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day I’m going to have to think of it from Scout’s point of view. When she’s older andcan understand things, she may want to know about her father.’
    ‘But you don’t want him to know in the meantime? That’s why you took such astonishingly evasive measures tonight.’ Cam Hillier rested his jaw on his fist. ‘Do you think he’d react any differently?’
    Liz heaved a sigh. ‘I don’t know, but it’s hard to imagine anyone resisting Scout. She—she looks like him sometimes. And I did read an article about him fairly recently. He’s beginning to make a name for himself in his chosen field. He and his wife have been married for four years. They have no children. There may be a dozen reasons for that, and I may be paranoid, but I can’t help it—I’m scared stiff they’ll somehow lure Scout away from me.’
    ‘Liz.’ He sat forward. ‘You’re her mother. They can’t—unless you can’t provide for her.’
    ‘Maybe not legally, but there could be other ways. As she grows up she might find she prefers what they have to offer. They have a settled home. He has growing prestige. Whereas I am…I’m just getting by.’ The raw, stark emotion was plain to see in her eyes.
    ‘Have you got over him, Liz?’
    A complete silence blanketed the room until the hoot from a harbour ferry broke it.
    ‘I haven’t forgotten or forgiven.’ She stared out at the pool. ‘Not that I was—not that I
wasn’t
incredibly naïve and foolish. I haven’t forgiven myself for that.’
    ‘You should. These things happen. Not always with such consequences, but life has its lessons along the way.’
    And, to her surprise, there was something like understanding in his eyes.
    She moistened her lips and took several breaths to steady herself, because his lack of judgement of her was nearly her undoing. She gazed down at her bare feet and fought to control her tears.
    Then she bit her lip as where she was, who
he
was, and how she’d poured all her troubles out to a virtual stranger with the added complication of him being her employer hit her.
    Her eyes dilated and she took a ragged breath and straightened. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said huskily. ‘If you want to sack me I’d understand, but do you believe me now?’
    ‘Yes.’ Cam Hillier didn’t hesitate. ‘Uh—no, I don’t want to sack you. But I’ll take you home now.’ He drained the last of his brandy and stood up.
    ‘Oh, I can get a taxi,’ she assured him hastily, and followed suit.
    He raised an eyebrow. ‘With only one shoe? Your other one is ruined.’
    ‘I—’
    ‘Don’t argue,’ he recommended. He shrugged into his jacket, but didn’t bother with his tie. Then he glanced at his watch. At the same time his mobile rang. He got it out of his pocket and looked at the screen.
    ‘Ah, Portia,’ he murmured. ‘Wanting to berate me or make disparaging comparisons, do you think?’ He clicked the phone off and shoved it into his pocket.
    Liz took a guilty breath. ‘I shouldn’t have told you that. And—and she might want to explain. I think you should talk to her.’
    He looked down at her, his deep blue eyes alight with mocking amusement. ‘Your concern for my love-life is touching, Miss Montrose, but Portia and I have come to the end of the road. After you.’ He gestured for her to precede him.
    Liz clicked her tongue exasperatedly and tried to walk out as regally as was possible with no shoes on.
    Cam Hillier dropped her off at her apartment building, and waited and watched as she crossed the pavement towards the entrance.
    She’d insisted on putting on both shoes, although one still squelched a bit. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as it occurred to him that her long legs were just as good as Portia’s. In fact, he thought, her figure might not be as voluptuous as Portia’s but she was quite tall, with straight shoulders, a long, narrow waist. And the whole was slim and elegant—how had he not noticed it before?
    Because he’d been