Dark Ransom. Sara Craven

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      ‘I am not altogether amused.’ He drew on his cheroot. ‘As for the ruin of your vacation—well, I shall have to try and make that up to you in some way.’

      ‘Please don’t put yourself to any further trouble,’ Charlie said dispiritedly. She had more or less abandoned hope of seeing the Manoela or her luggage again, and thanked her stars that she’d been travelling light. When she got back to Mariasanta, she thought, she would catch any boat that offered to Manaus, and spend the rest of her holiday in the civilised confines of Rio.

      ‘So, in England, Carlotta, where do you live?’

      ‘In the south.’ She paused. ‘If you must call my by my first name, I’m generally known as Charlie.’

      ‘Charlie?’ he repeated. ‘But that is a man’s name.’

      Charlie shrugged. ‘Nevertheless, that’s what they call me.’

      ‘And who are “they”?’

      ‘My family—friends—the people I work for. Well, not all of them,’ she amended with a slight sigh, remembering Mrs Hughes.

      ‘You live in a city?’

      ‘Heavens, no. In quite a small town—what we call a market town.’

      ‘And what is this work you do?’

      The Inquisition is alive, well, and living in Brazil, she thought resignedly.

      ‘I look after people,’ she said shortly.

      His brows lifted. ‘It must be very well paid—if you can afford a vacation such as this.’

      ‘This is a once-in-a-lifetime trip,’ she said. ‘From now on I’ll stick to the Greek Islands. I’ve never been abducted there.’

      ‘You still claim that is what happened.’ His smile annoyed her.

      ‘I’m here, aren’t I?’ she returned with something of a snap.

      ‘Without a doubt.’ There was a trace of grimness in his tone. ‘So, where did you meet with Fay? In this market town of yours?’

      She looked at him in astonishment. ‘I met her here in Brazil—on the Manoela. She boarded at Manaus. I’d joined the boat at Belém.’

      He examined his cheroot as if it fascinated him. ‘So, you had never met before, and you were just … travelling companions. Tell me, did you find a great deal to talk about together?’

      ‘Not really,’ Charlie said wryly. ‘We didn’t actually have a great deal in common.’

      Fay certainly hadn’t been a woman’s woman, she thought, and he must know that. On the other hand, perhaps he just needed to talk about her.

      She found herself saying awkwardly, ‘She was very beautiful. I—I hope you aren’t too disappointed …’ She hesitated, aware that she was getting into deep water.

      He said silkily, ‘Are you asking if I was in love with her? The answer is no. Does that set your mind at rest?’

      Why should it? Charlie wondered, discreetly smothering a yawn with her hand. His private life was none of her business. She’d just been trying to make conversation.

      But now the events of the day, coupled with the meal she had eaten, were beginning to catch up with her, and she felt desperately sleepy.

      She drank the rest of her coffee, and pushed back her chair. She said politely, ‘I’d like to go to my room now, if you don’t mind.’ She gave him a strained smile. ‘Boa noite.’

      He flicked some ash from the end of his cheroot. ‘Até logo, Carlotta.’

      She wasn’t familiar with the phrase, but presumed it meant ‘sleep well’.

      She said, ‘I hope so very much,’ and forced another smile.

      In the bedroom a lamp had been lit beside the bed, and the covers had been turned down. In addition to the mesh screens, shutters had been drawn across the windows.

      Charlie thought sadly about her light cotton pyjamas on board the Manoela. She’d noticed there were no nightgowns among the froth of silk and lace lingerie that Riago da Santana had provided for his lover.

      ‘Surplus to requirements, I suppose,’ she muttered. But, whatever the world did, she just wasn’t used to sleeping in the nude. It was just another aggravating aspect of this whole miserable mess, she thought as she slid under the fine linen sheet, determinedly closing her eyes.

      Yet she found sleep elusive. The rain seemed to have stopped, but the air was warm and still, as if threatening more storms, and this made her uneasy. She’d pushed away the elaborately embroidered coverlet, wrapping herself in the sheet alone.

      ‘Relax,’ she told herself impatiently. ‘There’s nothing to worry about.’

      And, even as she accepted her own reassurance, the door opened and Riago da Santana sauntered into the room.

CHAPTER THREE

      PARALYSED, CHARLIE WATCHED him approach and sit down on the edge of the bed. Riago da Santana was carrying, she noticed, the whisky bottle and two glasses.

      He said, ‘I’ve brought you a nightcap, Carlotta. Isn’t that the English custom?’

      ‘Yes—I mean, I don’t know.’ Charlie tried to slide further under the sheet, without making it too obvious. She said, her voice croaking a little, ‘I don’t really want another drink—thank you, senhor.’

      ‘But you won’t object if I have one?’ He poured out some whisky, and drained the glass with one swift, practised movement of his wrist.

      He was, she realised, far from drunk. But he wasn’t stone-cold sober either. And, drunk or sober, he spelled trouble that she didn’t feel equipped to deal with.

      He put the bottle down on the chest beside the bed, and began to unbutton his shirt under her horrified gaze.

      ‘What do you think you’re doing?’ She hardly recognised her own voice.

      ‘Taking off my clothes.’ His eyes slid insolently the length of her sheet-veiled body. ‘Don’t you undress before you go to bed, carinha?’ The look, as well as the tone of his voice, told her that he knew the answer to that already. The damned sheet clung.

      She made herself meet his glance firmly and directly. ‘Then I’d prefer you to continue undressing in your own room.’

      ‘This is my room.’

      They were the words she’d been dreading, and her stomach lurched in panic. But she tried not to show it. ‘Then maybe you’d be good enough to call Rosita, and get her to make me СКАЧАТЬ