War of Love by Carole Mortimer

Author:Carole Mortimer [Mortimer, Carole]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Contemporary, Fiction, Romance, General, Large Type Books
ISBN: 9780263141542
Google: XhUP3Bd98ckC
Amazon: 0373117272
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 1993-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

'Well?' Lyon demanded as she continued staring at him.

Well, indeed. What could she say? She knew exactly what her mother and Henry had done—and she couldn't blame them in the least. Not in the circumstances. The last thing Henry needed at the moment was tension and strain, and dealing with Lyon over this situation was sure to cause that. Much better simply to present him with a fait accompli. Lyon was aware of that too—and he was obviously absolutely furious at the idea of being duped by the older couple.

'Well,' Silke repeated slowly, leaning back in her chair, playing for time really. What could she say? She didn't know any of the details of her mother and Henry's disappearance, only appreciated the reason for it. But at the same time she knew Lyon wasn't going to believe her ignorance about the older couple's plans.

'Where are they, Silke?' Lyon ground out harshly at her continued silence.

She looked at him consideringly, at his set features, the cold fury in his eyes—and she was grateful she knew none of the details of the runaways' wedding. Because she knew that, if she had, Lyon wouldn't have relented until he had extracted those details from her. Which she was sure her mother and Henry were aware of too.

She drew in a deep breath. 'I know you aren't going to believe this-----'

'If you're about to tell me you don't know where Henry and your mother are, then no, I'm not,' Lyon grated, eyes glittering.

Silke grimaced at his determined expression. 'I don't know where Henry and my mother are,' she repeated evenly, her own gaze unflinching.

He let out a controlled snort of disbelief. 'Silke, you-----' He broke off as the telephone on the desk began to ring. 'Instruct your secretary to hold all calls,' he bit out harshly, glaring balefully at the offending telephone.

Silke arched blonde brows at him at the same time as she reached out for the receiver. 'I have a business to run, Lyon, and-----'

'It's your mother's business,' he snapped. 'And after today it doesn't look as if she's going to need it any more!'

Silke picked up the receiver, her gaze never leaving Lyon's determinedly set face as he moved to sit in the chair facing her desk. Not that he looked in the least relaxed once he had sat down, his body filled with a powerful tension as he sat so quietly watching her. Unnerving!

What was even more unnerving was the voice on the other end of the telephone line! No wonder Jackie hadn't hesitated in putting the call through!

'Silke! Darling, I-----'

'Hello, Mrs—Adams.' There was only the slightest hesitation before the surname—thank God. The last thing she wanted was for Lyon to realise it was her mother on the telephone! As it was, her own palms were sweating as she held the receiver, and she was sure she must have gone slightly pale. 'No, my mother isn't here at the moment,' she said pointedly; Lyon was the one who was here! 'I

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