âYou're beginning to sound hysterical, Cristina, and I don't do hysterics.'
âI'm not being hysterical. I'm just asking you to tell me the truth, whether you were put up to this.'
âI don't think I like that expression,' Rafael said, his lean, handsome face taut.
âWell, I can't think of another one to use. Your mother said that she told you that it was time to find
a suitable wife
and, lo and behold, here I am!'
âYou seem to have a problem with that term and I don't understand why.' The relaxing weekend Rafael had anticipated seemed to be going rapidly pear-shaped and he was at a loss to explain why. Cristina, so obliging for the past few months, was now asking questions which he personally found unnecessary, and standing her ground. Why? She should have been
pleased
that he considered her a suitable wife! He had already been through a wife who had been totally unsuitable. What higher compliment than to be chosen for her suitability?
Cristina's hope that she had somehow misinterpreted Maria's remark crumbled into ashes.
âYes, my mother suggested that it was time I settled down and I agreed with her.' He gave a casual, elegant shrug. âWhere is the problem in that? There comes a moment in every man's life when he must weigh the advantages of playing hard against the peace of tying the knot.'
Cristina had a mental image of a pair of scales with âFun and Frolics' on one side and herself, âGiant Knot', on the other. No love to be seen and, without love, how long before âGiant Knot' lost its appeal? Would he then expect to resume his fun and frolics, with the added bonus of having Giant Knot at home raising children, cooking meals and waiting for him to return?
âSo this would be a bit like a business transaction, in other words?'
âWhy do you insist on using such emotive language?' Rafael enquired impatiently.
Cristina turned away, the sting of tears making her blink rapidly, willing herself not to cry because she was pretty sure that he probably didn't do crying along with hysterics.
âIt's not going to work.' She wriggled the engagement ring from her finger, turned back to him and silently held out her
hand with the ring in her palm. âThe diamond was too big anyway. How could I do football coaching or my flowers wearing it?' She forced herself to smile in the face of his stony expression. âI should have seen that as a sign. We couldn't even agree on the ring.'
CHAPTER SEVEN
T
HE
evening and following day were a nightmare of misery and tension. Cristina had handed Rafael back his ring, but he had refused to accept it. Instead, he had looked at her with a long, cool expression and told her to consider the implications of not wearing it. The explanations to his mother, which would be uncomfortable at the very best. What would she sayâthat they had had a massive row and she had decided to call the whole thing off? His mother, he had assured her, would smile indulgently and probably tell her something wise about pre-wedding nerves. Or else she could go for the truth, tell his motherâ¦that what? She considered herself at the wrong end of a deal which she had now decided she didn't care forâa deal to marry one of the most eligible men in the world?
âWear the ring,' he had told her. âWe can discuss this later.'
Coward that she was, Cristina, faced with the scenario which Rafael had succinctly depicted in sparse but extremely graphic detail, had silently slipped the ring back onto her finger, but it had felt like barbed wire against her skin.
She had smiled, and the following day had limped by, each minute feeling like a lifetime, until finally, at four in the evening, they'd been standing by the door with their cases by their feet, ready to face the long journey back to London.
She had managed to successfully avoid âthe cosy chat' situation by disappearing outside at all available opportunities, and then reappearing with the excuse that she was seeking inspiration for her landscape project, that she couldn't get enough of the countryside. Towards the end Maria had been eyeing her with a puzzled expression, and Cristina had realised that she'd been walking the thin line between appearing engagingly committed to her ambitions and a complete lunatic.
She gave Maria a hug of genuine warmth, and suddenly a small but promising idea presented itself to her. Here she was, idiotically in love with a man who felt nothing for her but a temporary attraction, a man who saw her as a suitable partner. On paper, she made senseâright background, right connections, even the added bonus of a history among parents. He would marry her because, like any sensible investment, she would stand the test of time. He hadn't banked on her response on discovering that she was a useful commodity. In fact, he hadn't banked on her
finding out
that little gem, although it wouldn't have worried him unduly if she had, because it would never have occurred to him that she wouldn't go along for the ride. Well connected she might be, but she was no model, nor did she have the finesse of someone whose life had been relatively pampered. He had probably imagined that her gratitude would take her right up to the altar and beyond, whatever his reasons for marrying her.
This was an engagement from which she had to wriggle out with as much subtlety as she could muster, because to admit to anyone that she was marrying a man who saw her as a sensible
investment
â¦Well, she would sooner have grabbed the nearest spade, dug a hole for herself and jumped in. The humiliation would have been unendurable. Her sisters would
have smiled sympathetically and encouraged her to go along with it because, after all, she wasn't getting any younger. But behind her back they would have shaken their heads in sympathy and thanked their lucky stars that they'd been blessed with husbands who had genuinely been attracted to them.
And her parents would have supported her, of course, but they too would have retired to their bedroom and, with no one around to hear them, lamented the fact that their poor baby would never know the meaning of true love.
Frankly, it was too horrible to think about, and her only solution was to extricate herself with as much dignity as she could.
She beamed at Maria and stood back, her hands resting lightly on Maria's arms. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that hateful diamond glittering mockingly at her, and she sighed.
âI can't tell you how wonderful it's been coming up here.' She allowed her eyes to linger on the magnificent landscape. The extensive acreage, lawned and forested, blended seamlessly into the fields and open countryside, giving you the feeling that you were, indeed, mistress of all you surveyed.
âLondon has a buzz,' she said, allowing a note of wistful sadness to creep into her voiceâand at the back of her mind wondering whence she had dredged her acting skills, she who had always felt so strongly that playing games was a waste of time. âBut my heart really belongs in the country.'
âI can tell,' Maria said wryly.
âOh, you mean you've noticed? I wasn't
that
obvious, was I?' She glanced at Rafael standing alongside her and looked away hurriedly at his raised brows. âRafael and I have discussed this so many timesâ¦the fact that I can't bear the thought of living in London for the rest of my daysâ¦'
âYou're only young, my dear.'
âI know!' Cristina interjected, determined to capitalise on whatever headway she had gained. âBut I like to think ahead. The bigger picture and all that.' She fiddled with the lump of rock on her finger. âI really had only planned on living in London for a brief time, until I found my feet over here. It seemed the most promising place to start, and I was right; my flower shop is doing great. In fact, Anthea and I, well, we've actually thought about extending it, opening another shopâmaybe incorporating a landscape-design service. And naturally we would want to do that somewhere in the country. Anthea's from the country herselfâ¦Well, the New Forest area, in actual factânot entirely sure where that isâ¦quite rural, I gatherâ¦' She could feel herself losing sight of her original purpose, which had been to build for herself the foundations for her eventual escape from the predicament in which she now found herself.
âYou have ambitionsâ¦that's good. So many young women these days are content to squander the money their parents have worked hard to earn, and then they wonder why they aren't happy.' Maria looked at Rafael, and Cristina knew that she was thinking about her son's ex-wife and the lavish lifestyle which had brought her no happiness. This was not the right road. She didn't want to be considered some kind of paragon of virtue and, before any favourable comparisons could be made, she broke in firmly.
âThe dilemma of where I would want to live, well, that's a big oneâ¦best left for another time, I guess. I'm just hoping that it's one that can be sortedâ¦but enough of all that.' She made a show of looking at her watch and then suggested that perhaps it was time to leave.
âThat,' Rafael said as the house disappeared from view, âWas a moderately convincing performance.'
âHere is the ring back. I can't bear having it on my finger.' She wriggled it off and dropped it neatly on the shiny walnut gear-box. The thing had cost an arm and a leg, but instead of taking it Rafael barely gave it a glance. She thought that he had, perhaps, made a crucial mistake in choosing her. He had assumed that her privileged background would work in his favour. Just one more tick in the box. However, had she been from a less advantaged background, then his casual dismissal of that fantastically expensive ring now juddering as the car picked up speed would have impressed her to death. She hoped not sufficiently for her to have ignored her broken heart, but who knew?
With no one around, she felt that surge of hurt and anger rush through her once more.
âYou're making a mistake,' Rafael said conversationally, his eyes focused on the strip of road ahead.
Cristina had determined to maintain a dignified silence for the duration of the journeyâafter all she had already said what she'd needed toâbut there was no way that she was going to let that remark go unanswered. She turned to him and valiantly squashed that little flip her stomach did whenever her eyes were confronted with the sheer beauty of his face. The last thing she needed was to be ambushed by her body.
âI would have been making the biggest mistake of my life if I had married you,' she said bitterly.
âHow do you figure that?'
âIâ¦' She drew in a trembling breath and blinked rapidly to clear the watery film from her eyes. âI thought we had something specialâ'
âThere are tissues in the glove compartment.'
âHow can you be soâ¦soâ¦
cold
!' Cristina yelled, shocked by this newly found capacity for rage. Where had that placid
person goneâ The one who was always upbeat and never, but never, shouted?
âI am not being cold,' Rafael said with exaggerated patience. âI am simply trying to take the temperature down a notch or two. Getting worked up doesn't get anyone anywhere.'
âOh, sorry, I forgot. You don't do hysterics.'
âNo. I don't.' Without warning, he swerved the car off the main road and down one of the winding country lanes which they had not yet left behind. It would be a while before they hit the motorway system.
Cristina drew back into her chair, alarmed when he killed the engine, unclasped his seat belt and then swung his body around so that he was facing her.
âWhat are you doing?' she asked unsteadily.
âI'm having a conversation.'
âWe can talk while you drive.' She looked away and chewed her lower lip until there was the metallic taste of blood on her tongue.
âWe could,' Rafael agreed smoothly. âBut I prefer to see your face when you're calling me a monster.'
âI wasn't calling you a monster.'
âWeren't you? You accuse me of doing you the disservice of asking you to be my wife because I think you would make a good wifeâwhere is the insult in that?'
âI can't marry anyone for those reasons,' Cristina said, not looking at him. The view of fields and trees was a lot less threatening.
âYou want me to tell you that I love you,' Rafael ground out, and for a few seconds Cristina just wanted to cover his beautiful mouth with her hand, to stop that flow of words which she knew was coming. âI cannot,' he said flatly. It was his turn now to feel outrage that she could have seen his gen
erous offer as some kind of slap in the face. âI've been down that road. I've told you that. Been down that road and seen for myself what lies at the end of it. So, no, love doesn't enter the equation.'
âButâ¦' Cristina clung to those wonderful, tender memories of their love-making like a drowning person clasping a life belt, even though she could feel her fingers losing their grip as the waves continued to batter her.
âYes, we made love.'
âWas that all part and parcel of the arrangement?'
âDon't be ridiculous.'
Here she was again, turned into a shrieking virago. â
I am
not being ridiculous!
'
âI never realised that you possessed a voice that could shatter glass.'
âNor did I!' But she drew in a few deep, steadying breaths. âWe made loveâ¦'
âAnd it was good.' His own voice dropped a notch as he recalled their never-ending sessions between the sheets. Why the hell was she making this so difficult? She had been shocked at what she had interpreted as unromantic behaviour, but she would, he knew, get over that. She would come round to his point of view. He wondered whether to risk touching her, and decided that she would probably slap his hand away because she wasn'tâas he was discoveringâquite as meek and mild as he had imagined. âStop for a minute, Cristina, and think about what I'm saying. We're good togetherâgood in bedâ¦and out of it, come to that.'
âAnd so marrying me would make sense.' She felt jealousy claw at her when she thought of that other woman, the one into whom he had poured all his love, leaving him now without any to give anyone else. She had stolen his dreams
and left him with a spreadsheet on which his future could be mapped out like figures in a profit-and-loss column. âRafael, the future isn't some kind of business deal that can be put together on a piece of paper. I won't sign my life away to someone because it seems to
make sense
. I would rather take my chances and wait for someone who might be able to give me the whole big thing.'
For a few unsettling seconds, Rafael wondered whether his smoothly made plans were in danger of being derailed. Having come this far in overthrowing his habits of a lifetime, in finally accepting the inescapable truth that he needed to settle down, he began to flounder at the preposterous notion that she might, really, be serious. Sure she had handed him back the ring, but women, he knew, were notorious for emotional outbursts later to be regretted.
âThere is no such thing as
the whole big thing
,' he growled, uneasily aware that this was possibly not the right approach to be adopting in the face of mutiny.
âMaybe not for
you
,' Cristina snapped back, once again amazed at the shrew that seemed to have emerged from deep inside her. âOr maybe you
had
your stab at the whole big thing and it didn't work outâbut that doesn't mean that
I'm
prepared to give up my own dream on the back of the fact that
yours
fell flat!'
âYou were happy enough to be my wife forty-eight hours ago,' Rafael told her, pointing out what he considered to be an inescapable truth. âI'm finding it hard to understand what essentially has changed. I'm the same man I was then. Look at me!' he commanded. âHave I suddenly turned into someone else? Morphed into an ogre? Grown an extra head? No.'
Cristina knew just how persuasive he could be when he put his mind to it. Whatever he wanted, he had once told her with
a touch of satisfaction, he got. Simple as that. And sure, when he looked at her like thisâcovering her with his eyes, willing her to absorb what he was saying and yield to his greater wisdomâshe could almost believe that he had a point, that love was just a word that was meaningless. Almost, but not quite.
âYou don't understand,' she muttered.
âThen enlighten me.'