Dangerous Temptation

Now, as he watched the younger man cross the thick carpet towards him, he was aware of his own mortality as never before. One day soon, he was going to have to make a decision about Marshall, and the knowledge filled him with defeat. He’d fought against it for so long, but fate was catching up with him. He couldn’t go on running Webster’s. Already, he had had intimations that his health was deteriorating more rapidly than even his doctors had expected, and despite his misgivings, he had to choose someone to be his successor. Obviously, it couldn’t be Nathan. Whatever happened, he couldn’t allow that. But Marshall … Marshall was still largely an unknown quantity. Despite their enforced intimacy, Matthew knew he was only here under duress.

He sighed. If only the boy could understand. But he’d never forgotten that once Matthew had forbidden him the privilege of working for the company. Never forgiven him, either. And if Marshall’s mother wasn’t still alive—and vulnerable—the young man would never have agreed to his request.

“Caitlin called,” he said now, lounging into the chair across the desk from Matthew and regarding him with cool blue eyes. He hooked his heel across his knees. “I thought you’d like to know.”

Matthew kept his temper with an effort. But he couldn’t suppress the indignant flutter in his chest. God, was his wife right? Had he made another foolish error? Marshall appeared to hate him as much as he admired him; he certainly showed him no respect.

“Didn’t she want to speak to me?” he demanded, his tone just short of an accusation. “You knew I wanted to talk to her if she called.”

Marshall shrugged. He was a man of middle height, stocky but muscular, and Matthew knew he worked out several times a week. He had short brown hair and he wore wire-rimmed spectacles, but his appearance was deceptive. He was as strong as an ox and just as stubborn when he chose. Like Caitlin …

“She wouldn’t wait,” Marshall said carelessly, flicking a speck of lint from his sleeve. He hesitated, and then added reluctantly, “I got the impression she was—nervous. I guess finding your husband doesn’t know you is quite a strain.”

“If he doesn’t,” muttered Matthew sceptically, tapping a pen somewhat agitatedly against his blotter. “What do you think? Is he lying, or has he really lost it? How the hell are we going to handle it if it’s true?”

Marshall’s face was annoyingly blank. “You’re talking about the discrepancies in the South American contract.”

“Well, I’m not bloody interested in his health, if you’re in any doubt.” Matthew scowled. “How in God’s name did we let him get away with it? Does nobody do their jobs around here but me?”

Marshall’s expression hardened. “It was you who insisted on keeping him on,” he pointed out evenly.

“Only because it would have been a damn sight more dangerous to let him go,” snarled his employer harshly. “Besides, I didn’t think he’d be reckless enough to attempt to defraud the company again. After bringing us to the brink of bankruptcy the last time, I thought he’d have learned more sense. Christ, the man’s a complete shit, and I want him out!”

“So you weren’t thinking of Caitlin’s feelings, then?” Marshall was sardonic, and Matthew gave him a brooding look.

“That, too,” he said defensively. “Hell, she’s married to him, isn’t she? How could I tell her what a bastard he was? Credit me with some feelings, Marshall. I’m not totally without discrimination.”

“But you’ve changed your mind now.”

“Situations alter cases,” said Matthew pedantically. He shook his head. “We have to think of the company. God, if this present fiasco were made public, I can just imagine what that would do for our shares.”

Marshall considered. “Well, I don’t think there’s anything we can do until he’s back in England. Then you can have your own physician check him over without causing too much fuss. But—” he paused “—if it’s true, it’s going to be difficult to prove his guilt. You can’t accuse a man who doesn’t remember what you’re accusing him of.”

Matthew flung the pen across the desk in frustration. “The truth is, it’s going to be hard to prove whatever the prognosis. If he’s fooled the doctors in the States, why shouldn’t he fool them here? And how am I going to tell Caitlin her husband’s a criminal? Thank God there aren’t any children to complicate things even more.”

Marshall’s lip curled. “Thank God,” he echoed harshly, and Matthew gave him a remorseful stare.

“You’re a lot of help, I must say,” he muttered. “And don’t pretend you don’t know what I mean. I’ve made mistakes in my time, I admit it. But dammit all, Nathan was the worst.”

Marshall sighed as if expelling his impatience on the breath, and then drew his brows together. “Well—there’s always the chance that his condition will be temporary. If he has lost his memory, it may be he’ll recover it when he gets home. Familiar things, familiar places, familiar people. I’ve heard there are no hard-and-fast rules where amnesia is concerned.”

“Which doesn’t do a lot for us,” declared Matthew wearily, lines of strain appearing beside his mouth. “Whatever happens, it’s going to be weeks, maybe even months, before we can nail him. Which means I’m going to have to make good the damage myself.”

Marshall’s brows elevated. “There is the woman—Lisa Abbott. She may know something about it. I could go and see her.”

“And warn him that we’re onto him? Not likely.” Matthew shook his head. “No, for the moment, our hands are tied. I just hope he hasn’t spent all the money. Half a million, Marshall! God, I can’t believe he had the brains to do it. He must have the luck of the devil!”

“I wouldn’t call being involved in a major air disaster particularly lucky,” observed Marshall sardonically. “And if he has really forgotten everything, I’d guess he’s feeling pretty low. Okay, you want your money back, but spare the man some pity. No name, no identity, no nothing! I’ll be interested to see how he handles it. It can’t be easy.”

“Hmm.”

Matthew was noncommittal. Right at the moment, he couldn’t find it in his heart to feel any compassion for Nathan at all. For all he knew, there might be other scams not yet discovered. For a man as unscrupulous as his son-in-law, there were always loopholes he could breach.

“Think about Caitlin,” said Marshall now, aware of the other man’s brooding countenance. “And you’re not going to do yourself any favours if you can’t put this out of your mind. I’ve told you, when he’s recovered I’ll handle it. Think of your daughter and what this might do to her.”

“I’m not without sensitivity as far as my daughter’s feelings are concerned,” retorted Matthew defensively. “I know you think I’m totally selfish, but it isn’t true.” He met the younger man’s accusing eyes and dropped his gaze abruptly. “All right. I’ll do as you say. That’s what I employed you for after all. You don’t have to keep reminding me you’d rather not be here.”

5 (#ueed51abe-79df-500f-bd09-0d9fc09b22d3)

Caitlin turned onto her left side, trying to find a comfortable spot, and then remembered why she’d turned the other way in the first place. Now she had an uninterrupted view of her husband’s reclining body. And although his eyes were closed, he was no less disturbing to her peace of mind.

All around them, the other occupants of the first-class cabin of the aircraft were unaware of her distraction. Apart from the comforting drone of the engines and an occasional snort from a sleeping passenger, all was quiet. Even the cabin staff had disappeared to enjoy their meal next to the kitchens. Now and then, the tantalising smell of the prime sirloin Caitlin had been offered earlier drifted her way.

It was ironic that she was wishing now that they’d taken the following morning’s Concorde. If she hadn’t been so eager to get back to England, it would have made more sense. But she’d seen the overnight flight as a chance to avoid conversation. She usually slept on the aircraft without any problem.

But the selfishness of her decision had dawned on her at the airport. When she’d glimpsed Nathan’s taut face, she’d immediately realised her mistake. The prospect of the overnight flight must have brought back horrific images for him. And although he didn’t remember boarding the plane, he remembered the aftermath of the crash.

But when she’d booked the flight, it hadn’t been his feelings she’d been concerned about. And although she’d offered to change their reservations, Nathan had shaken his head. He appeared to be asleep now, so she didn’t know what she was worrying about. With characteristic insensitivity, he’d left her at the mercy of her fears.

She shifted again, turning her head so that he was no longer in her line of vision. She didn’t want to look at him. She didn’t even want to think about him, but she knew from recent experience that that was not so easily achieved. From the minute she’d walked into the hospital ward and seen him lying there, she’d been in a state of panic. He was in her thoughts; he was in her mind; there seemed to be no escape.

Which was stupid considering the circumstances of their previous relationship. Dear God, they’d been virtually estranged. She’d only come here at all because it was what her father had expected her to do. She didn’t want to get involved, however hard that sounded. It wasn’t her fault that there’d been an accident and Nathan was hurt.

Yet …

She moistened her lips. What had she really felt when he’d opened his eyes and seen her hovering over him? It had certainly not been indifference, she had to acknowledge that. Such dark eyes he had; had they always been so expressive? He’d looked thinner somehow, as if the accident had drained him. And she hadn’t noticed before that he’d let his hair get over-long.

But it was the way he’d looked at her that had set her knees trembling. If she hadn’t known better, she’d have said there was sudden desire in his gaze. God, he’d told her so often in the past that she repelled him. Yet when he’d looked at her, there’d been hunger in his eyes.

Her lips twisted in sudden self-denial. It had been the aftermath of the accident, that was all. In his position, discovering he was still alive after such an event must have been traumatic. But his reactions had unnerved her. It was not what she had expected—or wanted, she reminded herself again.

Since then, she’d done her best to convince him that they didn’t have that kind of marriage. Any attempt he’d made to touch her—to stroke her cheek or hold her hand—had been met with obvious reluctance. She didn’t want him touching her; she didn’t want him creating a relationship for them when none was there. And most of all, she didn’t want him stirring up emotions that she’d believed were dead and buried; that had never been real emotions from the beginning and were nothing more than pity now.

It hadn’t been easy, and even now she didn’t know if she’d achieved her objective. She’d caught him watching her sometimes with a curious mix of doubt and speculation, and her skin had feathered at the thwarted intimacy in his eyes. But whatever he was thinking, he didn’t voice it. Was he waiting until they were completely alone before he made his move?

For the present, she thought he had enough to do, trying to absorb the restrictions that his amnesia had thrust upon him. Caitlin had done her best to deliver the bare facts of his life to him, but she knew he was finding it difficult to put it all together. It would have been easier if she’d been able to arouse some latent point of contact for him to cling to. If there’d been something that had rung a chord in his memory. But there wasn’t. So far as his previous life was concerned, it was as if a blanket had descended and covered it. Even his father’s visit had meant nothing to him.

Caitlin frowned. Her first encounter with Nathan’s father had been something of an anticlimax. She’d decided not to shock the old man by delivering the news of his son’s accident by telephone, and the day after she’d first visited Nathan at the hospital, she’d flown to see him.

After taking a cab from the airport in Atlantic City to Prescott, she’d had no difficulty in locating the Wolfes’ sawmill. It was a well-known landmark on the outskirts of the small town, and she’d felt a certain eagerness to see it. After all, Nathan had never brought her here before.

But the dilapidated state of the timber yard depressed her. Whatever previous success it had enjoyed, it was obviously neglected now. In fact, if she hadn’t seen a plume of smoke issuing from the house next door, she might have asked the driver to turn around and take her back to the airport. As it was, she’d asked him to wait in case Jacob Wolfe wasn’t there.

But he was there. He’d answered the door himself, and Caitlin had been horrified at his skeletal appearance. Of course, she’d reminded herself, Nathan had told her his father had been ill. For God’s sake, that was why he’d been in the United States in the first place.

But she’d soon discovered her mistake. Although Nathan’s father had seemed pleased to meet his daughter-in-law at last, he insisted he hadn’t seen his son for over a year. Which had prompted the question of why Nathan had been in the United States and why he should have lied about it to her.

Jacob Wolfe couldn’t give her any answers. However, his concern for his son was obviously genuine, and he’d insisted on accompanying her back to New York. Caitlin was sure he had been eager to see his son himself; to ensure that his injuries were not serious, as she’d said. For her part, she’d prayed that seeing his father again might spark some chord in Nathan’s memory. It was clear that her husband didn’t recognise her.