He ignored the desperate protest. "We had only a few weeks together. Maybe that"s why I couldn"t forget you." His eyes were heavy-lidded now, the glitter half hidden. "I have to know."
Katrina forced herself to be still, all too aware that her senses remembered him and were responding to him despite everything. Her body ached with a sudden wild need, and her heart ached with an even more damaging kind of pain. She had hurt him badly six years before, and it didn"t seem to matter to him that she had known no more of his secret life than he had known of hers, that neither of them had been honest; now he wanted revenge.
"Don"t do this," she said unsteadily.
"I have to. We were always so good in bed, weren"t we, Trina? From the very first night. It was storming that night, do you remember? And it was past dawn when we finally slept."
She remembered. She remembered heat and tenderness and a hunger in them both that had refused to be sated. A hunger she could feel rising inside her now, even stronger than before. She had thought those powerful feelings had been lost to her forever once he had left her, and the realization that they had only lain dormant until now was bittersweet, because his voice was hard and remote.
Skye didn"t appear to notice her silence. He moved against her subtly, and her gasp made his smile turn satisfied and utterly male. "I thought so. It isn"t dead between us. And it must be the demon I can"t get rid of. Because I can"t possibly still love you, can I, my sweet Trina?"
His head bent so suddenly that she had no chance of evading him, even if she could have escaped the firm grasp of his hand. And at the first demanding touch of his lips, she felt something give way inside her with a violence that sent a shudder through her body, a dam-burst of sensations and emotions battering her from within. All her hard-won control vanished, she was twenty-two again and in love beyond all reason.
Both his arms were around her now, locking her body to his, and his mouth was hard and rough. She shut out the sight of his handsome, implacable face, accepting his driven pa.s.sion and returning it because she couldn"t do anything else. She remembered a storm, and a tender, pa.s.sionate man who had loved her.
Skye lifted his head at last, his eyes violent for a moment before they were shuttered closed. "All the ifs don"t seem to matter, do they, sweet? I can still make you want me."
Katrina couldn"t have spoken if her life had depended on it; she could only stare up at him mutely.
He laughed and suddenly released her, stepping back. His face seemed a bit pale, but the mocking smile remained to taunt her. "Still don"t know if you hate me?"
She found her voice at last, though it was little more than a whisper. "Don"t do this."
"Why not, sweet? You want me. I"ll be back when your shift ends. And don"t bother running away. I"d only find you."
Katrina was barely aware of the door closing behind him. She stood staring blindly at the spot where he had been, her body still hot and throbbing, her mind numb. And the sound of her own voice in the silent room startled her.
"I won"t let you destroy me. I won"t."
He had to put out a hand to the wall to steady himself once as he went down the hall to the elevator. It should have surprised him, but didn"t. He felt dizzy and sick. He couldn"t quite catch his breath, as if he"d run some dreadful marathon. There was an awful pressure in his chest. The instant the elevator doors slid quietly shut, Skye leaned against the wall and thrust shaking hands into his pockets, staring at the indicator that told him he was descending.
"Oh, G.o.d," he whispered raggedly.
Across the park aboard a fully detailed riverboat, the gambler looked up from his cards, the tranquility of his expression vanishing for a brief moment as he went pale. Neither his fellow gamblers nor the crowd of fascinated visitors noticed, but the blond sitting demurely on the arm of his chair saw it.
She said nothing, partly because of the crowd around them and partly because she knew what was wrong. It was, he"d told her wryly, both the curse and blessing of identical twins, at least where he and his brother were concerned.
Skye was in trouble.
But not, she realized, in danger, because the gambler"s handsome face almost instantly regained its tranquil control, and his free hand lifted hers to his lips briefly as he smiled up at her. She accepted the rea.s.surance and tried to be patient until he could tell her what was going on.
Two.
"Balloons, sir? Balloons for your children?"
Affronted, Hagen barely paused in his quick stride to send the happy clown a cold glare. And even though the clown"s wide smile was painted on so brightly that she could hardly help but look delighted no matter what, her startled wince was visible.
"Sorry, sir!" She retreated hastily, and stood holding her balloons and watching the man stride on while admitting to herself he didn"t look the sort of man to have children, much less buy balloons. He had a great leonine head with a cherub"s face, a decidedly portly figure confined by a badly fitting three-piece suit, and wore both wing-tip shoes and a fedora that had seen better days. A seemingly comical man, but there had been nothing comical in his frosty glare.
A second clown, this one tall with a woebegone expression painted on his lean face, appeared suddenly beside the happy clown and spoke dispa.s.sionately. "You"d throw dynamite on a bonfire, darling."
A rich chuckle escaped the happy clown. "I thought I might as well put it to the test. He"s early."
"Yes, we"d better alert the others. Good thing we decided to play our roles from the start. And we should find out from Gigi if he means to stay here for two weeks."
The happy clown looked up at her companion with a smile that wasn"t painted on. "Regretting the costume so soon?"
"No." He glanced up as a group of children hurried toward them, his rather hard blue eyes taking on a rare uncertain expression. "I suppose it"s practice of a kind."
She giggled and turned toward the approaching children. "A very odd kind."
"Don"t laugh at me!" he ordered, sounding both hara.s.sed and amused.
She threw him a laughing, tender glance over her shoulder, violet eyes bright, then turned her attention to the children clamoring for balloons.
The woebegone clown stood watching her, a smile playing about his firm lips. He had protested the costume, of course, and had very much enjoyed being persuaded by her to accept it. Still, he was conscious of the absurdity; neither of them fit their a.s.signed roles. Several of the others did, though. But she had been right in believing that Hagen stood a greater chance of recognizing the two of them unless they were totally out of character.
Hence the clown suits.
He would have borne a great deal for her sake; this was certainly little enough. And he had his own ax to grind, of course, since he strongly disliked Hagen"s Byzantine hand thrusting into his life without so much as a by-your-leave.
"You didn"t practice," she observed severely when the children, balloons In hand, raced off.
"I didn"t want you to laugh at me," he retorted.
She smiled up at him, the merry smile he had instantly fallen in love with. "I wouldn"t. You"re going to make a wonderful father, darling."
His blue eyes softened amazingly as they rested on her face. "I love you, you know," he said.
Some moments later a small, childish voice said indignantly, "Clowns don"t kiss! And you"ve let go of the balloons!"
"I am a great man," Hagen said simply.
Gigi, who was the sole audience to this grand statement, accepted it with a solemnity belled by the laughter that had leaped quickly to her eyes. "Oh, of course. I have often said so." .
Comfortably seated on the couch in the living room of her suite, he sent her an approving look. But his voice was a bit dry when he said, "No, you haven"t, my dear."
"Well, not often, perhaps," she admitted, still solemn. "But I do recognize it, I promise you. It is very obvious to me. You"re like Charlemagne." She paused for reflection, then added musingly, "Or Hitler."
He ignored that. Splendidly. "Has Prescott discovered anything yet?"
"He hadn"t this morning," she replied. "I haven"t seen him in hours, however. Hagen, why are you here now? The governor isn"t due to come for two weeks."
"Why, I wanted to see you, my dear."
She eyed him with a great deal of understanding and not a little annoyance. "You may have none of my agents," she said.
Hagen looked innocent. "My dear Gigi-"
"None!"
He wore the expression of a man sadly misunderstood. "I hadn"t seen you in months, and-"
"You saw me two weeks ago in New York," she said tartly, even more annoyed by this base attempt to disarm her.
"Well, but that was business, my dear."
"Had you something other than business in mind for this trip?" Her voice was wonderfully polite.
He began to look a bit uneasy. "Gigi, if you"re still angry with me because of that little argument of ours-"
"Little argument? Little argument?"
Hagen cleared his throat but said strongly, "We"re both of us past the age for these stupid quarrels, my dear."
In an unyielding tone she said, "Your bags have been taken to the suite at the end of the hall. I have much to do; was there anything further you wished to discuss with me?"
"Gigi!" He saw that her expression was as fierce as her voice had been, and realized somewhat unhappily that she hadn"t changed her mind. He had thought she would have by now; in fact, he had been sure of it. But she was a difficult woman, and in twenty years of knowing her he hadn"t managed a single time to sway her once she had made up her mind.
She was his only personal failure. She laughed at him and mocked him and more than once in the past had grossly deceived him in matters of business. She went her own way with a fine disregard for his advice or wishes, and he uneasily suspected she always would.
"Good afternoon, Hagen," she said coolly, and rose to go over and seat herself behind the big desk by the window. Without another word or glance she became absorbed in paperwork.
Finding himself ignored-which wasn"t an experience he was at all familiar with-Hagen heaved himself up from the couch and went gloomily toward the door. "Dinner?" he asked with a hopeful expression that would have been effective if he"d looked more like a spaniel and less like a sulky Henry VIII.
She didn"t look up. "You"ll find a menu in your suite."
He snorted and left, slamming the door.
Gigi"s lips twitched.
Katrina didn"t run away. Given a choice, at least during the early part of the day, she might have run, but it happened that she was to meet a man for dinner that night. He was an agent, and the information he was to give her was too important to be missed. Since Katrina served as a conduit to Gigi, she could hardly escape the responsibility.
It wasn"t only that, however, which kept Katrina at the hotel and made her endure the pa.s.sing hours with a surface appearance, at least, of her normal calm. Her instant recognition of the very real power Skye had over her had hardened somewhat as she had thought about the situation. She was too honest with herself to pretend she could fight him once she was in his arms, but the twenty-two-year-old girl who had loved so heedlessly had become a woman who had learned to survive, and that hard-won ability was not one she would willingly give up.
He had told her that he had left Germany in pieces; she had said little about her own torment. But Katrina would fight him with every weapon she could find to avoid the pain he had left her with before. She both understood his actions when he had left her so abruptly in Germany and had long ago forgiven him for them, but that was something she had no intention of making clear to him.
He was a different man now, just as she was a different woman, and she thought that this man would turn any knowledge about her suffering into a weapon. It was obvious he was out for revenge now, or at the very least determined to purge himself of the desire he still felt for her.
But it wasn"t in Katrina, innately proud and too aware of both the fragile peace she had found and the wild emotions he could still make her feel, to submit tamely to any man. In her was the certainty that he could seduce reason, that she would not be able to fight him physically, and that she would fight him on every other level.
And so she spent the day in her usual calm way, while her mind worked with the sharpness of desperation behind her tranquil expression. Refusing to accept either the full blame for what had happened to them or his implicit demands, she reached deeply into herself to tap the core of implacable determination that had been born inside a cell in East Germany.
"Trina, do you have the guest list?"
She looked up from paperwork she was going over automatically, and immediately picked up a computer printout at her elbow. "Here it is, Gigi."
Her friend leaned a hip against the desk and began scanning the printout, saying dryly, "Hagen has arrived, and I wanted to check the list before it occurred to him to do so. Ah, good! They are all on the sixth floor, then?"
Katrina nodded. "And all under a.s.sumed names. They"ll take the freight elevator up and down so as to avoid the lobby." She studied her friend curiously. "Why is Hagen early?"
With a grimace that was both amused and exasperated, Gigi replied, "He wants to mend fences."
"Between you two?" Katrina asked, aware of a long and decidedly stormy relationship that few others knew about.
"Yes." Her fine eyes sparkled in sudden temper. "Do you know that when he arrived he left word at the desk to send his bags up to my suite when they arrived? Fortunately I had the forethought to leave other instructions. That man."
Katrina fought back a smile. Both fascinated and appalled by Hagen-a common reaction, Gigi had told her-she had observed the relationship between him and Gigi these last years with something like wonder. In one sense it was heartening to watch so many tempestuous emotions flourishing between a man and woman who were both fast approaching sixty; in another sense, with two such contrasting personalities it was a small miracle that one of them hadn"t killed the other by now.
"He"s a.s.suming too much?" Katrina said.
The sound that escaped Gigi might have been a snort in anyone less ladylike in appearance. "Entirely too much. If he thinks he can manipulate me now as he does everyone else he encounters, he will soon learn his mistake!" She reflected for a moment, then added in a much calmer tone and very dryly, "He won"t, however. The wretched man has a blind spot where people are concerned, particularly women."
"Why-" Katrina broke off abruptly.
Gigl grinned, and answered the question her young friend had so obviously decided was a nosy one. "Well, you must admit he isn"t boring. If I don"t kill him, I may marry him."
Katrina blinked and looked at Gigl somewhat warily. In a mild tone she said, "Don"t do anything rash."
Handing the printout back across the desk, Gigl laughed softly, "Child, I made up my mind about him twenty years ago."
Katrina didn"t know what to make of that, and decided to change the subject. "Do you have a message for Matt? I"m meeting him for dinner in a couple of hours."
"No, no message." Gigi eyed her for a moment, then asked calmly. "Does Skye know?"
"Know what?" Katrina was concentrating blindly on the papers lying before her on the desk.
"That you are having dinner with Matthew?"
After a moment, fully aware that Gigi had no compunction about asking nosy questions, Katrina sighed and leaned back in her chair. Lifting her gaze to that grave face, she said, "Not unless you tell him about it."
"Shall I?"
Katrina hesitated, but she was too good an agent to take the chance of ruining an important rendezvous. "Perhaps you"d better." She managed a small laugh.