Swept Away!: Accidentally Expecting! / Salzano's Captive Bride / Hawaiian Sunset, Dream Proposal. Lucy Gordon

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      They sat down on the bed, contentedly sipping the tea they had brought with them.

      ‘You said you were English,’ Ferne recalled. ‘And yet you speak as though you’ve been here for some time.’

      ‘Over thirty years,’ Hope told her.

      ‘Do you have any children?’

      ‘Six. All sons.’

      She said it with an air of exasperated irony that made Ferne smile and say, ‘Do you ever wish you had daughters?’

      Hope chuckled. ‘When you have six sons, you have no time to think of anything else. Besides, I have six daughters-in-law and seven grandchildren.

      ‘When our last son married, a few months ago, Toni and I decided to go on our travels. Recently we’ve been in Milan to see some of his relatives. Toni was very close to his other brother, Taddeo, until he died a few years ago. Dante is Taddeo’s elder son, and he’s coming back to Naples with us for a visit. He’s a bit of a madman, as you’ll discover while you’re staying with us.’

      ‘I can’t impose on you any further.’

      ‘My dear, you have no money or passport. If you don’t stay with us, just what are you going to do?’

      ‘It just seems dreadful for you to be burdened with me.’

      ‘But I shall love having you. We can talk about England. I love Italy, but I miss my own country, and you can tell me how things are there now.’

      ‘Ah, that’s different, if there’s something I can do for you.’

      ‘I look forward to you staying with us a long time. Now, I must get some sleep.’

      She got into the lower bunk. Ferne climbed to the top one, and in a few minutes there was peace and darkness.

      Ferne lay listening to the hum of the train speed through the night, trying to get her bearings. It seemed such a short time since she’d made the impulsive decision to leave England. Now she was here, destitute, reliant on strangers.

      While she was pondering the strange path her life had taken recently, the rhythm of the train overtook her and she fell asleep.

      She awoke to find herself desperately thirsty, and remembered that the snack bar was open all night. Quietly she climbed down and groped around in the darkness for her robe.

      The three euros she’d found would just be enough for a drink. Holding her breath and trying not to waken Hope, she crept out into the corridor and made her way to the dining-car.

      She was in luck. The snack bar was still open, although the tables were deserted and the attendant was nodding off.

      ‘I’ll have a bottle of mineral water, please,’ she said thankfully. ‘Oh dear, four euros. Do you have a small one?’

      ‘I’m afraid the last small bottle has gone,’ the attendant said apologetically.

      ‘Oh no!’ It came out as a cry of frustration.

      ‘Can I help?’ asked a voice behind her.

      She turned and saw Dante.

      ‘I’m on the cadge for money,’ she groaned. ‘Again! I’m desperate for something to drink.’

      ‘Then let me buy you some champagne.’

      ‘No, thank you, just some mineral water.’

      ‘Champagne is better,’ he said in the persuasive voice of a man about to embark on a flirtation.

      ‘No, water is better when you’re thirsty,’ she said firmly.

      ‘Then I can’t persuade you?’

      ‘No,’ she said, getting cross. ‘You can’t persuade me. What you can do is step out of my way so that I can leave. Goodnight.’

      ‘I apologise,’ he said at once. ‘Don’t be angry with me, I’m just fooling.’ To the bartender he added, ‘Serve the lady whatever she wants, and I’ll have a whisky.’

      He slipped an arm about her, touching her lightly but firmly enough to prevent her escape, and guided her to a seat by the window. The barman approached and she seized the bottle of water, threw back her head and drank deeply.

      ‘That’s better,’ she said at last, gasping slightly. ‘I should be the one apologising. I’m in a rotten temper, but I shouldn’t take it out on you.’

      ‘You don’t like being dependent on people?’ he guessed.

      ‘Begging,’ she said in disgust.

      ‘Not begging,’ he corrected her gently. ‘Letting your friends help you.’

      ‘I’ll pay every penny back,’ she vowed.

      ‘Hush! Now you’re getting boring.’

      Fearing that he might be right, she swigged some more water. It felt good.

      ‘You seem to be having a very disorganised holiday,’ he observed. ‘Have you been planning it for long?’

      ‘I didn’t plan it at all, just hurled a few things into a bag and flounced off.’

      ‘That sounds promising. You said you’re a photographer…’ He waited hopefully.

      ‘I specialise in the theatre, and film stills. He’s an actor, starring in a West End play. Or, at least, he was in a West End play until—’

      ‘You can’t stop there!’ he protested. ‘Just when it’s getting interesting.’

      ‘I was taking the pics. We had a thing going—and, well, I didn’t expect eternal fidelity—but I did expect his full attention while we were together.’

      ‘A reasonable desire,’ her companion said solemnly.

      ‘So I thought, but an actress in the play started flashing her eyes at him. I think she saw him chiefly as a career step-up—Oh, I don’t know, though. To be fair, he’s very handsome.’

      ‘Well known?’ Dante asked.

      ‘Sandor Jayley.’

      Dante’s eyes widened.

      ‘I saw one of his films on television the other day,’ he said. ‘He’s supposed to be headed for even greater things.’ He assumed a declamatory voice. ‘The man whose embrace all women dream of—whose merest look—’

      ‘Oh, shut up!’ she said through laughter. ‘I can’t keep a straight face at that twaddle, which used to really annoy him.’

      ‘He took it seriously?’

      ‘Yes. Mind you, he has plenty going for СКАЧАТЬ