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376 pages, Paperback
Published June 1, 1999

"Indigestion." Max's eyes danced with laughter. "That's what marriage does for you. The woman you love stops seeing you as someone who is sexually exciting and
thinks of you instead as someone with indigestion."
"I wouldn't say that," Maddy responded with a small smile.
"No?" Max questioned, his voice muffled as he took her in his arms and buried his mouth in the warm, soft, creamy, cooking-scented curve of her throat.
"Nooooo..." Maddy sighed.
"Where is one, two, and three?" he murmured against her throat as he nibbled hungrily, referring to their three children.
"At your mother's," Maddy told him huskily.
"Mmm...let's go upstairs."
"If any man's going to be crying on my wife's shoulder, it's going to be me."
As she looked up from the sauce she was making, Maddy teased, "You aren't getting jealous, are you...not of Caspar?"
"Not of Caspar," Max mimicked back. "No. Then whom should I be getting jealous of?"
"No one," Maddy protested.
"No, I'm not jealous," Max told her with a smile. "I'd just rip apart any man who tried to take you away from me."
"I like it when you get all possessive about me. It makes me feel—"
She wriggled and protested as Max crossed the kitchen and took her in his arms. "You make me
feel horny," he told her trenchantly. "Forget supper. I want to eat you and then—"
"Max," Maddy said, laughing. "The children..."
"No, I don't want to eat them," Max replied mock seriously, relenting as he suggested, "Give them their supper and let them watch that wretched video they've been going on about, and then you and I—"
"Max..." Maddy warned.
"I'll go out and get you your favorite take-away," he promised. "It's Saturday night. Married couples always have sex on Saturday night."
"No, they don't," Maddy protested. "Most of them have it on Sunday morning."
"Mmm..." Max lifted his mouth from the warm curve of her throat where he had buried it. "Well, we can do that, as well. I don't mind," he offered obligingly.
"If he's been upsetting you—Maddy," he protested with concern as she suddenly started to cry. "My darling girl, what is it? What's wrong?"
Whatever his grandfather had done to upset her, he, Max, was going to make sure the older man made reparation for it with no allowances being made for his age.
"Maddy. Maddy, please, tell me what's wrong. If looking after this place and Gramps is too much for you, say so. We'll move somewhere smaller. What do we need with a damn great barn-like this anyway? A decent-sized modern house with four bedrooms and—What on earth is it?" he demanded as Maddy suddenly started to shake in his arms. Anxiously, he held her just far enough away from himself to be able to look down into her face. When he did so, instead of still crying as he had expected, she actually seemed to be laughing—if a little hysterically.
"We can't," she was saying tearfully. "Four bedrooms wouldn't be enough. Not now. We..."
"We...what?" he began and then stopped as he saw the faint flush of colour staining her face and the almost bashful look in her eyes.
"I'm pregnant, Max," she told him. "I...I should have guessed, I suppose, but with being so busy and things have never gone quite back to normal after Jason's birth, I didn't...! wasn't... But I had to go for a regular check-up today, and when I was there—"
"You're pregnant?" Max repeated, bemused. "But—"
"We weren't planning for another, I know," Maddy interrupted him, "but...well, I wasn't... you didn't...and..." Blushing like a schoolgirl, she told him, "When you touch me, I forget about being a sensible married woman and mother and I...Max, stop looking at me like that," she scolded him breathlessly, then gave a small squeak of protest as Max pulled her determinedly against him. He started to kiss her, one hand splayed against her back, the other resting tenderly on the small swelling of her stomach.
"Another baby," he whispered. "Oh, my God, Maddy. You know what this means, don't you?" he demanded as he swung her round in his arms, his eyes alight with love and laughter.
"Mmm...we won't be able to move to a smaller house," Maddy answered wryly.
"No, worse than that," Max told her, bending his head to whisper in her ear as he said jokingly,
"First Jason and now this baby. Everyone's going to know we can't keep our hands off each other."
"Oh, Max." Maddy laughed in protest. "You—"
"I what?"
"You're teasing me, but are you sure you don't mind?"
"Mind? Why should I mind? You're the one who's going to be carrying it—for nine months. All I have to do is look proud and accept everyone's congratulations. Mmm... I wonder what it is about knowing that your wife...your woman...is having your child that makes a man feel so very much a man. Something deep-rooted and atavistic, I suppose."
"What is it? What's happened? What's wrong?" Max asked her anxiously as he smoothed her hair back off her face and cupped it, his gaze searching hers as his heart hammered against his ribs.
She was so precious to him, so very much beloved, the bedrock on which his life was now built.
Whilst Maddy tried haltingly to explain the situation, Max tried and failed to comprehend how he could endure his own life if he were to lose her. All the sins of his own past came back to him; this was his deepest and most secret dread; this fear that somehow the same fate which had given him so much, forgiven him so much, should choose with savage and inescapable malignancy to punish not him but those he loved most; and of all those that he did love, Maddy was his most beloved.
In his more logical moments, he knew his fears were unfounded and illogical, but the same change of heart that had shown him the error of his old ways and opened the locked door in his heart to show him the true meaning of love had also opened that same door to show him fear; fear, not for himself but for those he loved.
"You had chosen my life above our baby's, and you say there was no need for me to know."
"Maddy, please try to understand," Max begged her desperately, leaving his desk to go to her, watching white-faced as she stepped back from him, ignoring the silent appeal of his outstretched hand. "I couldn't bear the thought of losing you, even though..." He was the one who had to turn away now, as his own feelings overwhelmed him.
"Even though what, Max?" Maddy demanded; her voice was as sharp with pain as his.
"Even though I knew you would hate me for choosing you above the baby," Max admitted. "The children we already have needed you and I... There's no way I could bear to live without you," he told her.
"Do you think it's been easy for me?" he demanded when she made no response. "Do you think I haven't suffered, cursed myself in my heart over and over again...hated myself...? In my worst moments, I've even imagined that..." He stopped, unable to tell her about the true awfulness of his nightmares. Max closed his eyes. Having admitted so much, he might as well admit the rest. "And if you want the truth, Maddy, if I had to live through the whole hellish thing again, I'd still make
the same choice. I thought I was strong, but I'm not. I'm selfish and weak. You're my life, Maddy."
"Don't say any more," Maddy begged him.
Max waited, tensing his body against the pain of seeing her walk away from him, of knowing that he had destroyed her love for him. But to his astonishment, Maddy was actually walking towards him. When she reached him, she lifted her hand to his face, her eyes luminous with emotion as she touched his skin.
It shocked her that he could have borne so much pain without saying anything to her. She had known, of course, how much he loved her and their children, but the raw naked intensity and
depth of the emotion she was now seeing came as a revelation to her.
"I can't bear knowing that I wanted to destroy our child," he told her emotionally. "And I don't—can't— blame you if you hate me for it, Maddy."
"I don't hate you," Maddy told him softly, adding, "and Max, it wasn't our child you wanted to destroy, it was me you wanted to save!"
As she watched him, Maddy could see from his expression that she hadn't managed to reassure him.
His voice cracking with pain, Max told her, "I even actually thought...wanted..." He stopped, groaning. Then, covering his face with his hands, he said thickly, "I wished that this child had never been conceived." He drew a deep shaky breath. "And now," he stopped and then told her harshly, "it haunts and torments me, Maddy, that somehow he or she will know and that
when it is born, it will be born hating me for...for what I contemplated doing."
"Max!" Maddy's voice rang with shocked compassion. "No, you mustn't think that."
"I should have been the one to protect you both and not... But I couldn't bear the thought of losing you, Maddy, and now I can't bear to think that this child, when it is born, will believe—"
"Max, stop it!" Maddy commanded him firmly. Wrapping her arms around him and holding him
tightly, she whispered to him, "You're torturing yourself unnecessarily. Look at me," she demanded. The unfamiliar note of command in her voice surprised Max into obeying her. The tears had gone from her eyes now, and they were clear and calm. "I promise you, Max, this baby, if it knows anything, will know that it was conceived in love, created out of love...our love for one another and it."
"I was so afraid that if you knew what I'd felt...what I would have done...you'd stop loving
me," Max confessed, as the loving reassurance of her words soothed his anguish like cooling healing balm applied to a raw festering wound.
Maddy looked at him steadily, her eyes full of the feelings she wanted him to see. As she squeezed his hand, she told him shakily, "There is nothing...nothing you could do that could stop me loving you now."
"Maddy...Maddy..."
As she lifted her face for his kiss, Maddy felt the dampness of his tears on her face.
"We're safe now, Max," she whispered reassuringly to him. "We're all safe, and this baby will love you just as much as I do!"
Madeleine’s dreary, boring plainness.
Madeleine did, of course, have one redeeming feature as his wife. She was extremely wealthy and extremely well connected, or at least her family was.
‘What do you mean, you don’t want our baby,’ she had faltered in shocked disbelief...
‘I mean, my oh-so-stupid wife, that I don’t want it’,
I married you because it was the only way I could get into a decent set of chambers,’ Max had told her coldly and truthfully, and cruelly.
‘You said you loved me,’
‘And you believed me…. Did you really, Maddy, or were you just so desperate to get a man, to get laid, to get married, that you chose to believe me?
‘Get rid of it’ he had instructed her,...
Max felt not the least degree of compunction about the affairs he had enjoyed during his marriage, relationships that in the main, had been conducted with female clients.
‘Your wife is so lucky….’ Max totally agreed, Madeleine was lucky. If he hadn’t married her she could have been condemned to a life of being the unmarried daughter.
He loved himself, of course,
Poor Maddy, indeed. Bobbie didn’t know how she could bear to stay in her marriage, but then, of course, there were the children.
She had never been able to understand how she and Jon had ever produced a person like Max,
poor Maddy just wasn’t…just couldn’t… Poor Maddy!
In private Maddy knew that Max couldn’t care less whether the children ignored him or not.
Max swearing under his breath and telling Maddy with chilling cruelty that she was as useless as a mother as she was a wife.
Max had left a woman behind in London whom he would far rather be with.
Maddy knew that her mother-in-law and the rest of Max’s family felt very sorry for her.
Poor Maddy. Poor Maddy. She had heard herself so described so often that sometimes she thought she ought to have been christened thus, Maddy reflected several hours later, unwillingly recalling hearing Bobbie whisper the two words under her breath as she had turned to smile at Luke.
They had been lovers for more than two months, and Max had to admit that he was impressed. He doubted that Justine had a single ounce of emotional vulnerability in her entire make-up. She was one of the most sexually demanding women he had ever had, abandoning herself completely and totally to the sexual act and not allowing him to stop until she was completely and utterly satisfied.
...he was the one who never lacked a willing sexual partner—a variety of willing sexual partners.
Maddy had been a virgin when he had first taken her to bed, inexperienced and unknowing, untutored, but her body had surrounded him with a softness, a warmth as instinctive and natural as her protective mother love for her children.
He knew he could make love to her more often and easily turn her resistance into molten liquid acceptance and desire, but what was the point? The last thing he wanted was for Maddy to be sexually demanding or sexually possessive.
Without waiting for Max’s assent, Justine’s husband stepped determinedly into the hallway.
A friend tipped me off. Apparently you’ve got quite a reputation for bedding your female clients….’
Unless, of course, you’ve decided that it’s more financially profitable for you to trade on your reputation in the bedroom rather than in the courtroom. Rumour does have it, of course, that it wasn’t so much your legal skills or qual-ifications that got you into your chambers in the first place. Does your wife know that you regularly bed your female clients?’
And of course, he still had women friends in Chester with whom he could alleviate his undoubted boredom.
A few weeks in Jamaica at his grandfather’s expense was exactly what he needed right now.
Max ignoring Leo, turning his back on him and deliberately showing the child how little he cared about him.
Max did love himself. Max would always love himself— and never love any one else?
Ten minutes later, when she walked back into the other room, Max had gone, and so, too, had Barbara Severn.
‘Surely you don’t think that I’m deliberately avoiding spending time with you… not when you’re such a wonderful, stimulating and exciting…partner….’
She didn’t need Max underlining for her just how dull and boring he found her.
She didn’t know what hurt her most, Max’s obvious contempt for her or the fact that he could so callously and so openly admit to using his grandfather’s desperate wish to see his son again to fund what both she and Max knew was going to be an abortive trip. She doubted that Max would make even the smallest attempt to find David.
Max stood and watched, without making any attempt to give her assistance. It would never have occurred to her to ask for his help, and, anyway, Leo, now that he had caught sight of his father, was already stiffening in her arms, his body tense with rejection and fear.
She had realized very early on in her marriage how little she meant to Max, and had long ago stopped being hurt by his lack of love and respect for her, or so she told herself.
Don’t bother taking it off,’ he had advised her tauntingly. 1 don’t want to look at you. Anyway,’ he had said as he pushed her night-dress aside, ignoring the tense hostility of her motionless body and the pain in her eyes, ‘why should I pay someone else when I’ve got you here. After all, one—’ he had then proceeded to use a phrase that had seared Maddy’s emotions, sickening and humiliating her as he concluded ‘—is much the same as any other and gives the same degree of release.’
As he entered her, Maddy wondered why he was with her. Was the reason he was with her now, the reason he needed her, because whomever he had been with, whomever he had been expecting to spend the night with had, for some reason or another, turned him down?
‘With her, the situation wouldn’t have arisen because she would have taken good care to make sure there was no…problem. You see, unlike you, my dear, she enjoys sex, and she knows how to make sure her partner enjoys it as well.’
He, after all, always had a lover he could take to bed, a lover who was always far, far more attractive and far, far more adventurous in bed than Maddy could ever be. Or at least he had until recently!
...he himself preferred the lean, longer-limbed, model-girl, head-turning type of woman, and if she wasn’t so humble and eager to please, if she made a bit more of an effort with herself…
For one thing, it left him free to concentrate on pursuing his own sexual adventures without having to worry about what Maddy might be up to behind his back. With any luck, his present unwanted faithfulness to his marital vows would soon be over. Max had no doubt that he would very quickly find just the kind of woman he most liked. Jamaica could well prove to be very fertile ground for producing a congenial bed mate—or two—for him.
Leo and Emma bored him, and it irritated him to see the way his father fussed over them both, especially Leo, picking him up, hugging him, showing him the affection Max could never remember him showing him.
...return home until well after midnight, to tell her unmercifully that he wanted her to move onto her own side of their bed so that her body didn’t come into contact with his while they slept.
Making love… that was something she and Max never did, even if she had once stupidly thought…
The first time he had touched her like this, he had laughed at the way she had responded to him, totally unable to control the intensity of her reaction to his touch.
...if he was to touch her intimately, gently caress her clitoris or play with it for a few seconds with the firmer touch of his tongue, she would orgasm almost immediately. He knew it, but he had no intention of giving her that pleasure, no intention whatsoever.
Maddy lay mutely beneath him as Max turned her over and entered her. She knew better than to protest or to resist. This way at least it would all be over quickly. Fighting against what she knew to be the inevitable only prolonged the ignomy she had learned to fear.
Lying on his side and awake, Max watched her. It appealed to the cruel, dark streak pervad-ing his nature to picture Maddy alone and tearful in the bathroom, forced to relieve the tension of the sexual desire he had aroused inside her, by herself.
‘I closed my eyes and thought about your trust fund’ he had taunted her. ‘But you were so…you…you wanted me’ Maddy had protested awkwardly, blushing a little at her own forwardness. ‘No… I’ve never wanted you,’ Max had told her cruelly. I’m a very good actor, my dear. I just pretended that I wanted you.
On the edge of sleep, Max luxuriated in the pleasure of his own sexual satisfaction. One of the pluses of having sex with Maddy was that he didn’t have to use a condom.
‘You were a long time in the bathroom,’ he taunted Maddy, enjoying the shocked tension he could sense gripping her body as she realized that he wasn’t asleep. ‘What were you doing?’
What had not been quite so much fun, however, had been the accidental discovery in the mews house of several items of another woman’s underwear. Maddy was no fool. She knew that Max wasn’t faithful to her.
...wealthy women had approached him, using the excuse of asking if Jack was his son. He was supposed to be meeting one of them later.
Eleanor Smythson—his date for tonight—had mentioned that her husband’s private yacht was moored at one of the island’s most exclusive marinas.
‘Max hated it when the girls were born. The first time he saw them he said they looked like two blind kittens and that he wanted to drown them. I was terrified of leaving him alone with them. He was terribly jealous of them.
Max had never been the kind of child who had liked being touched.
Her children, for that’s what Leo and Emma were. Max might have provided the sperm, the seed, for their conception, but apart from that he had had about as much input into them and their happiness, their physical, emotional and mental welfare, as a bull who’d inseminated a cow, she decided with bleak self-awareness.
If Max was a bad husband and a poor father, then why hadn’t she done something before now to remove his destructive effect from their lives, why had she so apathetically stayed within a marriage that she had known was damaging not just to herself but to her children as well?
She closed her eyes for a second. Unlike Jenny, she was dreading Max’s return home.
You have no marriage in the true, real sense of the word. All you have is a certificate…a piece of worthless paper. That is your marriage. That is all your marriage is.
Maddy wasn’t like that. She was biddable, dependable, obedient. As an adult she was as firmly controllable as a small child.
‘Do you think he’s just…that it’s just something he’s doing to amuse himself with at our expense?’ Maddy had asked him quietly.
With her he had been an extremely selfish lover, if lover was the right word to use to describe his sexual behaviour towards her.
I allowed you to treat me badly. I’ve only just begun to be my real self, to know my real self, and I feel… I think…’ She stopped and shook her head. ‘I need time, Max… time to learn to live happily in my own skin, with my own self and…’