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Reconcilable Differences
By Ana Leigh Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.
Copyright © 2005 Harlequin Enterprises, Ltd.
All right reserved. ISBN: 0-373-27428-9
Chapter One
Patricia Manning leaned back in her chair and stared with contempt at the man seated opposite her. The audacity of Robert Manning held no limitations. "Go to North Africa with you! You are completely insane."
The mere sight of her husband turned her stomach, despite his suave handsomeness. Everything about Robert Manning was smooth, from the top of his three-hundred-dollar haircut to the tips of his imported Italian leather shoes.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm busy."
"You are so impetuous, my dear. At least listen to the proposition I have to offer before jumping to your usual hasty conclusions."
"Save your propositions for the hookers who service you, Robert."
His thin lips narrowed in an amused smile. "Still the same uptight, frigid princess you always were, aren't you, Trish?"
"And you, Robert, are still the same perverted degenerate whom I can't bear to have touch me. Now that we've recounted both of our 'virtues,' let's not waste any more of my time. I have work to do. Good day."
He didn't budge when she reached for her telephone. "How badly do you want a divorce, Trish?"
What a joke that was! She paused dialing long enough to offer a contemptuous glance. "Some more of your sadism, Robert?"
"I'll give it to you if you go with me."
"Is this another of those cat-and-mouse games that you delight in playing, Robert?"
"I'm serious. It's important you go with me."
She replaced the phone in its cradle and leaned back in her chair. "Why is it so important I go with you?"
"Appearances. A lot's at stake here."
"Is this company business?"
"Certainly. Your father's aware of it. He thinks it's a good idea for you to go with me."
"He hasn't mentioned it to me."
"The situation just came up."
Trish picked up the phone and punched the quick dial to her father's personal line. After a quick conversation with him, she hung up and once again leaned back in her chair.
"When did you want to leave?"
"Friday."
"Separate rooms?"
"If you insist." His tone was as taunting as his smirk.
Trish still had reservations, but was so desperate to divorce him that the offer was tempting enough to make her consider. The last two years had been a nightmare.
She had found out on their honeymoon what a disastrous mistake she'd made marrying him. The six months that followed the wedding were the most degrading and embarrassing ones of her life. She had not let him near her since his perverted demands on their honeymoon and had immediately returned home and moved into a separate bedroom. To get even with her, he flaunted his mistresses in public, humiliating her at every opportunity.
Trish had wanted out of the marriage from the time they'd returned, but he had refused to give her a divorce and had threatened to expose her father's misdealings if she tried to divorce him.
To make the situation worse, her father had not denied the accusations when she confronted him with the threat; but he had told her nothing about his crimes other than that they would destroy his business and he'd end up in jail.
So she had continued to endure her marriage in name only because of her love for her father - the same reason she had forsaken her chance for happiness six years earlier. After six months, attempting to live under the same roof with Robert had become so unbearable she had moved back into her father's house.
This could be the opportunity she had hoped for - prayed for.
"All right, Robert, I'll agree, if you sign the divorce papers before we go."
"How do I know you'll keep your word if I do sign the papers?" he said.
Trish snorted. "Oh, please, Robert! We both know it's more likely I'll keep my word than that you would keep yours."
"Very well. I'll have Chandler draw them up."
"It won't be necessary to involve your lawyer. I had my attorney draw them up the day I moved out. All we have to do is sign and date them. We signed a prenuptial agreement before we married, we do not own any joint property, and even though you earn three or four times as much annually as I do, I am not asking for alimony. No strain or pain. Quick and painless."
"Painless?" He clutched dramatically at his chest.
"How can you say that, dear wife, when you're breaking my heart?"
"Hardly, Robert. You don't have one."
She pushed a button on the intercom. "Libby, get my attorney, Carter Powell, on the phone."
Dave had a bad feeling about this mission. The expressions on the faces of the secretary general and deputy secretary only added to his unease; both Jeff Baker and Mike Bishop looked grimly contrite as they spelled out the mission.
"You saying you can't put us down any closer than five miles from the target?" Dave asked.
"I'm afraid not," Mike Bishop said. "We both agree a chopper could be seen and heard too easily if we got any closer. That would give the target a chance to get away. We figure the chopper can go in and lower you by rope, then pick you up again. And the closest position to try that is the coordinates we gave you."
Dave shook his head. "A five-mile hike with little cover. If there's a full moon, and luck is against us, we'll be spotted easily before we even reach bin Muzzar's palace. McDermott will be long gone by the time we do. That is if we do. Who in hell is this Colin McDermott anyway?"
"He belongs to a splinter group of the IRA. He murdered a member of the CIA in Belfast last month," Baker said. "Intelligence has traced McDermott to the home of Ali bin Muzzar in Northwest Africa. The Moroccan sheik's known to be sympathetic to the Irish cause, any terrorist cause for that matter. According to intelligence bin Muzzar has a private army of about two hundred. We're hoping you'll be able to get in and out without being observed or identified."
Yeah, right! Easy for you to say! Dave thought.
(Continues...)
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