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.‘Provided he survives to sign the papers.’ There was an ominous tone in the woman’s voice which caused Sara to shiver and redirect her full attention to the brow n-haired man who was now leading his partner to the doorway.The music had stopped and the musicians were laying aside their instruments to indicate that they intended to take a break.Before any attention could be directed towards her by the onlookers who had been watching the dancers or by any dancers joining friends along the perimeter of the dance floor, Sara slipped out of her corner and made her way towards the door.Following Brad Garwood and Monica Fallon at a discreet distance, she crossed the wide hallway and entered a second large room arranged as a sitting room for those who needed a respite from the dancing but did not want to go downstairs.The couple had joined a small group of people and it looked as if Monica was introducing Brad Garwood to the others, giving the impression that he was not well known among the guests.Except by reputation, Sara amended mentally, knowing that, like the ladies she had overheard, the members of this close society not only knew everyone else’s business but considered it their duty to do so and to have opinions regarding the propriety of one another’s behaviour.Coming to a halt a few feet away, she found herself intrigued by the man’s profile.There was a shrewdness about the features which gave the impression that he was used to being in command of any given situation and would be a dangerous man to cross.Perhaps it was the sharpness of definition in the bone structure, she mused, forgetting to be cautious and staring at him forthrightly.Unexpectedly a pair of sea-green eyes fell on her, forcing her to turn quickly away and bringing a self-conscious flush to her cheeks.She wasn’t supposed to attract his attention.Smiling at an elderly gentleman as if he were an old acquaintance, she accepted a drink from the tray of a passing waiter and edged her way towards the fireplace.Catching bits and pieces of conversation, it suddenly dawned on her just how well these people knew one another.Sensing danger if she remained in this cloistered environment, she changed direction and moved back towards the door.‘Careful, Cindy,’ Marc whispered, appearing suddenly as if from nowhere and startling her.‘If I were you, I wouldn’t stay too long in the same room with my sister.’ Schooling her face into a smile as if he had just made a clever quip, Sara responded in a hushed hiss, ‘I was just on my way out.’Saluting her with his drink, he passed on by to be greeted by a mother and daughter who were obviously interested in making him a part of their family group.Brad, meanwhile, had ordered Bourbon on the rocks which was being delivered to him by one of the servants, while Monica was being summoned by a group of women on the far side of the room.Leaving his side, she went to speak to her friends.Brad remained where he was talking earnestly to a man near his own age.As Sara glanced towards him a final time it was to discover him watching her over his companion’s shoulder.A nervous twinge threatened the carefully controlled indifference of her expression and she quickly completed her exit.The piazza was her next destination.Each of the two rooms in use had several windows opening on to this long, roofed porch and she decided that the safest place for her was outside in the dark looking in.The other couples who had wandered out to enjoy the soft Southern night were so enthralled with one another that they paid her no heed and she was able to blend in with the shadows undisturbed.When she was again able to observe Brad Garwood, Monica had rejoined him and was leading him back to the dance floor.Curiously, as if he instinctively knew he was being watched, he glanced towards Sara’s newest observation post forcing her to duck back quickly.Crossing over to one of the windows opening onto the ballroom, she saw him dancing first with Monica and then with several other ladies as the dark-haired socialite played the proper hostess and danced with her other male guests.There was a virility about the man that struck her almost like a physical force.His skin was tanned a healthy copper.From Steve she knew that although he was a talented architect, he spent as much time on his construction sites as he did at his drawing board.He was a big man, as tall as Steve and very near Steve’s age, she guessed.His broad shoulders were evidence that he did not merely watch his labourers work but joined them in their efforts.While it was difficult to envisage him being in danger, it was not the least bit difficult envisaging him as being dangerous.‘You’re romanticising,’ she cautioned herself in a hushed murmur as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other and cursed the uncomfortable shoes she had been forced to wear in keeping with her period costume.And it wasn’t only her feet.Her legs were beginning to cramp from the almost immobile stance she had maintained for the past hour—not to mention the nuisance caused by the occasional mosquito.Luckily the harbour breezes kept that population down to a minimum, or the next day she would have looked as if she had the measles.With her shawl wrapped securely around her arms and shoulders for protection, she leaned back on to the porch railing to give her legs a rest.Although the structure creaked ever so lightly, it seemed firm enough, and she was grateful for the relief.There was a bench nearby, but the light from the windows fell on it and she did not want to risk moving from her shadowed position.Detective work, she decided, attempting to wiggle her toes in the confining shoes, was not only boring but decidedly uncomfortable.Well, not exactly boring, she amended, finding it difficult to associate that word with Brad Garwood.Feeling smugly safe from observation, she was not worried when she lost track of her prey until a sudden warning sense caused her to glance towards the french doors leading on to the piazza.The man had passed through them and was moving purposefully towards her.The railing creaked again as she shifted position slightly, feigning an intense interest in the darkened harbour.‘The view is much better from inside,’ his deep, gravelly tones sliced the air between them.Breathing deeply to steady her nerves, Sara turned slowly to face him and smiling politely, said, ‘I don’t think so.Even with only the moonlight I can see Fort Sumter from here.’‘I’m not a man who enjoys playing games,’ he scowled.Holding his voice low added an intimidating edge to his speech, and Sara’s back stiffened defiantly.'I don’t understand what you’re talking about,’ she returned, rising from the railing and smoothing out the material of her skirt as if she found this entire conversation boring and intended to leave.His eyes narrowed.She had been sequestered in a corner and instead of moving aside to let her pass, he took a step forward, causing his legs to meet the hem of her voluminous skirt.Then to secure his advantage he placed a hand on the pillar to her left.With no room to pass him on the side by the window, she was trapped.'You’ve been watching me all evening, and I find it a decidedly uncomfortable sensation,’ he said coolly.Steve had told her to lie, but she guessed a denial would do no good [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]