And Sadie had played her part in that too.
‘Love!’ Nikos scorned. ‘What do you know about love? Have you ever felt real love for anyone—anyone but yourself?’
‘Of course I have! You know I have! I—’
‘Oh, don’t try to tell me that I know you’ve loved because of the way you were with me!’
Unable to believe how outrageously she was still prepared to lie, Nikos flung the words at her in a black fury.
‘Thee mou, don’t you dare claim that you loved—even still love—me!’
Sadie’s head snapped back, eyes closing briefly as if he had actually slapped her in the face. But she recovered quickly enough and turned on him instead.
‘No, I’m not claiming that! I don’t love you. If you want the truth…’
‘Oh, by all means, let us have the truth,’ Nikos drawled, when an unexpected catch in her breath had her stumbling over her next words. ‘It is time there was a little honesty in this relationship.’
‘Honesty?’ Sadie echoed, injecting the word with so much cynicism that she almost felt it sharp as a razor on her tongue, ready to cut her to ribbons. ‘If you want honesty, then I’ll give you honesty.’
Once more she had to pause, to draw in a needed calming breath, and Nikos watched her with burning eyes, no trace of emotion on the stone wall of his face. And the need to drive something past that armoured wall drove her to lose control completely.
‘The honest truth is that I don’t love you. Of course I don’t. The only feeling I have for you is loathing. I hate you. I would never have come to you, never have sought you out unless you were my very last chance. The only hope I had.’
The way his eyes narrowed, black brows snapping together in a dark frown made Sadie’s stomach clench in sharp unease. Had she taken several steps too far, saying that? Given him too much ammunition to use against her if he wanted to? But then there was no way he couldn’t know that she’d had to be desperate, on her very last chance, to be prepared to come to him, practically begging for a way to stay in Thorn Trees. He could never have doubted how worried she had to have been to turn to him. Nikos, of all people, would know that if she had had any other possible alternative then she would have used it if she could.
And it had felt so good to actually spit the words out and toss them in his face. To say the things that she had wanted to say five years before and never had the chance. When Nikos had come to the house that one last time, and her father had opened the door to him, she had been upstairs with her mother. Sarah had been pregnant with George and had been in such a state that there’d been no way Sadie could have left her, not even to face the man who had broken her heart and destroyed her life. So she had tossed down the stairs the lines that her father had given her to use and at the time had been thankful that that was all she’d had to do. That she hadn’t had to actually confront Nikos about the things he had done. Because that would have been more than she could bear.
But this time it felt good to actually have the words on her tongue and to give them free range. So good that for a crazy, wild moment she didn’t stop to think of what she was doing or of how dangerous it might be to let rip.
‘And the only reason I’m here is because you asked me to do a job—to plan and organise your damn wedding! We had an agreement on that.’
‘We did.’
Nikos’s tone was surprisingly mild, but the burn of his eyes seemed to flay away a couple of precious layers of her skin, leaving her raw and hurting without even trying.
‘And I will stick to that agreement, no matter how I feel about you personally. I’ll give you every last bit of my expertise. I’ll do the best job I can. Because that’s what I promised.’
She had no other choice. If she didn’t fulfil her side of the bargain, then what was to stop Nikos from reverting to the ‘no way, no chance…go home and pack’ stance that he had taken with her at first. Before his unexpected and almost unbelievable change of heart.
‘But I’ll not do it for you. I’m doing it for your bride, so that she can have a wonderful day even if—even if she is marrying you. And in order to do that…’
What had changed in his face, altered his expression? Some shift in his muscles or a different light in those searing eyes. Something very subtle but definitely there. And it changed everything in the space of a single heartbeat, disturbing the atmosphere so that she felt herself floundering, suddenly gasping for air as if she had gone down under water and her lungs were filling up with liquid.
‘In order to do that?’ he prompted smoothly as she fought to find her voice again.