The Lost - J. D. Robb [114]
“Oh.” She stopped in midstride when she caught sight of Ross standing by the fireplace. “I didn’t know you were here.”
“Sorry.” He seemed to pull himself back with an effort from some dark thoughts that had him frowning. “I knocked before letting myself in. I heard the shower running, and decided to make myself comfortable.” He picked up a crystal fluted glass. “Champagne?”
“Yes, thank you.” Though it irritated her to know that he’d been here without her knowledge, she forced herself to put it aside. He was, after all, much more entitled to be at home here than she was. Still, it rankled that he’d been just outside her bedroom for all this time, listening as she’d taken her sweet time getting ready.
He handed her the glass.
She noted that he was drinking water from a crystal rock glass. “You don’t care for champagne?”
“No. What do you think of your first glimpse of Ireland?”
He had a definite way of changing the subject when it suited him.
She looked up. “How do you know this is my first trip here?”
His lips curved in the faintest hint of a smile. “It’s my job to learn as much about you as possible.”
“And you’re very good at your job.”
“I am. Yes.”
His brogue wasn’t as pronounced as that of the others she’d encountered, but it was there in that simple phrase.
“Then you know that this visit will end as quickly as it began.”
“Is that your plan?”
She sipped her champagne to avoid his eyes. “I came here to satisfy an old man’s curiosity about me. And, in all honesty, to satisfy my own curiosity about him. But more than that, I came here for the promised check for my inconvenience. Once I’ve met Cullen Glin and heard what he has to say, I’ll be on my way in the morning.”
“I wouldn’t be so certain.”
She looked over. He wasn’t smiling. There was no hint of a joke in his tone. And yet . . . Her tone sharpened. “If, as you say, you’ve done a thorough investigation of me, you have to know that I’m not who he thinks I am.”
“I know only that Cullen Glin has spent years searching for his long-l ost daughter.”
“I’m sorry for him. I’ll be happy to meet him, and then accept his check for the inconvenience. But I won’t pretend to be what he wants me to be.”
“Nor would he ask that.” Ross’ tone remained deceptively even. “If you’ve finished your drink, I’ll take you to him and you can tell him what you’ve just told me.”
She handed him her empty glass and he set it beside his on a sideboard.
As they stepped into the hallway and started down the stairs, Ross lowered his voice. “I do hope you’ll be polite with Cullen, and at least express your gratitude for this opportunity. Further, I’d appreciate it if you’d take care not to tire him. This is an extremely emotional time for him.”
“For him?” Aidan could feel her temper rising. “What about my emotions? If you know all you claim to know, then you realize I’ve just buried my mother, I’ve come halfway around the world, and I’m being lectured on how to behave with a stranger who wants to make me into someone I’m not.”
He paused to put a hand on her arm. “I’m only trying to help you through an awkward meeting.”
She drew away as though burned. “I’ll behave as I damned well please, Mr. Delaney. And when this meeting is over, I’ll be more than happy to leave you alone with the old man you’re trying so hard to protect from the big, bad American.”
For a moment he merely stared at her. Then, unexpectedly, he laughed.
It was the most amazing transformation. His face, which had moments earlier appeared to be carved from stone, was now warm with animation. His eyes, which she’d sworn were ice blue, now glinted with humor. His voice, so stern and self-r ighteous, now softened with merriment.
“I see you have a temper, Miss O’Mara. A very good sign indeed.”
He paused before reaching a hand to the ornate door handle. Leaning close, he added, “I pray you keep it in check until the evening ends. Otherwise, you may find in Cullen Glin its equal.”
Before she could form a retort, he had the door open and heard him