiful woman,� he told her abruptly.

Helen had never been very impressed with the way she looked, had never actually had a lot of time, with a job to do and a small child to bring up, to take a lot of notice of it. And the truth of it was, the way she looked had made no difference in either of her marriages; they had both been disasters. Her first marriage had been entered into when she was too young to know what she was doing, and the second marriage�that was too complicated to even think about!

�And you know about beautiful women, don't you, Zack?� she derided drily.

His eyes narrowed coldly. �And just what is that supposed to mean?� His voice was soft, dangerously so.

Braver people than her had been quelled beneath the power of that withering gaze, and in fact it took all of her will-power not to be counted among their number, but she couldn't allow herself to be cowed by this man. �You know very well��'

�We're a mere two minutes late and already they're at each other's throats,� remarked a lightly mocking voice.

She and Zack had been so engrossed in their conversation that neither of them had been aware of Greg and Emily entering the restaurant together, looking at the two of them with the indulgent affection usually shown towards recalcitrant children!

Zack met his son's gaze challengingly, and if Helen had been going to make a reply it was never uttered as she watched in mute fascination while Emily turned laughingly to Greg, her hand resting briefly against his arm as she did so. Her left hand. And on the third finger of that hand winked a diamond and emerald ring.

An engagement ring �?




CHAPTER THREE (#u06f0b525-21d8-5e8e-a4d6-4cc464501101)


�MUMMY, you look marvellous!� Emily moved forward to hug her, long dark hair cascading wildly almost to her waist, briefly enveloping Helen in its perfumed silkiness. She moved back, green eyes admiring as she looked at Helen, still clasping her hands lightly in hers. �New dress?'

Helen had always marvelled at how she had managed to produce this gloriously beautiful creature, Emily being petite in the extreme, fresh and beautiful in a typically English rose type of way: clear creamy complexion that needed no make-up, green eyes glowing with health and vitality, her only artificial colouring the dark red lip-gloss. And somehow Emily could wear anything and still look wonderful�even the loose black lace dress she wore tonight, which didn't quite reach her ankles, and the flat black ballet-type slippers. On anyone else the outfit would have looked drab and shapeless; Emily just looked vivaciously lovely.

Helen was so proud of her ethereally beautiful daughter, had always found it difficult to be stern with her only offspring, but with that ring sparkling on Emily's finger she couldn't afford to be indulgent. �Yes, it's a new dress, Emily, as I'm sure you're very aware.� She mocked her daughter's delaying tactic. �But I don't think��'

�You look gorgeous, Helen.� Greg kissed her warmly on the cheek. �Doesn't she, Dad?� He looked challengingly at his father.

Zack's mouth twisted wryly. �We've already discussed Helen's appearance before the two of you arrived,� he dismissed. �Now I suggest we go and sit at our table; we're blocking up the entrance,� he added pointedly as a group of people came in the door and tried to get past them.

�Zack.� Emily's face lit up with pleasure as she kissed him warmly on the cheek. �You look as handsome as ever,� she teased.

�Shift, young lady!� He tapped her lightly on the bottom as the waiter came to show them to their table. �The charm isn't going to work tonight,� he warned darkly, shooting his son a cautioning look too, nodding for the younger couple to precede them into the dining area, and taking a firm grip of Helen's arm so that they walked in side by side.

A united front. How was that for a first? Although that wasn't altogether fair to Zack; he had always listened to her point of view, even if he rarely agreed with it! And she wasn't completely sure how he felt about this latest development, although she knew he couldn't have missed that ring sparkling on Emily's finger.

She had to admit, when she looked at Emily and Greg as they walked ahead of them, they made an attractive couple, Emily so delicately beautiful, Greg looking like a blond god at her side. Greg had inherited his colouring from his mother, long hair gleaming golden on to his shoulders; he moved with the grace of a natural athlete, the baggy suit he wore not detracting from his animal grace.

Emily and Greg looked so right together. Strange, Helen had never noticed that before �

Zack's hand tightened on her arm, his fingers hurting her through the thin wool. �God, you're so transparent!� he rasped disgustedly.

She looked up at him, still dazed by the direction her thoughts had taken.

�I doubt you would be so disapproving if Greg weren't my son!� he scorned, releasing her so abruptly that she momentarily lost her balance.

The accusation was so far removed from what she had actually been thinking that it took her several seconds to turn her attention to what he had said.

And in part he was wrong; she would have disapproved of Emily being engaged to anyone now, believed her daughter was far too young to be seriously involved with anyone just yet. The fact that the young man involved was Greg did make the situation more difficult. And as yet neither of them had offered any explanation for that ring on Emily's left hand.

Helen kept trying not to look at it as Emily sat down, but as if to mock and taunt her the candle in the centre of the table seemed to make every facet gleam brighter than ever!

Helen's eyes flashed as she turned to Zack before sitting down. �But he is your son,� she bit out so softly that only he could hear.

He returned her gaze coldly. �And how you hate the very thought of it,� he muttered his distaste for her prejudice before sitting in the chair next to hers.

Of course she hated the thought of it; he couldn't seriously expect her to be thrilled at the prospect of possibly being forced to accept his continued presence in their lives�as Emily's father-in-law this time! Good God, there was another possibility she hadn't even thought of; if�and it was still a big if as far as she was concerned, despite the existence of that ring on Emily's finger!�Emily and Greg really were engaged, and eventually married and had children, she and Zack would be their respective grandparents!

She had believed, hoped, that once her divorce from Zack became final she could forget the marriage had ever taken place at all. This unforeseen situation could make that impossible!

The sooner she established exactly what was going on between Emily and Greg, the better!

�Helen believes,� Zack drawled before she could speak, his gaze raking over her derisively before he turned his attention to the young couple, �that the announcement in The Times this morning was a practical joke.'

Greg's hand moved to clasp Emily's in a protective gesture as it rested on top of the white cotton tablecloth. �And you?� he challenged almost defiantly.

�I think��� Zack looked perfectly relaxed as he leaned back in his chair, but that very stillness could hide a dozen emotions, all of them ominous, as Helen very well knew ��that you owe us some sort of explanation. Don't you?� He arched one dark brow.

�Not now, Zack,� Emily protested.

�Now,� he insisted firmly.

�But it's my birthday,� she pouted prettily. �And I�Mummy, where's Gramps?� she frowned suddenly. �I thought when we arrived that he must be in the loo, but�he isn't here, is he?� she realised flatly.

Helen knew that Zack was looking at her, could feel the hard query of his gaze, and she determinedly did not look at him. He knew of the dislike her father had for him, of how stubborn the older man could be, although she had never been able to fault Zack's behaviour towards her father; he had always treated him with respect, no matter what the provocation might have been to do otherwise!

Emily was still looking at her frowningly. �Don't tell me,� she sighed. �He wasn't feeling well!'

�Emily!� She reproved the sarcastic edge to her daughter's voice. �You know your grandfather doesn't enjoy good health.'

�On the contrary,� Zack put in softly, �he enjoys ill-health.'

�You have no right��� Helen broke off abruptly as the waiter came to take their order, the delay while they ordered giving her time to get herself back under control. Emily's disappointment was understandable, but Zack's derision was unforgivable.

�Gramps didn't come,� Emily repeated dully, once the waiter had departed, turning away to talk softly to Greg, but not before Helen had seen the sheen of tears in her eyes.

Helen knew her father was in the wrong for behaving so stubbornly and ruining Emily's birthday, but she also found Zack's attitude extremely annoying. She was so agitated that as she took out her napkin to place it over her knee it dropped to the floor.

Zack bent down to retrieve it for her, his gaze clearly mocking her slightly flustered movements. �Your father heard of the return of the prodigal, did he, and decided not to come?� he taunted softly.

�You're hardly that!� she snapped disparagingly.

He held her gaze in steady challenge as he placed the napkin in her lap, his fingers deliberately brushing against her thigh, and laughed softly as Helen pushed his hand away with a hurried movement, high colour in her cheeks.

Helen was breathing shallowly, inwardly berating herself for letting this man's touch affect her in that way. She suddenly wished that the champagne Zack had ordered would arrive; she desperately needed something to steady her nerves!

Zack turned to the young couple. �We seem to have strayed off the subject of your supposed engagement,� he reminded them firmly.

Emily instantly brightened. �Oh, there's nothing �supposed� about it.� She held out her left hand so that they could all see the ring sparkling there. �Greg and I went out and bought this today.� She moved her hand so that the emerald and surrounding diamonds winked more effectively.

Which was why neither of them had been at home all day to answer the telephone! Or was it? Helen had rung too early the first time this morning for the shops to even be open. She had the distinct feeling that she and Zack had been given the run-around all day by their respective children, Emily and Greg putting off the moment of confrontation until it couldn't be put off any longer.

�You put the announcement in the newspaper yourselves,� Helen guessed impatiently. �Emily, how could you?'

�Mummy, there was no other way.� Emily looked at her imploringly. �If we had come to you first and told you��'

�Asking might have been better,� Zack put in harshly. �It's customary to at least ask the girl's parents first before making any other plans,� he reproved his son sternly.

�You two certainly didn't ask Gramps,� Emily accused. �Otherwise the two of you would never have got married!'

�Emily!� Helen gasped weakly, mortified at even having that particular relationship between Zack and herself brought into the conversation.

�Well, it's the truth,� her daughter asserted defensively. �And if we had come to the two of you and told you how we felt about each other you would only have put every objection you could think of in our way.'

�Only because you're too young to know your own minds,� Helen defended exasperatedly. �Both of you!� Greg might be possessed of his father's supreme self-confidence, but he was still, after all, only nineteen.

�You were both married at our ages,� Greg pointed out reasoningly.

Not to each other, thank God, Helen sighed with inward relief.

�And it was far from a perfect arrangement,� Zack told them impatiently. �Helen believes she married too young, I know. And your mother and I struggled along as students, Greg, because my parents had disapproved of the marriage at the time. It became even more of a struggle after you were born.� He shook his head at the memory of the hardship involved in being a medical student and trying to be a father at the same time.

�Thanks!� Greg drawled hardly, blue eyes glittering as angrily as his father's.

�You know damn well I didn't mean it that way,� Zack snapped.

�I know that what you're saying sounds suspiciously like a threat to me,� Greg glared. �Stay away from each other or we'll leave you to struggle like we had to, is what you mean!'

Helen looked at the two men with dismay; they were too much alike, these two, and as she had often had to do in the past she found herself cutting in between them in an effort to ward off a serious disagreement. �Your father wasn't suggesting that at all, Greg,� she soothed. �He��'

�Wasn't I?� Brown eyes glittered coldly. �They are too damned young to know what they're doing!'

�And I suppose you're always so confident you're doing the right thing?� Greg challenged defiantly. �That's why the two of you only stayed married to each other for five months!'

�Greg!� Emily gasped warningly, turning concernedly to Helen as she paled, very wisely not even daring to look at Zack, although the anger emanating from him was a tangible thing, to all of them. �Mummy, I'm sorry Greg said that; he didn't mean it.� She glared across the table at him as he would have disagreed with her, his mouth setting mutinously as he bit back his angry retort. �But just because your teenage marriages turned out to be less than ideal, it doesn't mean that ours will,� she added with persuasive charm. �Greg and I love each other.'




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