Sharon Kendrick Collection. Sharon Kendrick

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      ‘Here, put this on,’ he said, as he slid into the back seat beside her and buckled up her seat belt, still playing the guardian angel.

      ‘Where are we going?’ asked the driver.

      ‘Wilton Street,’ she responded quietly.

      The driver half turned in his seat and shot a quick look in Guy’s direction. ‘Wilton Street?’ he asked in surprise. ‘Are you sure?’

      ‘Of course she’s sure!’ snapped Guy, and flicked shut the glass partition, immediately distracted by the sweet perfume of her hair.

      Sabrina felt the bitter ache of emptiness as the huge car negotiated its way into a tiny road, where the houses were small and boxy, each one looking exactly the same. She stole a glance at the stony perfection of his profile, knowing that she would never see him again after tonight.

      And maybe it was best that she didn’t. They weren’t just from different worlds—more like different universes.

      The driver flipped the glass partition open. ‘What number Wilton Street?’

      ‘Number th-three,’ she stumbled.

      Guy heard the tremble in her voice as the car pulled to a halt in front of a tiny house and frowned.

      ‘You’re crying!’ he exclaimed softly.

      ‘N-no, I’m not.’ She gulped, but took the crisp, white handkerchief which he offered her and buried her nose in it.

      ‘Why are you crying? Because I spoke so harshly?’

      She heard the self-recrimination which had hardened his voice and shook her head wordlessly as she tried to bring the gulping sobs under control. How could she tell him that she didn’t really know why she was crying? That maybe her tears were for Michael—maybe just for herself. Or maybe she was mourning a golden relationship with Guy Masters which had been doomed from the very outset.

      He waited until the shuddering of her breathing had slowed down in something approaching calm and then he got out of the car and went round to open the door for her.

      ‘Wait here for me,’ he said to the driver.

      He led Sabrina up the narrow front path and rang the doorbell. Moments later the door was opened by a woman who was unmistakably Sabrina’s mother. She had an amazing pair of identical ice-blue eyes and her hair was still bright—apart from the occasional touch of grey. And Guy had a sudden powerful vision of what Sabrina would look like in her fifties.

      Mrs Cooper’s eyes flew open in alarm as she saw her daughter’s pale and tear-stained face. ‘Sabrina, darling!’ she exclaimed. ‘Whatever is it?’ She looked up at the tall, dark man who was supporting her. ‘Who are you? What’s happened to her?’

      ‘Nothing at all has happened to harm her.’ Guy injected calm into his voice as Sabrina shook off his restraining hand and sat down abruptly at the foot of the staircase. ‘She’s a little upset,’ he said. ‘Although I suppose that’s understandable, under the circumstances.’

      Mrs Cooper nodded. ‘So she’s told you about Michael?’

      Again Guy felt the sharp spear of unreasonable jealousy. ‘Yes, she has.’

      Sabrina wondered why they were talking about her as if she wasn’t there. Or why her mother was staring up at Guy with trust rather than suspicion.

      ‘My name is Guy Masters,’ he said. ‘Sabrina and I met in Venice.’ He took a business card from his coat pocket and gave it to her. ‘Will you give this to your daughter in the morning?’ he said, moving to the staircase and bending his head down so that it was almost touching Sabrina’s.

      ‘Ring me if you need to talk,’ he said grimly.

      And then he was gone and the hall seemed suddenly so empty—so lacking in the strength and vitality generated by that dark, mocking face and that beautiful, strong body.

      Mrs Cooper shut the door behind him, and turned to her daughter. ‘Are you going to tell me what happened, darling?’

      Sabrina shook her head wearily. ‘It’s too complicated to explain. I’m OK now.’

      ‘Are you sure?’

      Sabrina nodded, and slowly rose to her feet. ‘Positive.’

      Mrs Cooper cocked her head in the direction of the front door. ‘He seems very considerate, dear,’ she commented curiously, ‘your Mr Guy Masters. Are you going to ring him?’

      ‘No.’ But Sabrina actually managed a wan smile. Considerate? She could think of about a hundred adjectives which would describe Guy Masters.

      And considerate wouldn’t even make the list.

       CHAPTER SEVEN

      RINGme if you need to talk. Those had been Guy’s last words to her a week or so ago.

      Sabrina opened her eyes and stared at the blank white space of the ceiling. What woman would want to admit to being needy? And what could she possibly say if she picked the phone up to ring him? Hello, Guy, it’s me, Sabrina. Remember me? I’m the woman you had the one-night stand with in Venice?

      And then what?

      No. There was no point in ringing him. No point in anything really, other than trying to get through each day the best way she could.

      ‘Sabrina?’

      Sabrina turned over and yawned as she focussed her eyes on the clock on the locker. Nearly ten o’clock. She loved her Sunday morning lie-ins. ‘Yes, Mum?’

      ‘You’ve got—’ there was a rather odd note in her mother’s voice as she called up the stairs, Sabrina thought ‘—a visitor, dear!’

      Some sixth sense warned her. Sabrina sat bolt upright in bed, her baggy Minnie Mouse nightshirt almost swamping her.

      ‘Who is it?’ she demanded hoarsely.

      ‘It’s Guy,’ called her mother.

      Her heart did a somersault. ‘Guy M-Masters?’

      ‘Why, how many others do you know?’ came a shockingly familiar voice.

      ‘I’m still in bed!’ she shouted down, feeling the shiver of nerves beginning to trace chaotic pathways over her skin. There was a split-second pause, and then a sardonic reply.

      ‘Don’t worry. I’ll wait.’

      She told herself that there was no way of getting out of seeing him, even if she’d wanted to. And that was the most disturbing thing of all.

      She didn’t want to.

      Sabrina felt the powerful acceleration of her heart as she quickly showered and dressed.

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