The Sheikh's Unsuitable Bride Part 8

'Tell Mum that I'll see to Freddy in the morning. I don't have to go in until nine. Don't stay up too late,' she chided, playing up to the pretence that he'd stayed up to watch something he wanted to see on the television, rather than because he was waiting for her to come home.

She looked in on Freddy, straightened the cover that had slipped from his shoulders, lightly touching his dark curls. Five years old and already a heartbreaker, just like the man who'd fathered him.

'Night, angel,' she murmured, picking up the snowstorm that sat on his bookshelf. The snowflakes stirred, but she didn't shake it, just returned it to its place. 'Sleep tight.'

Safe in her own room, she sat on the bed, opened the drawer of her night table and took out the little box in which she kept her treasures. At the bottom was a photograph taken at a party. Just a bunch of people turning as someone had called out 'smile'. It was mere chance that she'd been on the same picture as Pete O'Hanlon, that someone had given it to her.

All she had of Freddy's father.

The only reason she kept it was because, one day, Freddy would insist on knowing who his father was. By then, hopefully, memories, like the photograph, would have faded, people would have moved away and his name would have been forgotten. And Freddy would be valued for himself as a decent young man.

The only reason she looked at it now was because five years had, without her noticing it, dulled her sense of danger. Because she needed to remind herself how much damage falling in l.u.s.t could do.

Eventually she closed the box, put it away. Hung up her uniform, laid out a clean s.h.i.+rt and underwear for the morning. Brushed her teeth. Finally crawled into the same single bed that she'd slept in all her life. And discovered that she'd been working on the wrong memory because the moment she closed her eyes she was confronted with Sheikh Zahir's smile.

The one that barely showed on the surface, was no more than a warmth behind his eyes.

Felt his long fingers cradling her head, the touch of his breath on her cheek, his mouth...

Diana finally dropped off, but her sleep was disturbed by dreams in which she was driving a sparkly pink taxi around and around the inside a snow globe. She was constantly being hailed by Sheikh Zahir who, when she stopped, didn't get in the back but just looked at her and said, 'Kiss me, I'm a prince.'

Then, when she did, he turned into a frog.

She woke with a start, her heart pounding, her mouth dry, for a moment unsure where she was.

The low, insistent peeping of the alarm finally broke through the fug of sleep and, with a groan, she killed the sound, rolled over and got out of bed in one movement. It was still early and her eyes were heavy, but she didn't want to risk closing them and having that dream start up again.

Pulling on her dressing gown, she went across the landing to Freddy's room to be there, as promised, when he woke and give her mother an extra half an hour in bed. Make the most of the luxury of an unusually late start since she wasn't due to pick up Zahir from the hotel until ten o'clock.

a.s.suming, of course, that Jack was still laid low.

Say what she liked about him, Jack Lumley wouldn't malinger; he'd be back at work today if it was humanly possible. Or even if it wasn't. Inspecting his precious car for the slightest mark, the smallest bit of dust and heaven help her if he found any.

Let him look.

He'd never be able to tell his car had been out of the yard. Well, not unless he tried to sit in it. She'd had to pull the seat forward to accommodate her shorter legs and hadn't thought to put it back.

'Bad girl, Diana,' she said, grinning as she gave her wrist a light tap. 'Write out one hundred times, "I must always return the seat to its original position."'

'Mummy?'

Freddy blinked, then, wide awake in an instant, bounced out of bed, grabbing his 'good work' sticker and holding it up for her to see.

'Look!'

'Shh...' she said, putting her finger to her lips. 'It's early. Don't wake Grandma and Grandpa.'

'Look, Mummy!' he whispered, holding it right in front of her face.

'Terrific!' she whispered back, scooping him up and carrying him downstairs, treasuring this precious time when, for once, she could share breakfast with him, watch over him as he cleaned his teeth. Walk him to school so that her mother wouldn't have to go out of her way but could go straight to the bus stop.

Her dad was right, she thought, as all three of them muddled together in the hall, gathering their belongings, making sure that Freddy had everything he needed for the day, her mother was looking tired and, on an impulse, she gave her a hug.

'What's that for?' she demanded in her don't-be-daft voice.

'Nothing. Everything.' Then, sideswiped by the unexpected sting of tears, she turned quickly away, calling back to her father in the kitchen, 'I'll give you a call later, Dad, let you know what's happening.'

'Don't worry about us,' he said, coming to the door. 'I'll be waiting when Freddy comes out of school. Maybe we'll have a look at the river, eh? What do you say, son?'

'Can we?' Freddy's face lit up and, smiling at her dad, Diana reached for her little boy's hand.

Her mother coughed meaningfully, shaking her head. Then, 'You don't have to walk all the way to the gate. I leave him at the corner and he walks the rest of the way all by himself.'

'He does?' she squeaked. Then, doing her best to smile, 'You do?'

Freddy nodded.

'I watch him every step of the way,' her mother mouthed in silent rea.s.surance.

'Well...'it was only a few steps from the corner to the school gate, but Diana still had to swallow hard '...that is grown up!'

Her little boy was growing up much too fast. Making giant leaps while she was too busy working to notice. To be a full-time mother.

But what choice did she have if she was going to make a life for him? She couldn't rely on her parents for ever. She'd put them through so much already. Could never quite get away from the fear that she'd caused her father's stroke.

'Don't forget that you've got parents' evening tonight,' her dad called after her.

'It's engraved in my brain,' she promised, turning to wave from the gate.

At the corner nearest to the school she managed to restrain herself from kissing Freddy, stuffing her hands into her pockets so that she wouldn't be tempted to do anything as embarra.s.sing as wave. Watched him as he ran away from her and was swallowed up by the ma.s.s of children in the playground and waited to make sure that he was absorbed, accepted.

Why wouldn't he be?

Half the children in his cla.s.s were living in one parent families. But at least most of them had a father-even if an absent one-somewhere.

She turned and, blinking furiously, walked quickly down the road to the Capitol Cars garage.

Zahir had not slept.

He and James had worked through most of the night, putting the finis.h.i.+ng touches to details that had been a year in the planning.

It wasn't lack of sleep that blackened his early morning mood, however, but an email from Atiya, his youngest sister.

She'd written, full of excitement, about his forthcoming wedding, eager to let him know what she thought of each of the bridal prospects on their mother's 'shortlist', which was awaiting his return. Since Atiya knew them all and was evidently thrilled to the core at the prospect of him marrying one of her dearest friends, she had taken immense pleasure in describing each of them in detail so that he would have something other than their mother's opinion-what, after all, did mothers know?-on which to make his choice.

This one, apparently, had beautiful hair. That one a stunning figure. A third wasn't so pretty but had the loveliest smile and a truly sweet nature.

It had, he thought, all the charm of a cattle show, with him as the prize bull. It was, however, a timely reminder of who he was. What was expected of him.

Which did not include dancing in the street with his enchanting chauffeur.

CHAPTER FIVE.

'DI...'

Sadie had been waiting for her and she crossed to the office, a.s.suming that the summons heralded a return to normal and trying to be glad. Sheikh Zahir had no doubt regretted his impulse to kiss her, dance with her-fooling around with the 'help' was always a mistake-and conceded that James Pierce might have had a point. Given him the go-ahead to call Sadie and arrange for another driver.

Which, or so the small inner voice of reason a.s.sured her, was a very good thing. She was still fighting off the memory of that dream. It would save embarra.s.sment all round.

She just wished her inner voice could sound more convincing. But then her inner voice hadn't felt the power of that final look, a connection that went soul deep...

'What's the plan, boss?' she asked with determined brightness. 'Back to normal is it? You should have phoned, I could have come in earlier.'

Sadie shook her head. 'I've got someone in to cover the minibus for the rest of the week. Jack is still hors de combat and, while he's promising he'll be in tomorrow, I can't see him being fit for anything but local jobs until next week. Are you going to be okay for another late one?'

Zahir hadn't pulled the plug?

The fact the brightness was no longer forced, but blindingly genuine, warned her that she was playing with fire. But it was so long since she'd been warm...

'How late? Freddy has a parents' evening at school this evening.'

'Well, let's see. Sheikh Zahir has to be back in London by six so, if you could handle that part of his day, I can find someone to cover the evening.'

'No problem, then.'

'Apparently not. I'll give you a call later to let you know who it is so that you keep Sheikh Zahir in the picture. And I'll write you in for the rest of this job.'

Diana swallowed. 'Thank you, Sadie. I appreciate your confidence.' Maybe, today, she'd live up to it.

Sadie, oblivious, smiled. 'You've earned it. Enjoy your day at the seaside.'

'The seaside?'

Sadie handed over the paperwork. 'Sheikh Zahir is visiting a boatyard and marina, apparently.'

'Really?' Obviously her idea of non-stop work and Sheikh Zahir's idea of it did not coincide. 'Well, great,' she said, taking the worksheet to check out where they were going, wis.h.i.+ng it was Freddy she was taking for a day on the beach. Somehow she couldn't see James Pierce taking off his shoes, rolling up his trouser legs and going for a paddle.

Zahir, on the other hand...

She refused to go with that image. No more of that, my girl, she told herself. Behave yourself. Just concentrate on all the extra hours it will mean. The extra money. She might be able to manage something a bit special for her and Freddy in the half-term holiday. A short break at Disney-land Paris, perhaps, if she was lucky enough to grab a cheap last-minute deal.

Or maybe she'd be better advised putting the money in her savings account for his future. Except, of course that children didn't understand the concept of the 'future'. For them there was only now.

'Okay?' Sadie asked, when she didn't move.

'Fine. I was just wondering if you wanted me to bring you back a stick of rock,' she joked.

'I'll pa.s.s, thanks,' Sadie said with a grin. 'Besides, I doubt the kind of marina that a sheikh would patronize has much call for bright pink candy, do you?'

A timely reminder, should she need one, that he lived in a different world from the one she'd been born into. A reminder she'd do well to keep front and centre next time he looked at her. Smiled at her. Murmured something in that seductive voice.

Maybe she should invest in a pair of earplugs...

Sheikh Zahir was standing on the footpath talking to James Pierce when she pulled in to the front of the hotel three minutes before ten.

He was dressed casually in a cream linen jacket, softly pleated chinos, a dark brown band-collar s.h.i.+rt left open at the neck, with a slim leather doc.u.ment case hanging loosely from one hand. James Pierce, on the other hand, was giving no quarter to a day by the sea. He was dressed in a pinstripe suit with a sober silk tie-full city-slicker gear-with the laptop which never seemed to leave his side clamped firmly in his fist.

She groaned.

James Pierce had had it in for her from the moment he'd set eyes on her and would no doubt have some sarcastic remark all lined up to deliver on the subject of having been kept waiting; she was sure the fact that they were early would cut no ice with him.

He'd grumbled about being kept waiting last night; anyone would think she'd loitered, had stopped for a burger or something, instead of taking a straight there-and-back run from Mayfair.

But as Zahir caught sight of her-no smile of any kind-he said something to the other man, then, as Top Hat opened the door, stepped into the back of the car.

Alone.

James Pierce, having taken a moment to give her what could only be described as a 'look'-what was his problem?-turned and walked back into the hotel.

Which meant that they were going to spend the entire day alone together?

Be careful what you wish for...

'In your own time, Metcalfe,' Zahir said, when she didn't immediately pull away.

'Isn't Mr Pierce coming with us?' she asked a touch desperately.

'He can't spare the time. He has contracts, leases to sign. A lawyer's work is never done.' Unable to help herself, she checked the mirror. He was waiting for her, his look thoughtful. 'Disappointed, Metcalfe? Did you manage to break the ice and make friends when you picked him up last night?'

'We didn't dance, if that's what you mean,' she said. So much for keeping her distance. Being professional. 'I didn't want to drive off and leave him if he'd just gone back inside to collect something he'd forgotten,' she said in an attempt to retrieve the situation.

'Forgotten?' Zahir marginally raised a single brow. 'Are you suggesting that he's fallible?'

'Oh...No...'

Too late she realised that he was being ironic.

Oh, Lord...

She pulled out into Park Lane, glad of the turmoil of the London traffic to keep her occupied, not that there were any further distractions from the rear of the car.

Sheikh Zahir, having teased her once, presumably in repayment for that 'dancing' remark, was apparently too absorbed by the paperwork he'd brought with him to bother once they were on their way.