When the Devil Drives

Nor, it was clear, did he want Joanna resuming any kind of duties atthe Craft Company. Any suggestion that she might return to workwas instantly stonewalled. He and Philip could cope, she was told.But can I cope? Joanna asked herself. I need something to occupy me.Something to stop me thinking all the time—stop me waiting for thephone to ring.But the call from Cal did not come, either then or during theinterminable days that followed. Maybe her words about leading herown life had achieved some effect, she thought. Or, far more likely,he had decided to keep her on tenterhooks for a while, wonderingwhat his next move would be.The weather was unpredictably and inappropriately idyllic, andJoanna spent a great deal of her. time in the garden, hoping that thegolden tan she was acquiring would disguise the tell-tale shadowsbeneath her eyes and the hollows in her cheeks which her v sleeplessnights were engendering.The image of Cal as she'd last seen him, smiling at her, holding outhis hand to her, haunted her constantly. It terrified her to realise howeasily she'd been beguiled—how close she'd come to complete selfbetrayalwith him. Oh, but he'd been clever, she thought bitterly. Andshe'd been the fool of all fools.While she'd been indulging in stupidly sentimental dreams of love,and a possible future, Cal's sole motivation had been revenge. He'dsaid he wanted her, but not even that was true. His desire for her wasfuelled only by his determination to succeed where his grandfatherhad failed.All this hating, she thought with a shudder. All this grim obsessiondown the years caused by nothing more than unrequited lust.