Breaking the Rules. Barbara Taylor Bradford
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his way as best he could through the crowd, intent on reaching them.
M propelled Geo towards him and stepped aside, so that the two of them could greet each other and hug. A moment later he was kissing M’s cheek and enveloping her in a bear hug. Then he held her away from him, stepped back to stare at her.
A wide smile broke across his face. ‘So this is the new look you told me about? The Audrey Hepburn look …’
‘Only half an Audrey,’ M corrected him, grinning. ‘It’s just the hairstyle really, and slightly thicker eyebrows.’
‘So I see, and I approve, definitely and absolutely approve. Let’s find a corner and catch up.’ His gaze took in James, who was standing with them. Stretching out his hand, he said, ‘Hi, I’m Dax.’
‘James Cardigan. Pleased to meet you.’
‘Come on, let’s go over there to the window, it seems quieter.’ Dax went on: ‘Come with us, James, the girls and I have no secrets.’
They pushed through the crowd; Dax grabbed a glass of champagne from a waiter passing with a tray of drinks and handed it to Geo. James did the same, taking two flutes of champagne, one for M and the other for himself.
Grouping themselves in the window area, Dax lifted his glass. ‘Cheers! You two are certainly a welcome sight. I’ve missed you both.’
‘So did we, miss you,’ Geo exclaimed, smiling warmly.
M simply nodded, then said swiftly, ‘Congratulations again, Dax. I think it’s wonderful that you have this part. Miraculous, I’d say, since you got it on the Coast. One never knows what’s going to happen in life.’
Dax laughed, his happiness apparent, his eyes sparkling when he said, ‘You can say that again. It was like … well, meant to be, I guess.’ He then told them the story of how he had met Iris Ingersoll at a dinner party in Bel-Air, had been taken to it by the English actor, Colin Burke, a new friend, and how Iris had thought he would be perfect for the play she was producing on Broadway. Second lead, no less.
M was listening, but her eyes were all over the room. Much to her relief she could not see anyone present who might know her family, and she relaxed. She was also growing aware that James Cardigan was as alert and as curious about everyone as she herself was, perhaps even more so.
His eyes were everywhere, and it seemed to her that there was nothing and no one he missed. She had taken an instant liking to this rather attractive, wiry Englishman, slight of build and slender, with his dark auburn hair and hazel eyes. She decided he was in his forties and worldly wise. He had a sense of humour, and there was a naturalness, an easiness about him. It was obvious to her that he was successful, if his clothes were anything to go by. Although he was as informally dressed as the other men present, without a tie, wearing a white, open-necked shirt and grey trousers with a dark sports jacket, she had noticed the excellent quality of the fabric and the cut of the jacket. She wondered what he did. Banker? Broker? Business executive? Real-estate tycoon? Instantly she dismissed all these professions, and unexpectedly thought, no, not James. He’s a cop. Where this thought came from, she had no idea, and it so startled her that she took a quick sip of the champagne and stared at him, frowning.
At this exact moment James moved closer to her, and said, ‘Are you in the theatre too, M? Are you an actress?’
She shook her head. ‘No, I’m a model. And what do you do, James?’
‘I have my own company—’
‘What kind of company?’ she asked swiftly, cutting across him.
‘It’s a Security and Investigation company, but on an extremely high level. I can provide someone with a bodyguard or minder, pull up a detailed dossier on almost anybody in the world, find a missing person, or missing valuables. You name it, we can do it. We offer a unique service and work with absolute discretion. And this is all within certain boundaries, of course.’
‘You are a cop!’ she cried, staring at him harder, her eyes twinkling. ‘That’s exactly what I thought you were, a moment ago.’
‘Well, well, well, did you really? But I wasn’t a cop, not exactly – something similar, though. However, I do have a lot of former law enforcement officers working for me.’
‘Where were you not-exactly-a-cop? In London?’
He leaned into her, and said, sotto voce, ‘I was with MI6, and obviously operating abroad, as MI6 agents always do. Only MI5 agents can work in the UK.’
‘Oh, my God! A spy! A proper Walsingham, eh?’
He burst out laughing. ‘Aren’t you the one, M! You’re certainly up on your English history.’
‘Especially when it comes to the men who worked for Elizabeth Tudor. Anyway, why did you get out? Did you get bored?’ she probed, riddled with curiosity.
‘Not at all, I like danger. But I decided it would be a good idea to make some money, and so I completed the assignment I was working on and resigned. Or rather, I retired from the agency. I started my company in London five years ago, then decided I wanted to be in New York, so here I am, running this end of the operation.’
Before M could respond, Dax and Geo, who had been talking quietly, now came closer and Dax said, ‘I think I ought to go and find Iris, our hostess, to introduce you both. You must meet her. Don’t go away. Stay right here, I’ll be back in a minute.’
Geo watched Dax rush away, turned to M and said, ‘I’m thrilled he’s going to be in A Streetcar Named Desire. I’ve never seen him so happy; he’s like a different person. Don’t you think so, M?’
‘Yes, I do, but it’s natural, isn’t it? He’s wanted to be an actor for so long, and now he has his chance, his first decent break. Oh, here he is coming back with Iris.’
Dax came to a standstill and said, ‘Iris, I would like you to meet my friends, Georgiana Carlson, called Geo, and Marie Marsden, who’s known as M. And this is Iris Ingersoll.’
Fashionably dressed and elegant, Iris Ingersoll was a tall, imposing woman with silver hair and a rather lovely face. She looked much younger than her sixty-odd years. She shook Geo’s hand and then M’s. ‘I’m so glad you could come, Dax has told me how you both encouraged him to pursue his acting career, and have been so supportive.’
Now turning to James, Iris gave him one of her most dazzling smiles. ‘And how very nice to see you, James, thanks so much for coming. You’re such an asset at a party.’
‘It’s my pleasure to be here, Iris. It always is, actually.’
Iris inclined her head, then turned to Dax. She continued, ‘I’d like you to come and meet a few other people who might be important to you one day. Anyway, the more people you know in this business, the better off you’ll be.’
Dax gave M and Geo a funny grin, raised his eyebrows and followed Iris.
M laughed and so did James, who then looked from M to Geo and asked, ‘How about freshening up your bubbly, ladies?’
‘Not for me, thank you,’ M murmured, and put her glass down.
Geo said, ‘I think I will, and thanks, James.’ She handed him the empty flute.
Once they were alone, Geo said, ‘I’m glad I took your advice and wore this black lace outfit, M. The women are quite dressy tonight, don’t you think?’
‘They are, and they’re most definitely New Yorkers,’ M answered.
‘Because they’re dressed in black!’ Geo grinned, eyeing M, admiring her dress once more. ‘Aren’t you pleased you wore this? You were hesitant about it.’
‘Yes. Anyway, it is my favourite frock. But I don’t often have the chance to wear it.’ M looked down at the skirt, smoothed her hand over it, smiling to herself. The dress was made of black taffeta and was cut in the