The arrogance in his voice, the way he just assumed she’d be available whenever he chose to contact her. Can’t we at least deal with one another like civilised adults?’ Don’t make me have to come looking for you. Jane expelled an unsteady breath now and was still trying to calm her racing pulse when a second message started. That had come from his heritage and his complete ruthlessness in business, she reminded herself, a ruthlessness that had somehow spilled over into his private life.

Despite her determination never to let Demetri Souvakis into her life again, she couldn’t deny that his rich dark voice with its distinctive accent still had the power to turn her weak at the knees.īut then, it wasn’t his voice that had made him a millionaire several times over before his twenty-fifth birthday. Jane sank down weakly onto the small ottoman she kept beside the phone. ‘Jane? Jane, are you there? If you are, pick up, will you? Ineh poli simandiko.’ It’s important. So she was unprepared when a disturbingly familiar male voice spoke her name. Her friends knew she was away, and all business calls would be routed to the gallery. Sighing, Jane pressed the key to retrieve her messages and waited patiently for Mrs Lang’s recorded voice to speak. Even though she was familiar with the internet and would no doubt have checked flight arrivals at Heathrow, she still needed the confirmation of Jane’s voice to assure her that all was well. Mrs Lang would be anxious to hear that her daughter had arrived home safely. She’d dropped her suitcase in the small entry hall and as she went to retrieve it, she saw the message light blinking on her answering machine. Together with a small service kitchen, her bedroom and the adjoining bathroom, it had been her home for the past five years. She was glad now she’d had the builder knock down the wall that had once separated the two rooms. It was good to be home, she thought, looking round the large space that served as both living and dining room. Then, savouring its coolness on her tongue, she kicked off her shoes and walked back into the living area.

Pulling out one of the chilled cans, she flipped the tab and drank. It might be empty of anything to eat, but she knew she’d left a half-pack of colas on the shelf. JANE let herself into her apartment and headed straight for the fridge. Anne Mather & Melanie Milburne & Annie West

Fallen angel by anne mather