Carole Mortimer - A Rogue And A Pirate

‘I wouldn’t,’ he repeated obediently.

‘You would!’ she groaned, closing her eyes, a deeper blue when she opened them again. ‘Do you have any idea how long my mother has been planning this wedding?’ she accused.

‘Since you were in your cradle, probably,’ he drawled uninterestedly.

‘Longer,’ she said flatly. ‘Brian was supposed to have been a girl. It was another nine years before I came along.’

‘And you’ve been spoilt ever since,’ Rogan grated. ‘Did no one ever explain to you that you can’t have your cake and eat it as well?’

Her eyes widened indignantly. ‘You must have heard Gayle say she was the person I was supposed to be meeting last night!’

‘I also heard you telling Graham how you missed him last night,’ Rogan taunted. ‘You didn’t seem to be coping too badly when we were together.’

She shot another frantic look about the room. ‘We were not together ,’ she snapped.

‘Don’t kid yourself—or me, Caity,’ he rasped. ‘Another couple of minutes and we would have been making love on the front seat of my car in front of your parents’ house!’

‘No!’ She shook her head in firm denial.

Rogan gave her a scathing glance. ‘I know damn well that you wanted me.’

‘No. I——’

‘Here we are, Caitlin.’ Graham finally arrived back with their drinks, looking at the other man with questioning eyes as he noticed Caitlin’s flushed face. ‘Sorry, old man, I only brought two glasses,’ he dismissed smugly.

‘That’s all right—son,’ grated Rogan, taking both glasses of brandy out of the other man’s hand, giving one to Caitlin and keeping the other one for himself. ‘I’m sure Caity and I can amuse ourselves while you get yourself a drink.’

Good manners warred with indignation in Graham’s good-looking face, the former winning out as he left them with a mumbled ‘excuse me’.

Rogan raised dark brows at Caitlin as she demurely sipped her brandy. ‘No comment?’

She shrugged. ‘Graham doesn’t like you.’

The feeling is mutual,’ he bit out, his eyes narrowed as he watched the other man. ‘I wonder why that is?’

She turned away. ‘I have no idea.’

‘Don’t you?’ Rogan taunted.

Her face became flushed. ‘The time to make trouble for me was when we were first introduced, not now!’ She glared at him.

‘Oh, I don’t intend making trouble for you, Caity,’ he drawled.

‘No?’ she scorned.

‘No,’ he confirmed calmly. ‘I’m sure that in the end you’ll make the only decision that you can in the circumstances.’

She frowned. ‘There’s no decision to make; I’m going to marry Graham on Saturday.’

Dark brows rose over mocking eyes. ‘Why bother, when you’ll be unfaithful to him within a couple of months?’

Her eyes flashed. ‘You don’t know what you’re talking about——’

‘Don’t I?’ he challenged softly, one lean hand moving up to caress her cheek. ‘I can assure you I do, you see I’ll be the man you’re unfaithful with! It’s going to be worth hanging around in England just for that,’ he taunted.

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