Page 66 of For the Love of Lilah
“What do you expect me to do?”
“I don’t expect anything. If I had stuck to that from the beginning, you wouldn’t have been able to hurt me like this. As it is, it’s my problem. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
He grabbed her arm before she reached the door. “You can’t say things like this, you can’t tell me you’re in love with me, then just walk away.”
“I’ll do exactly as I please.” Eyes cold, she jerked her arm free. “I don’t have anything more to say to you, and there’s nothing you can say I want to hear right now.”
She walked out of his room into her own and locked the door behind her.
Hours later, she sat in her room, cursing herself for losing her pride and her temper so completely. All she had succeeded in accomplishing was embarrassing herself and Max, and giving herself a vicious headache.
She’d slashed at him, and that had been wrong. She’d pushed him, and that had been stupid. Any hope she’d had of steering him gently into love had been smashed because she’d demanded things he hadn’t wanted to give. Now, more than likely, she had ruined a friendship that had been vitally important to her.
There could be no apologizing. No matter how miserable she felt, she couldn’t apologize for speaking the truth. And she could never claim to be sorry to have fallen in love.
Restless, she walked out on the terrace. There were clouds over the moon. The wind shoved them across the sky so that the light glimmered for a moment, then was smothered. The heat of the day was trapped; the night almost sultry. Fireflies danced over the black carpet of lawn like sparks from a dying fire.
In the distance thunder rumbled, but there was no freshening scent of rain. The storm was out at sea, and even if the capricious wind blew it to land, it might be hours before it hit and relieved the hazy heat. She could smell the flowers, hot and heady, and glanced toward the garden. Her thoughts were so involved that she stared at the glimmer of light for a full minute before it registered.
Not again, she thought, and was almost depressed enough to let the amateur treasure hunters have their thrill. But Suzanna worked too hard on the gardens to have some idiot with a map dig up her perennials. In any case, at least chasing off a trespasser was constructive.
She moved quietly down the steps and into the deeper gloom of the garden. It was simple enough to follow the beam of light. As she walked toward it, Lilah debated whether to use the Calhoun curse or the old The Police Are On Their Way. Both were reliable ways of sending trespassers scurrying. Any other time the prospect might have amused her.
When the light blinked out, she stopped, frowning, to listen. There was only the sound of her own breathing. Not a leaf stirred, and no bird sang in the brush. With a shrug, she moved on. Perhaps they had heard her and had already retreated, but she wanted to be certain.
In the dark, she nearly fell over the pile of dirt. All amusement vanished when her eyes adjusted and she saw the destruction of Suzanna’s lovely bed of dahlias.
“Jerks,” she muttered, and kicked at the dirt with a sandaled foot. “What the hell is wrong with them?” On a little moan, she bent down to pick up a trampled bloom. Her fingers clenched over it when a hand slapped against her mouth.
“Not a sound.” The voice hissed at her ear. Reacting to it, she started to struggle, then froze when she felt the point of the knife at her throat. “Do exactly what I say, and I won’t cut you. Try to yell, and I’ll slice this across your throat. Understand?”
She nodded and let out a long careful breath when his hand slid away from her mouth. It would have been foolish to ask what he wanted. She knew the answer. But this wasn’t some adventure-seeking tourist out for a late-night lark.
“You’re wasting your time. The emeralds aren’t here.”
“Don’t play games with me. I’ve got a map.”
Lilah closed her eyes and bit back a hysterical and dangerous laugh.
Max paced his room, scowled at the floor and wished he had something handy to kick. He’d messed things up beautifully. He wasn’t exactly sure how he’d managed it, but he’d hurt Lilah, infuriated her and alienated her all in one swoop. He’d never seen a woman go through so many emotions in such a short time. From unhappiness to fury, from fury to frost—hardly letting him get in a single word.
He could have defended himself—if he’d been totally certain of the offense. How could he have known that she’d be offended he hadn’t mentioned the book? He hadn’t wanted to bore her. No, that was a lie, he admitted. He hadn’t told her because he’d been afraid. Plain and simple.
As far as the promotion went, he’d meant to tell her, but it had slipped his mind. How could she believe that he’d have accepted the position and left without telling her?
“What the hell was she supposed to think, you jerk?” he muttered, and plopped down into a chair.
So much for all his careful plans, his step-by-step courtship. His tidy little itinerary for making her fall in love with him had blown up in his face. She’d been in love with him all along.
She loved him.He dragged a hand through his hair. Lilah Calhoun was in love with him, and he hadn’t had to wave a magic wand or implement any complicated plan. All he’d had to do was be himself.
She’d been in love with him all along, but he’d been too stupid to believe it even when she’d tried to tell him. Now she’d locked herself in her room and wouldn’t listen to him.
As far as he could see, he had two choices. He could sit here and wait until she cooled off, then he could beg. Or he could get up right now, beat down her door and demand that she hear him out.
He liked the second idea. In fact, he thought it was inspired.
Without taking the time to debate with himself, he went through the terrace doors. Since it was two in the morning, it made more sense to rattle the glass than beat on the inside door and wake up the household. And it was more romantic. He’d shove open those doors, stride across the room and drag her into his arms until she...
