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smoothed the crumpled cotton over her exposed white thighs and clasped her hands firmly in her lap.
    'Look, I do my job to the best of my ability.' That seemed to make his mouth curl even more. Baffled, she sighed and gave up. 'Think what you like,' she said impatiently. 'I'm determined to wait for your father—if only to commiserate with him! Poor man! I hope I never have a son like you—'
    'The very thought makes me go cold!' he bit out.
    Mandy was struck dumb by his savage reaction. 'Something's bugging you! Tell me what it is!' she demanded.
    'Are you that insensitive that you don't know? You're the problem. You and my father!' he snarled, his teeth almost tearing at the words. 'Be in no doubt as to how I feel. I hold my father and you in contempt. I refuse to lie down and let him grind his heel in my neck! I will not help women who want to use him for their own mercenary means! Got that?'
    She drew in her breath. Their eyes met, glacial blue and startled brown. 'The message is crystal-clear,' she said with icy dignity. 'When your father recovers—'
    'Maybe he won't,' Pascal said with soft savagery, as if he wasn't particularly concerned.
    He carried his hatred like a spear, thrusting it at anyone who was associated with his despised father. Pascal's hostility was worrying her. The bitterness between him and his father ran very, very deep. There was an anger in Pascal that was greater than anything she'd known before. And she wondered what had happened between the two men to make them such implacable enemies.
    A feeling of dread crept over her. Pascal saw her as an ally of his father's. Not only would Pascal refuse to co-operate, but she'd bet her bottom dollar that he'd do his, best to stop her mission out of pure spite.
    'You can't take your anger out on me—it's unreasonable!' she complained. But nothing moved in his face. No pity, no softening of that twisted, stony mouth. 'I'm sorry you think of your father as your enemy. It's terrible.' And it was a dreadful waste. She'd have given anything to have a father. 'But what's the point of revenge? It will only hurt you both,' she argued.
    'I'm not looking for revenge,' he said tightly. 'I'm looking for justice. Don't interfere in my life. Don't offer advice and smother me with your sweet, sentimental idea of close family ties! You know nothing of what's going on!'
    'No, I don't. It's obviously something immensely important to you. I'm sorry,' she conceded with contrition.
    Pascal looked strained. 'Yes. You should be. Now you know the score. Enjoy your holiday and then go home.'
    'I can't do that,' she said quietly. 'I'm sorry you won't help me but it doesn't make any difference to my decision. I have to see him.' And she set her mouth in firm lines.
    'I'll stop you. Come hell or high water, I'll keep you two apart.'
    His voice was quiet but utterly determined and Mandy felt a quiver of alarm run through her body. The circumstances which had put father and son at loggerheads must be more serious and far-reaching than she could imagine. Something terrible had happened between them that caused the bleakness in Pascal s cold blue eyes and the tensing of every muscle in his body to straining point whenever he referred to his father.
    'There's more to this than I know, isn't there?' she said.
    Pascal nodded. 'Much more. You don't want to get caught up in it. Do the sensible thing. It's in your own interest not to stay.'
    Feeling defeated, Mandy miserably picked up her shoes and stood up in a liquid flow of limbs and body. 'I'm sorry you're both so unhappy,' she said, feeling sad for Pascal and his father, and he gave her an odd, suspicious look. 'I'll make my own enquiries. People here will know where your father is—'
    'They don't,' he said coldly. 'He's in a private hospital. Strictly no visitors. No calls.'
    She heaved a sigh. 'Then I won't disturb him. You said he didn't have an office but he must have a colleague who can help me—'
    'A colleague?' Pascal said