"Deal?" She was a cool one, wasn't she? Cool and composed while he wanted to rage. "There's always the deal, isn't there? Contracts and payments and benefits. You keep your eyes on the prize."
She went white, her eyes a blazing blue in contrast. "Get out. Get out of my house. I don't take a man to my bed who looks at me and sees a whore."
Her words slapped him back, to sense and to shame. "I never meant that. I never thought that."
"Didn't you? Get out, you bastard." She began to shake. "And before you go I'll tell you this: Jude painted that for me, for my birthday."
She whirled around, strode into the bedroom.
"Darcy, wait!" He managed to block the door before it slammed in his face. "I'm sorry. Listen-" That was as far as he got before whatever she threw shattered against the door an inch from his face. "Jesus!"
"I said get out of my house."
She wasn't pale now. She was flushed with rage and already grabbing for a pretty china trinket box. He had an instant to decide-advance or retreat. An instant too long, as the box bounced smartly off his shoulder before he could reach her.
"I'm sorry," he said again, gripping her arms before she could select the next missile. "I was out of line, completely wrong. No excuse. Please, listen to me."
"Let go of me, Trevor."
"Throw anything you want. But then listen to me. Please."
She was vibrating like a bow sharply plucked. "Why should I?"
"No reason. Listen anyway."
"All right, but let me go, and step back. I don't want you touching me now."
His hands flexed on her arms, a jerk of reaction. Then he nodded, released her. He'd deserved that, he told himself. That and worse. Because he was afraid she intended to give him worse, to turn him out of her life, he was prepared to beg.
"I've never been jealous before. Believe me, I don't like it any more than you do. It's contemptible."
"You've had women before me. Do I throw them in your face and cheapen you that way?"
"No." He'd cut deep, he realized, and they were both bleeding. "I had no right, and no reason. I wasn't thinking about the painting, really. My feelings for you are out of control. So I'm out of control." Her eyes, shocked, stared back at his when he stroked her hair. "They make me stupid."
Her heart began to thud. "I've thought of no man but you since we met. Is that enough for you?"
"It should be." He dropped his hand. "But it's not." He paced away, back, away. Plans and schedules were out of the picture now, he decided. It was time to act. "I need something more than that from you, and I'm willing to give you whatever you want."
The rapid beating of her heart skipped in a quick stab of pain. "What do you mean?"
"I want, let's say, exclusive rights. For that, for you," he added, turning back to her. "You can name it. I've got an apartment in New York. If it doesn't suit you, we'll find another. Personally, and through the company, I have several homes in a number of countries. If you like, I can buy property here, build a house to your specifications. Whatever traveling's required between us, I assume you'd want a base here."
"I see." Her voice was quiet, her eyes lowered. "That's considerate of you. And would I also have access to bank accounts, credit cards, that sort of thing?" His hands went back in his pockets, balled into fists. "Of course."
"And for all this." She traced a finger over the bracelet she'd worn since he'd first clasped it on her wrist. That she'd loved first for its beauty, and then simply because he'd given it to her. "I would, in turn, keep myself only for you."
"That's one way of putting it. But I-" He never saw it coming. The little Belleek vase smacked dead between his eyes. Through the stars wheeling in front of him, he saw her face. Pale again, rigid with outrage.
"You low-lying son-of-a-toad! What's the difference between a whore and a mistress but the type of payment?"
"Mistress?" With shock, he touched his forehead, stared at the blood on his fingers. Then he was dodging crockery. "Who said-cut it out!"
"You miserable worm. You badger!" She sent all the pretty things she'd collected over the years crashing. "I wouldn't have you on the silver platter you were born on. So take all your fancy houses and your bank drafts and your credit line and stuff them. Choke on them!"
Tears spoiled her aim, but the ricochets and flying debris were awesome. Trevor blocked the lamp she'd yanked out of the wall, stepped on glass, swore. "I don't want a mistress."
"Go to hell." It was the best she had left, and knowing it, she snatched up a small carved box and ran out with it.
"For God's sake." He had to sit down on the bed to pick the glass out of his feet. He had the hideous notion she might be getting a knife or some other sharp implement, then his head snapped up when he heard the door slam.
"Darcy! Damn it." Leaping up, leaving blood smeared on the floor, he rushed after her.
He supposed he could have handled it all with less finesse. If he'd been a gibbering ape. He streaked down the stairs, swore again when he heard the boom of the pub door crashing shut. For Christ's sake, here they were, neither of them dressed, and where does she take the crisis but outside? A sensible man would run in the opposite direction.
Trevor bolted through the kitchen after her.
She let the box fly as she ran, and closed her fist tight on the stone she'd kept inside it. Wishes be damned, she thought in fury. Love be damned. Trevor be damned. She was throwing it and all it meant into the sea.
She'd have no part of it now, no part of hopes and dreams and promises. If loving meant burying everything she was for a man who had such contempt for her, she would have no part of that either.
Hair flying, she raced along the seawall under a sky softening toward dawn. She didn't hear her own sobbing over the pulse and pump of the sea, nor Trevor's call and the sudden, frantic plea in it.
She stumbled onto the beach, would have fallen if he hadn't caught her.
"Darcy, wait. Don't." His arms shook as they wrapped around her. He'd thought she'd meant to plunge into the water.
She turned on him like a wildcat, kicking, scratching, biting. In shock as much as defense, he pulled her down to the sand where he could lie on top of her and hold her still.
A hangover, he discovered, was nothing compared to the pain inflicted by Darcy Gallagher in a temper. "Easy." He panted it out. "Just take it easy."
"I'll kill you, first chance."
"I believe it." He looked down at her. Her face was streaked with tears, and they continued to fall though her eyes were burning with fury. Here, he thought, was the first time he'd seen her weep for herself. And he'd caused it.
"I deserve it for fumbling this so badly. Darcy, I wasn't asking you to be my mistress-which is a ridiculous term and completely unsuitable when applied to you. I was trying to ask you to marry me."
He knocked the breath out of her as surely as if he'd rammed his elbow into her belly. "What?"
"I was asking you to marry me."
"Marry, as in husband and wife, rings on our fingers, till death do us part?"
"That's the one." He risked a smile. "Darcy, I-"
"Will you get off me? You're hurting me."
"Sorry." He rolled aside, helped her up. "If I could just start over."
"Oh, no, let's pick up where you left off. When you were offering me houses and bank accounts. That's how you chose to propose to the likes of me?"
Her voice was like sugar, with each crystal honed like a razor. "Ah-"
"You think I'd marry you for what you have, for what you can give me?" She shoved him back two full steps. "You think you can buy me like one of your companies?"
"But you've said-"
"I don't care what I've said. Any moron would see it was just talk if they took the time to listen, to look. I'll tell you what you can do with your fine houses and your big accounts, Magee. You can burn them to the ground for all I care. I'll buy the fucking torch and light it."
"You made it clear-"
"I made nothing clear, as nothing was clear to me. But now I will. I'd have taken you with nothing. Now I'll take you not at all."
She turned, flung back her arm. It was blind instinct that made him grab her, pry her fingers open. "What is this?"
"It's mine, given to me by Carrick. Sapphire." She jerked away from him as her voice began to hitch again. "The heart of the sea. I could wish on it, he told me. One wish only, for my heart's desire. But I didn't use it and never will. Do you know why?"
"No. Don't cry any more. I can't stand it."
"Do you know why?" Her voice rose, thick with tears.
"No. I don't know why."
"I wanted you to love me without it. That was my wish, so how could I use it and have it come true?"
Magic, he thought. He'd worried about magic, and she'd held it in her hand. He'd offered her things, and she'd wanted him. Enough to have thrown the fortune he'd let himself believe she desired most back into the heart of the sea.
"I did love you without it. I do." He took her hand again, closed her fingers over the stone. "Don't throw it away. Don't throw us away because I've been stupid. I swear to you I've never handled anything as badly as I've handled this. Let me fix it."
"I'm tired." She closed her eyes and turned to face the sea. "I'm just so tired."
"A long time ago-it seems like a long time-when I told you I couldn't fall in love, I meant it. I believed it. There was no one- There was never any magic with anyone else."
She stared down at the gem in her hand. "I didn't use it."
"You didn't have to. You just had to be. I haven't been the same since I met you. I tried to compensate for that. Stay in control, stay focused. I didn't come here looking for you, Darcy, looking for this. That's what I told myself. I was wrong, and I knew it. Somehow I've always been looking for you, always been looking for this."
"Do you think I'm so hard, so small of heart that I can't love where there isn't gain?"
"I think there are countless parts to you. Every time I see a new one, I'm more in love with you. I wanted you to belong to me, and it was easier to believe I could hold on to you by offering you things."
Through the weariness was just enough shame to make her honest. "That's what I wanted once. Before you."
"Whatever either of us wanted once doesn't count now."
No, nothing had to count but this. If they wished it. So she turned to him. "Do you mean it?"
"I mean it."
"Then so will I."
"More than anything, right now, I want you to look at me and tell me you love me."
She shivered in the wind, crossed her arms over her breasts, gazed out to sea. It was the moment, she thought, when her life changed, when dreams trembled, when spells were cast and broken.
"Damn it, Darcy." His impatient voice shattered her romantic images. "Do you want me to crawl?"
She looked at him then, the beginnings of amusement lighting eyes still damp from tears. "Yes."
He opened his mouth, was on the verge of dropping literally and metaphorically to his knees. And that, he decided, would just put the cap on everything else he'd suffered that morning. "No. Damned if I will."
Her heart simply soared. After one wild laugh, she threw herself into his arms. "There, now. There's the arrogant bastard I love." She pressed her lips to his, warm and welcoming. "There's my heart's desire."
"Say it once," he murmured against her mouth. "Without swearing at me."
"I love you, just exactly as you are." She drew back, made a sympathetic sound. "Oh, no, look at that, you're bleeding."
"Tell me about it."
"Well, I'll bandage you up in a bit of a while, but I want you to ask me again, and ask me proper. Here, between the moon and the sun and the sea, before the light breaks through to morning. There's magic here, Trevor, and I want our slice of it."
He felt it, as she did, the trembling edge of power just held in check. He had no ring to give her, no symbol to seal the moment. Then he remembered the silver disk and slipped the chain over his head, over hers.
She remembered the words that had come as in a dream. Forever love.
"A charm," he said. "A promise. Marry me, Darcy. Make a life with me. Make a home and children with me."
"I will, and gladly. Here." She pressed the stone into his hand. "A charm. And a promise."
"You humble me."
"No, never that." She brushed her fingers over his cheek. "I'd take you, Trevor, prince or pauper. But, loving me, you'll understand I'm pleased you're more in line with the prince."
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