Cinderella's Christmas Secret - Sharon Kendrick Page 0,56

well-worn relic from her old wardrobe. It was as if she had embraced her old life and cut him out completely, he thought, and his heart gave another painful clench as he increased the speed of the car.

Once he had vowed never to let a woman close enough to hurt him. What had happened to that fervent vow from which he had never wavered? The vow he’d made on his knees on that snowy Christmas Eve in Spain, all those years ago.

You could leave now while there’s still time, a cold and pragmatic voice in his head reminded him.

But he ignored it.

His car slid to a halt outside her tiny cottage and he crunched his way up the gravel path. Ignoring the twee little bell which dangled in the porch, he lifted his arm and began to pound on the door and the mighty sound created by his fist echoed through the still night air.

Someone was knocking at her door and Hollie paused in the middle of washing up her teacup. No, it was more like a pounding. The sound which someone who was in a hurry—or a temper—would make. Someone autocratic and powerful who wouldn’t think twice about making enough noise to wake the dead.

Her throat dried. There was only one person she knew who would knock like that. Was that why her heart started racing as she put her teacup down and headed for the door? Or was it just that deep down she’d been expecting this visit and now the moment had arrived, she felt a terrible fatalistic sorrow washing over her?

Drawing in a deep breath, she pulled open the door and there stood Maximo. His hair was windswept and he was dressed in the black clothes which were so familiar, but Hollie had never seen that expression on his face before. It was tense. Brittle. As if he were holding something dark and unwanted inside him. His eyes narrowed, and then he spoke.

‘Can I come in, please, Hollie?’

Did he really think she would refuse him entry? That she would want to? Because even though she recognised that the final minutes of their relationship were ticking away, Hollie wasn’t feeling the things she wanted to feel. Despite the fact that he had used her as a pawn in his ambitious game plan, she wasn’t hating him, or not fancying him. Her stupid stomach still turned to mush when he brushed past her, forcing her to shut the door on the drizzly evening outside.

For a minute she was tempted to throw herself into his arms in an effort to blot out all those things she’d discovered. Or even to ask if he’d like some coffee after his long journey, in a futile desire to put off the inevitable. To act as if she were still going to be his wife and make like they were going to be a happy family.

But she couldn’t do that any more. She couldn’t pretend—not to him—not even to herself.

Especially not to herself.

Uncharacteristically, he seemed almost hesitant as his gaze swept over her. ‘Is the baby okay?’

Of course that would be his number one concern. ‘Everything’s fine,’ she answered briskly. ‘I’m having the scan the day after tomorrow.’

There was a pause, and now the light from his eyes was very hard and very bright. ‘Do you want to tell me why you sent that text?’

Hollie tried to think of the right words but there were no right words. Only wrong ones. Harsh, discordant words which had the power to destroy everything and now she was going to have to say them out loud and make it all real.

‘Do you want to tell me why you asked me to marry you, Maximo?’ she questioned quietly. ‘Only give me the real reason this time!’

His frown deepened. ‘But you know the reason.’

‘Yes, of course I do. Because of the baby. Or so I thought. We were supposed to be completely honest with each other, weren’t we? We said that truth was going to define our relationship. Yet all the time...’ She swallowed. ‘All the time there was this great big secret bubbling away in the background, which you failed to mention.’

‘What secret?’ he echoed. ‘You’ve completely lost me now.’

‘Please don’t treat me like an idiot!’ she snapped.

‘Then why don’t you stop speaking in riddles? I told you. I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

‘I’m talking about inheriting your father’s business!’

He shook his head. ‘Nope. Still confused.’

His words sounded genuine but Hollie steeled her heart against them,