styled. 'You know I can't marry you now.''No!' This time she cried out in earnest, thrashing about in the bed as she tried to reach theman in her dream, the man she loved. 'Nigel, I love you,' she begged. 'Don't leave me. Everyonehas left me, my father, my motheryou can't leave me too!''Watch me,' he said in a chilling voice. 'Watch me walk out of the door and never look back. And next time you aim for respectability make sure you tell the man involved the truthabout yourself. Because if you don't, I will.''No! Nigel, please,' she clutched on to his arm, feeling him flinch with the disgust withwhich he now held her, shaking her off. 'Nigel, you love me!''I
Lori Parker, not Lorraine Chisholm. I could never love Lorraine Chisholm.Never!' he added vehemently.She fell at his feet, sobbing, clutching at his legs as he tried to walk away. 'Nigel, don'tgo!' she sobbed.'I have to.' He shook her off as if she were no more than a wearisome dog. 'No decentman in his right mind would want to have you as his wife.'No decent man, no decent man ... As his wife, as his wife ...'Lori, wake up!' Someone was shaking her shoulder. 'Lori, open your eyes. You're havinga bad dream. Lori!' Again the shake on the shoulder, harder this time.She forced herself through the realms of sleep, opening her eyes with effort, the greynessfading to give way to bright sunshine, the concerned face of her flatmate, Sally, gazing down ather worriedly.'Are you all right?' Sally frowned. 'You were screaming so loud I thought someone wasattacking you!'Lori raised herself up on her elbows, pushing the red-gold hair back from her face,blinking long lashes over shadowed brown eyes. 'I should be so lucky,' she said ruefully. 'Just anightmare.'Sally moved back with a shrug, sitting on the single bed across from Lori's. 'It soundedreal enough to me.''Nightmares always do,' Lori threw back the covers and swung her long legs to the floor.'They always seem very real too, that's why they're so frightening.'Sally stood up, a small, slightly plump girl with straight blonde hair down to hershoulders. 'This one sounded a real horror story,' she grimaced.'It was.' Lori stretched with feigned nonchalance. 'But I've forgotten what it was aboutnow,' she lied, knowing that particular horror would never leave her.'You have?' Sally seemed doubtful too.'Mm.' Lori stood up, padding over to the dressing-table to take her clean underwear fromthe top drawer. She was a tall girl, five feet eight inches in her bare feet, and the masculinepyjamas made her look slimmer than ever, and if it weren't for the rich cloud of red-gold hair thatframed her beautiful face she could almost have looked boyish. Without her make-up she lookedyounger than her twenty-four years, her lashes naturally long and dark, her eyes a deep richbrown, her nose small and straight, her mouth a perfect bow, although she smiled little. She wasaware of the fact that men were attracted to her combination of fiery appearance and icy manner,although very few of them ever got further than the first date.'Then you won't remember who Nigel is?' Sally queried softly.'Nigel?' She froze, then quickly regained her composure, concentrating deeply on findingthe green bikini briefs that matched the bra she had already found. 'Nigel who?' she mumbled.