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  “If I keep you here, you will be regarded as my mistress.

  “And no matter what happens in the future, your reputation will be irreparably damaged,” Rauf concluded.

  His mistress. It had a sexy, adventurous sound to it, Lily conceded, with a certain amount of pride in that designation. She loved him. Her bland workaday world had been transformed into one of color, passion, sunlight and emotion. She did not regret sharing his bed. If she could be with him, she told herself, she did not care what label people might put on her. “I understand…” she said. “That’s not a problem.”

  “Or we could go for the alternative option,” Rauf countered, vibrant amusement brimming in his eyes. “We could pay the price for being impulsive and indiscreet and just get married.”

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  This month, in A Mediterranean Marriage

  by Lynne Graham,

  Lily Harris discovers that she’s in debt

  to Turkish tycoon Rauf Kasabian. He’s

  determined to make her pay—by marrying her!

  Look for more Mediterranean Marriages

  in the months to come!

  Lynne Graham

  A MEDITERRANEAN MARRIAGE

  For my editor, Tessa Shapcott,

  in fond appreciation of her creative support

  beyond the call of duty.

  CONTENTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ONE

  WHEN his new investment consultant had finished speaking, Rauf Kasabian gazed out across the Bosphorus strait towards the city of Istanbul, his lean, handsome features grim.

  For once, Rauf was impervious to the magical spell cast by his waterside home. The ever-changing play of light and shadow over the shimmering water and the gentle lapping of the tide usually relaxed him. But his bitter memories triumphed over his surroundings and now his anger had been roused as well. So, the Harris family had played ducks and drakes with his money and Lily was flying out to Turkey in person to ask for what? Special treatment? On what grounds? That her family should choose her as messenger had to be the ultimate insult!

  In receipt of that bewildering lack of response from a tycoon whose ruthless intolerance for dishonest business practice was legendary, Serhan Mirosh regarded his employer with anxious eyes. Had he himself overreached his powers in taking instant punitive action in the affair? True, the funds involved were mere pocket change to a media mogul as wealthy as Rauf Kasabian, but Serhan took keen pride in his attention to detail. Uncovering the disturbing history of Rauf’s unprofitable investment in the small English travel firm concerned had seemed a laudable effort for he had been dismayed that his predecessor should have allowed such flagrant irregularities to continue without intervention.

  ‘That in over two years you should have earned no financial return for your backing is outrageous,’ Serhan recapped with measured care, in case he had omitted some salient point in his previous explanation. ‘In line with the contract you agreed with Douglas Harris, I have demanded the repayment of the original sum invested plus the percentage of profits which you should have received during that period.’

  ‘I’m grateful that you have brought this matter to my attention,’ Rauf asserted with a cool nod of acknowledgement.

  Praised, Serhan relaxed and spread speaking hands. ‘I cannot understand why this Harris woman should now seek a meeting with you but my faxed response to that effect and indeed my refusal on your behalf has been ignored. Yesterday I received a second request for an appointment between the fourth and the fifteenth.’

  As it was now the second of the month that could only mean that Lily would soon be on Turkish soil, Rauf registered, his lean, lithe, powerful length tautening at that awareness. ‘The English can be stubborn.’

  ‘But such persistence is rude,’ Serhan lamented. ‘What is the point of this woman coming here? The time when explanations might have been considered is past. Furthermore, it is her father who owns the firm.’

  Rauf decided not to add to the other man’s confusion with the additional news that Lily Harris was, or had been three years earlier, training as a nursery school teacher. ‘Leave the file with me and I will deal with it,’ he instructed. ‘I would also like to know where Miss Harris is staying.’

  ‘In an Aegean coastal resort,’ Serhan advanced drily, but he was unable to quite conceal his astonishment that Rauf should be prepared to give his personal attention to such an undeserving cause. ‘Perhaps Miss Harris believes Gumbet is next door to your head office in Istanbul!’

  ‘It’s possible.’ In a mood of rare abstraction, Rauf was studying the file that he had already opened with hard dark golden eyes. ‘When I knew her, geography wasn’t her strong point.’

  When I knew her? A startled exclamation on his lips at that revealing comment, Serhan thought better of voicing it and departed. At the same time, he wondered how his employer would react to the discovery that Harris Travel had treated the Turkish builders engaged to build villas for them in a dishonest and disgraceful manner.

  Some minutes later, Rauf cast aside the file, a cold gleam in his dark gaze, his handsome mouth clenched hard. He was outraged by what he had read: Lily would receive no mercy from him. He remembered her eyes blue as the summer sky telling him that he was the centre of her world. A cynical laugh fell from Rauf’s wide, sensual mouth. Yes, he had believed her to be both sincere and innocent. Like countless men before him, in burning to possess one particular woman, he had, momentarily, shelved intelligence and caution. Mercifully, it had only been the weakness of a moment from which he had soon recovered.

  But then, long before he had met Lily, Rauf had recognised what had once been his own essential flaw and had tracked it back to its unfortunate source. He had great respect and affection for his mother but she had indoctrinated him with a lot of foolish romantic notions about her own sex that had caused him nothing but grief. But then his naive parent had no concept of the much more basic level at which men and women of Rauf’s generation interacted, and regarded his womanising reputation as a source of deep shame.

  Whereas Rauf rejoiced in the knowledge that what he had once got wrong, he now always got right. Women passed through his bedroom without causing him any concern that he was taking cruel advantage of their supposedly weaker and more trusting natures. Having shaken off the dangerous misconception that good, old-fashioned lust was love, he enjoyed his male freedom of choice. He would get a kick out of seeing Lily Harris again, he decided. No doubt Lily imagined that her beauty allied with some soppy recollection of their brief relationship might blunt his business acumen and soften his heart towards her: she would soon find out her mistake…

  Lily came downstairs lugging her case step by step.

  Her three nieces, Penny, Gemma and Joy, were playing in the sitting-room and the sound of their giggles brought a smile to her tense mouth. It said a lot for her older sister, Hilary, that her children were able to laugh like that in the wake of events that might have destroyed a less close-knit family. It was only a year since Hilary’s husband, Brett, had walked out to move in with her sister’s former best friend.

  At the time, Brett and Hilary’s youngest daughter, Joy, had been undergoing the last phase of her treatment for leukaemia. Mercifully, Lily’s four-year-old niece had since made a full recovery but then, right from the moment Joy’s condition had been diagnosed, Hilary had refused to co
ntemplate any other possibility. Lily’s sister was a great believer in the power of positive thinking and she had needed every atom of that strength to keep up her spirits in the testing times that had followed.

  Lily’s father, Douglas Harris, had signed over his comfortable detached house to Hilary and Brett lock, stock and barrel soon after their marriage and had continued to live with them. In the divorce settlement, Brett had been awarded half the value of the marital home, which he had never put a penny into either buying or maintaining, and as a result it had had to be sold. Not long after that development, it had emerged that Lily’s father’s travel agency, Harris Travel, which Brett had until recently continued to manage, was also in trouble. Just a month ago Douglas Harris, Hilary and her little girls had moved into the tiny terraced house that was now their home for the foreseeable future.

  ‘You should have let me help you with that case!’ Hilary scolded from the kitchen doorway. She was a tall, slender woman with short light brown hair, but even her ready smile could not conceal the tiredness of her eyes for she ran herself ragged struggling to keep up her many commitments. ‘We have time for a cup of tea before we leave for the airport. Have you said goodbye to Dad yet?’

  ‘Yes, and once we head off he’s going to take the girls down to the park—’

  ‘That’s great…I was beginning to think we needed a tin-opener to prise him out of that bedroom upstairs!’ In spite of her look of relief at the news of that planned outing, Hilary’s light-hearted response wobbled a little. ‘Once Dad starts taking an interest in life again, he’ll be fine. There’s no point looking back to what might have been, is there?’

  ‘No,’ Lily agreed, averting her gaze from the bright shimmer of tears Hilary was attempting to conceal, for she was well aware that her elder sister held herself responsible for their father having been forced out of the house he had lived in all his life and his subsequent depression. ‘Shouldn’t we run through my schedule for Turkey again before I leave? My first priority is to see Rauf about—’

  ‘Are you still worrying about that stupid letter his accountant sent?’ Hilary gave her a reproachful glance. ‘There’s no need. As I told you, I’ve checked the agency books and those payments were made. In fact we’ve kept every part of that agreement and the accounts are in apple-pie order. This business with Rauf Kasabian is a ridiculous storm in a teacup. When he realises that his new accountant has made a gigantic embarrassing mistake, I’m sure he’ll be very apologetic.’

  Lily’s imagination refused to put Rauf in that guise and her thoughts shied away from him again in discomfiture. Hilary always thought the best of people, always assumed that a genuine mistake or simple misunderstanding lay at the foot of problems, she reflected anxiously while her sister poured the tea. Lily, however, was less trusting and more of a worrier. When she had seen that very official letter from Rauf’s high-powered accountant she had been shocked by that blunt demand for the return of Rauf’s investment, not to mention a request for payments that had already been made.

  Indeed, Lily would have been happier if her sister had consulted a solicitor or even another accountant over that demand. However, having seen large sums of money she could ill afford consumed by such professionals during her divorce, Hilary was determined only to request legal or financial advice as an absolute last resort. In addition, Hilary believed that the contract that Rauf Kasabian had signed with their father was watertight. But what if it weren’t? What if there were a loophole and Rauf just wanted his stake back out of what had proved to be a far from profitable enterprise?

  Lily felt very much personally involved. Had she not brought Rauf home to meet her father that investment would never have been made, for at the time Douglas Harris had already dismissed Brett’s suggestion that he should borrow from the bank at high rates of interest. Cautious as he had always been in business matters, her father had, however, been tempted by the offer of financial backing from a silent partner that would spread the risk of the ambitious expansion plans his son-in-law had persuaded him into considering.

  ‘Stop worrying about that silly letter,’ her sister urged, reading Lily’s troubled air with the ease of a woman who had virtually raised her from birth, and then addressing herself to the task of serving out juice and biscuits to her trio of daughters. ‘Getting those two villas Brett had built at Dalyan into the hands of a decent estate agent is more of a priority. Once they’re sold, the cash-flow problems I’m having at Harris Travel will be at an end. Just make sure a reasonable price is set on them. I can’t afford to hang out for the best possible offer.’

  ‘Will do and, if they’re looking a bit shabby after lying empty for so long, I’ll do what I can with them,’ Lily promised, wondering if Hilary was aware that her face still shadowed whenever she mentioned her ex-husband’s name, and then feeling horribly guilty that the divorce had been a secret source of intense relief where she herself was concerned.

  ‘The budget would run to a lick of paint but that’s about all.’ Hilary grimaced, breaking off to settle a sudden squabble between Penny, who was nine, and Gemma, who was eight, both girls carbon copies of their mother with their fine, flyaway brown hair and hazel eyes. ‘Aside of that, concentrate on getting in all the sightseeing trips you can and I’ll use your feedback to work out some all-inclusive tour packages to Turkey for next spring. I’m determined to take the agency back to its roots. We can’t compete with the big travel chains but we can offer a personalised exclusive service to up-market travellers.’

  ‘I’ll sign up for every tour available.’ Lily let her youngest niece Joy climb up onto her knee and hugged her close. She was a little blonde sprite of a child and very slight in build. For endless months she had been weak as a kitten and the sparkling energy that she had regained was a delight to them all.

  Leaving the children in the care of their grandfather, Hilary drove Lily to the airport. ‘I know you don’t want me to say it…but thanks from the bottom of my heart for everything you’ve done to help out these last few months,’ the older woman said abruptly.

  ‘I’ve done next to nothing and here I am getting a free holiday off you into the bargain!’ Lily teased.

  ‘Solo holidays aren’t exactly fun and I know that you could’ve spent the whole summer in Spain if you hadn’t turned down that invite from your college friend on our behalf—’

  ‘How did you find out about that?’ Lily demanded in surprise.

  ‘Dad heard you on the phone to Maria and, let’s face it, I’m sure you’re in no hurry to meet that rat, Rauf Kasabian, again.’ Hilary sighed with audible regret. ‘But there’s just no way I can leave the kids and Dad and the travel agency right now.’

  Eyes staring dully straight ahead, Lily forced a laugh of disagreement in determined dismissal of her sister’s concern. ‘This long after the event, I’d be a sorry case if I was still that sensitive about Rauf. And don’t call him a rat. I mean…what did he do?’

  ‘He was a gorgeous, arrogant louse and he broke your heart!’ Hilary countered with an unfamiliar harshness that shook Lily. ‘If he wanted female company to wile away his stay in London that summer, he should have picked someone older and wiser. Instead he led you up the garden path and then ditched you without a word of warning.’

  At that angry response, Lily turned startled blue eyes to her sister’s taut profile. ‘I never realised that you felt like that.’

  ‘I hate his guts,’ Hilary confided with a shocking lack of hesitation. ‘More so since I’ve realised the damage he did to your confidence. It’s unnatural for a girl of your age not to date. You’ve always been a little shy and reserved but, after what he did, it was like you locked yourself up tight and threw the key away! I’m sorry…I should mind my own business.’

  ‘No, it’s all right.’ Lily swallowed the aching thickness in her throat, touched by Hilary’s loyalty and love but pained by her perception.

  Although her sister remained unaware of the reality, she had pushed herself out on da
tes over the past year, hoping to meet someone who might make her feel as Rauf once had and enable her to finally shake free of the past. Only it hadn’t happened. But, very fortunately, her sibling had got the actual identity of the man who had most damaged Lily’s trust in his sex quite wrong and Lily knew that she would never tell the sister she loved the truth for there would be no gain to be made from causing Hilary such pain now.

  Yes, Rauf’s sudden defection had hurt her terribly, but then he had never mentioned love or the future and indeed had told her that he had no intention of ever getting married. On his terms, what they had shared had only been a minor flirtation. She was not bitter about it. Was it Rauf’s fault that she had managed to convince herself that he thought more of her than he in fact had? No, she answered for herself. She had been young, inexperienced and so much in love that she had not wanted to face the unfortunate reality that these days a gorgeous, sophisticated guy expected sex to be part of any relationship, serious or casual. Most probably, Rauf had dumped her because she had failed to deliver on that score.

  ‘No, it’s not all right,’ Hilary muttered unhappily. ‘You’re almost twenty-four and I really shouldn’t be talking to you and interfering in your life as though you’re still a teenager.’

  An involuntary grin lit Lily’s tense face for Hilary was like a mother hen and never stopped interfering. ‘Don’t worry about it.’

  Almost fourteen years older than Lily, Hilary often treated her more like a daughter than a sister. Their mother had died from post-natal complications within days of Lily’s birth and from then on Hilary had shouldered a lot of responsibility within their home. Childcare had been arranged for the daylight hours but it had been Hilary who had fed her newborn sister during the night and rocked her to sleep. It had also been Hilary who had sacrificed her chance to go to university sooner than leave her toddler sibling to the charge of an ever-changing series of carers and a father, who had often acted as guide for the tours that had once been the core element of Harris Travel’s prosperity.