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harden up. Abigail.’ he warned harshly. Any other female would have
slapped my face and stormed off at this point. But you—you whisper, ‘Thank
you’re your s weetness doesn’t get
to me anymore.’
    ‘It never
did,’ she said more calmly than she had thought possible. ‘You just pretended.’
Her wide green eyes looked at him steadily. ‘You can take everything from us,
but you’ll not take my character or my belief in people. It was just my
misfortune to have met you when I was too young to know better. I’ll not judge
everyone else by you, though. Somehow, somewhere, I’ll start again.’
    His hands
tightened on her arm but she pulled away and got out of the car slamming the
door and walking towards the building that very soon would be part of  Logan’s empire. She didn’t look round, and long before she got to the steps she heard the
Jaguar purr away and moved back into the traffic. If she had annoyed him at the
end, his driving gave no sign of it. He was, as usual, untouchable, imperious
and cold.
    ‘Did you see him?’ Martha
was waiting as Abigail] reached her own floor and went towards her office.
    ‘Yes. I
told you not to hope. There was nothing to hope for.’
    ‘I just
thought that as you were there for so long—’
    ‘I
fainted,’ Abigail muttered. ‘He brought me back.’
    ‘And? ’ Martha’s face had shown signs of anxiety at the mention of her fainting and
Abigail just wanted to get out of here fast.
    ‘And
nothing. It was merely a courtesy.’
    She
walked past and Martha stated after her. She knew all about Logan Steele. She
had been at the wedding. Even now, after all that had happened, she couldn’t
believe that it had all been a sham. They had seemed to be alone even in a
crowded church, Abigail so young and beautiful and Logan so powerful and
protective! Love had seemed to glow around them like an incredible light. But
she had seen Abigail’s dreams shattered and now she clenched her hands in rage
and went back to her work. What was there to believe in? How did Abigail cope
each day?
     
    CHAPTER TWO
    With her appointments
cancelled for the rest of the day, Abigail now had nothing to do. It was
useless to work at anything because soon there would be no future at all. Even
if she went out of her office and into another part of the building, there
would be worried eyes on her, people wondering if she knew anything that they
did not. Some of the staff had already taken up other offers and she knew that
those who stayed were here through loyalty to her.
    The
responsibility was like a weight on her heart and yet there was nothing she
could do to shield either the staff or her own father. She couldn’t even go
home yet. If she arrived early he would be in a state of anxiety the moment he
saw her car.
    She paced
about and then went along to make herself a coffee. The long, thickly carpeted
corridor was deserted. This was the executive part of the building Just through
the door at the end was the open-plan office–where Martha had her desk. At one
time this place had almost matched the opulence of the Steele building. It was
not as big but it had been a busy, functioning place, the smell of wealth an
almost tangible thing in the air.
    Now it
seemed to be deserted. The office of the vice-chairman was empty He had left at
the first opportunity, left before he could be declared redundant. One day that
office was to have been Abigail’s but she had kept temporarily to the office of
chairman long before her time, long before her father’s retirement and years
before she had been ready to make the step.
    The
boardroom was facing her as she came back and, she burned into her own office
after one glance at the name on the door, That room, this corridor was where
she had first Keen Logan and she didn’t want to be reminded. In the quiet she
still seemed to hear his voice as she had first heard it. It had been harsh
enough, violent enough to stop her in her tracks but she hadn’t had time