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Tim looked worried as he told Martin about the mugging incident the night before. ‘You be extra careful tonight, Fen.’
‘One thing you can be sure of, boss dear. I’m in no danger from my mugger of last night,’ she assured him. ‘He’s probably tucked up in bed by now.’
When Martin left them to do his second stint at the piano Grace Mathias came in to add her congratulations.
‘You were a big hit, Fen. Quite a few of my diners went off to the piano bar afterwards.’ She smiled at her husband. ‘While they paid their bills I casually mentioned that we had a new attraction tonight.’
‘What a businesswoman you are,’ he said fondly.
‘So get me a glass of something extravagant while I listen in peace to Fen’s second set,’ she said promptly.
‘Don’t expect too much, Grace,’ warned Fen as she renewed her lipstick. ‘Peggy Lee I’m not.’ She jumped to her feet, tugged the clinging dress into place, then braced herself as her cue came through the sound system. ‘That’s me. Wish me luck.’
This time round Fen felt less nervous when she joined Martin at the piano. She smiled into the audience, which had grown considerably since the first set, then caught sight of a familiar face at the entrance, and instead of leaning against the grand piano perched herself on top of it as Martin began the introduction to a classic Cole Porter favourite. They followed it with Jerome Kern, then ended the set with Hoagy Carmichael’s ‘Skylark’, which taxed Fen’s untrained voice to the limit as she breathed, rather than sang, the last three ascending notes. Afterwards the applause was wildly enthusiastic, with loud demands for encores. But Fen shook her head, smiling, and kissed her hand to them as Martin, grinning from ear to ear, helped her down.
She felt drained as he took her back to receive warm thanks from Tim and Grace, plus some teasing from the three of them about her perch on the piano for the second set.
‘I thought I’d give the punters value for money,’ Fen said airily. She refused offers of drinks, accepted her fee, confirmed that her car was parked right outside the door, said her goodnights, then went off to exchange a word with some of the other girls before leaving.
When she reached the side door later Fen’s heart gave a thump. A tall man stood barring her way, as expected. She stared up defiantly into dark eyes which held such furious disapproval she felt a surge of triumph. ‘Hi,’ she said casually. ‘I didn’t know you were coming here tonight.’
‘Obviously,’ he said through his teeth. ‘What the hell do you think you’re playing at?’
‘Not playing. Working for my living.’ Fen brushed past him, heading for the door, but he caught her by the hand and swung her round.
‘Not so fast, my girl—’
‘Problems, Fen?’ said a familiar voice, and she turned to find Joe Tregenna smiling at her. ‘Is this guy giving you trouble?’
‘It’s OK, Joe. No problem,’ said Fen, freeing herself. ‘He’s a relative.’
Adam Dysart controlled himself with obvious effort. ‘Look,’ he said to Joe Tregenna, ‘this is a family thing. Would you excuse us? I need to talk to Fenny.’
‘But I don’t want to talk to you,’ she retorted, and smiled warmly at Joe as she took his hand. ‘Thanks for coming to take me home.’
‘My pleasure,’ he said, without missing a beat. ‘Won’t you introduce us?’
‘Unnecessary,’ said Fen curtly, and, turning her back on Adam Dysart, she hurried Joe off.
‘Sorry to land you in it again, Joe,’ she muttered, casting a look behind her. ‘A bit late in the day to ask, I know, but are you on your own?’
‘Fortunately, yes,’ he said, amused.
‘That’s a relief.’ She smiled at him. ‘This is a bit cheeky of me, but could you possibly drive me round for a bit? I don’t want Adam to know where I live.’
‘Of course. Better still, why not come to my place for a drink until the coast is clear?’ said Joe as he led her to his car. ‘Unless—’
‘Unless what?’ she asked absently, straining to see if Adam was in sight.
‘Unless that guy’s your husband. Because if so I’m not getting involved.’
She glared at him. ‘Adam Dysart is most definitely not my husband. He’s—’ She halted, suddenly deflated. ‘He’s just a cousin.’
CHAPTER TWO
‘AND not a kissing cousin, obviously,’ observed Joe as he drove off. ‘I stuck my oar in again in case he got rough with you.’
‘No danger of that,’ Fen assured him. ‘I’m not in Adam’s good books at the moment. But he would never harm me.’
‘Why was he so angry with you?’
She sighed. ‘I can’t tell you that. Which is pretty mean, I know, when you’ve come to my rescue two nights running. Not,’ she added militantly, ‘that I couldn’t have handled it myself—both times.’
‘It didn’t look that way to me.’
‘You’re wrong. I really can take care of myself.’ She glanced at him curiously. ‘I was so furious with Adam I forgot to ask why you were at the Mitre tonight, Joe. Were you eating there?’
‘No. I called in on the chance that a certain bar person might serve me a drink, and to my surprise found she was doing a cabaret act.’ Joe grinned. ‘You didn’t mention that last night.’
‘I didn’t know last night!’ she said with feeling. ‘The manager sprung it on me today because the usual chanteuse was careless enough to lose her voice. The piano bar does a roaring trade on the nights Diane sings, so rather than lose good business Tim bribed me to fill in.’
‘How?’
‘By paying double my usual wages. Which I don’t deserve, because I can’t sing as well as Diane.’
‘From where I was standing your punters didn’t agree. You went down very well indeed.’
‘Flattery, Mr Tregenna?’
‘Fact. The husky, breathless voice charmed them right enough, but it was the bare shoulders and endless legs that knocked ‘em dead.’
Instead of taking offence Fen threw back her head and laughed. ‘I just can’t believe I did it. Any of it. I must have been out of my mind.’
‘But tonight a star was born!’
‘Not on your life.’ She shook her head emphatically. ‘I’m never doing that again. My nerves wouldn’t stand it. Besides, when the lovely Diane hears what happened I bet her voice will make a dramatic recovery.’
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