The more likely scenario would have run very differently. Alex would have demanded to know why she wasn't answering the phones, seen the brandy bottle at one glance and incredulously insisted on an explanation. And only then did she recall the minor fact which she had forgotten in all the excitement. Alex should have been flying to Rome that afternoon…but he hadn't gone anywhere. Another coincidence?
With his sisters fussing around her, Sara went to change out of her wedding gown. How had Alex known that Brian was a salesman? That she lived with her cousin? Alex had known too much. And what about the dinner party he had mentioned, the keys of the company apartment right there in his pocket so that he could offer them without delay? Her heartbeat was pounding so loudly that it felt as though it was sitting at the foot of her throat. Smooth, slick womaniser…
'No woman would forgive such a betrayal…'
'How could you ever trust him again…?'
What she was imagining was sheer madness, she told herself weakly, but she could not forget Alex's silence. He had neither laughed nor defended himself. His impassivity had challenged her disbelief, indeed openly invited her suspicions…
Sheathed in an elegant suit in cream and black and showered in confetti, she slid breathlessly into the limousine that was to take them to the airport.
'Alex…' Sara licked uneasily at her dry lower lip. 'I'm about to ask you what is probably a very stupid question.'
'The investigator?'
Sara tried and failed to swallow, her intensely green eyes snapping to his diamond-sharp dark gaze.
'Guilty as charged. Yes…1 put an investigator on him.'
'Y-yes?'Sara felt as if her voice was fighting through layers of concrete to be heard. To have had her wild suspicion flatly, unemotionally confirmed without the smallest preamble sent shock rolling over her in thunderous waves.
'I wanted you a great deal, Sara.'
'You set an investigator on Brian?' she whispered shakily, her flesh clammy.
'And his liaison with your cousin was duly discovered. I will be very frank; my initial intent was simply to tell you that he was having an affair.' ›
'Was it?'she asked stupidly.
'But the kill-the-messenger principle, allied with the fear that you might well disbelieve me, convinced me that such a direct approach would be unwise. Nor was our working relationship conducive to the delivery of such a very personal revelation,' Alex spelt out levelly. 'Sadly, it was necessary that you should discover them with your own eyes.'
'S-sadly?'Sara quavered, her entire attention nailed to him with a kind of sick fascination.
'I did not know that you would surprise them in bed,' Alex continued reflectively. 'I could hardly have arranged that.'
'But it was remarkably likely, wasn't it?' Sara's voice wobbled again. 'The phone call??”
'I arranged-'
'The security guard who works for you? I saw him in the street outside the flat.'
'A precaution for your safety…' Alex was beginning to sound very slightly defensive, as if her attitude was not quite what he had envisaged. 'I knew you might be upset-'
'Might beVSara stressed in agonised disbelief.
'I wanted to know where you were, what you were doing and that you were safe from any harm. I felt responsible for you.'
Her whole image of Alex shattered there and then. Brick by brick it fell apart, and then even the bricks crumbled to dust. She trembled in the face of the enormity of what he'd confessed with such incredible cool. He had set her up for the worst ordeal of her life and then calmly strolled in to play the good Samaritan and plunder what was left with the innate deviousness of a born manipulator. Sara was absolutely devastated. 'Sara… you had a right to know about their affair.'
'That's what reporters say when they rip someone's life apart for the public's entertainment-a right to know,' she repeated unevenly.
'It's a little late now…we're married.'
'And that certainly wasn't part of the original game plan, was it?' Sara accused him painfully, her head pounding fit to burst. 'You intended to catch me on the rebound and talk me into bed… but I even did that for you, didn't I? I dragged you into bed the same day!'
'Sara, don't… It wasn't like that.'
'I know what it was like… I was there!' Sara threw back rawly. 'You were prepared to wreck my future with the man I loved just for the sake of some sordid little fling! And if I had been stupid enough to agree to that I would now be clutching twenty-four red roses and a diamond bracelet! Another AlexRossini cast-off to be sniggered at by the gutter press!'
'I asked you to marry me,' Alex gritted, a dark flush highlighting his slashing cheekbones.