Running From the Storm. Lee Wilkinson

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      Feeling her relax, Zander asked, ‘Satisfied I won’t drop you?’

      Seeing her cheeks grow pink, and finding it a sweet amusement to tease her, he added wickedly, ‘Or are you starting to enjoy being carried?’

      She was saved from having to answer by a sturdy, silver-haired man wearing a dinner jacket and black bow-tie who crossed the foyer to greet them.

      ‘Zander, nice to see you again, mon ami!’ he exclaimed jovially.

      ‘Nice to see you, Claude.’

      With an unmistakable twinkle in his eye, the Frenchman asked, ‘Do I take it that you and madame are enjoying a lune de miel?’

      ‘Unfortunately not. I’m afraid mademoiselle has hurt her ankle.’

      Claude tutted his concern. ‘Then we will have to try and make up for it with one of our best tables and an especially good meal.’

      He led the way through French doors to a rear veranda and over to a secluded table, beautifully set with a low centrepiece of apricot-coloured roses and a squat gold candle.

      ‘Now do please make yourselves comfortable.’

      As soon as Caris had been settled in a chair, an attentive waiter relieved her of her jacket and whisked it away.

      Nodding his approval, Claude went on, ‘I will send along a bottle of our best champagne, and if you care to leave the choice of menu in my hands …?’

      After giving Caris a questioning glance and receiving her nod of agreement, Zander answered, ‘Thanks, Claude, we’ll be happy to.’

      ‘Then I will see that chef excels himself on your behalf. Oh, one last thing …’ Turning to Caris he asked, ‘Would mademoiselle like something to rest her injured foot on?’

      A little flustered by so much attention, Caris said, ‘Thank you, but it’s really not necessary.’

      With a smile and an inclination of his head, the Frenchman hurried away.

      The lantern-hung veranda overlooked a steeply terraced garden with winding steps and secret paths, stone benches and pale statues in arbours. Water cascaded over tumbling rocks into fern-hung pools, and dark, glossy rosemary seemed to grow in every nook and cranny.

      A solitary bright evening star and a velvety-blue dusk waiting in the wings made the scene seem magical, enchanted.

      It set the atmosphere for the whole evening.

      Having gazed her fill, Caris remarked, ‘This is a lovely place in a lovely setting.’

      ‘I rather hoped you’d like it,’ Zander admitted.

      As she moved her foot into a more comfortable position he said, ‘Sure you don’t need a cushion? Raising it might help to ease the pain and prevent swelling.’

      She shook her head. ‘It only hurts when I put weight on it, and the swelling seems to have stopped. Though I think you were right about the trekking.’

      ‘Then this might be a good time to call your friend and put her in the picture.’

      She sighed. ‘Walking the Rowton Way is something Sam’s been really looking forward to.’

      ‘So what do you intend to do?’

      ‘Stay in Albany,’ Caris said decidedly. ‘I don’t want her to call it off on my account, which is what she’ll do if I’m in Catona and not able to go.’

      Fishing out her mobile phone, she tapped in the number. After a moment or two she frowned. ‘I’m not getting any answer, which is odd … Oh, wait a minute, I have a text message from her.

      ‘Oh Lord, she has an even worse problem than I do. Her widowed mother’s been taken ill and she’s having to fly up to Boston to nurse her. She says to go on the trek without her, so I’d better let her know how things are …’

      The text sent, Caris dropped the phone back into her bag. ‘I’m sorry about that.’

      ‘There’s no need to be. It had to be settled. But it’s a pity about your vacation.’

      Hiding her disappointment, she said lightly, ‘Oh well, it can’t be helped. I’ll just have a quiet time at home.

      ‘If I get bored I can always go into the office or ask Kate to drop some work round. There’s always plenty to do.’

      At that moment, the wine waiter approached wheeling a trolley. He stooped and with a click of his lighter lit the candle.

      Then, having stationed the trolley to his satisfaction, he twirled the bottle of Dom Perignon in its ice bucket and began the little ceremony of opening and pouring the vintage champagne.

      ‘Go easy on mine,’ Zander said as the wine bubbled into the flutes. ‘I’ll be driving later.’

      When the napkin-wrapped bottle had been replaced in the bucket and the waiter had moved away, Zander lifted his glass in a toast. ‘Here’s to us, Caris, and getting to know one another better.’

      ‘To us,’ she echoed.

      Those fascinating green eyes of his fixed on her face. He remarked, ‘You have an unusual name. Who chose it?’

      ‘My mother.’

      ‘Caris,’ he murmured softly, making the word sound like a caress. ‘It suits you.’

      As she sipped the champagne, emboldened by his toast and wanting to know more about him, she asked, ‘What kind of work do you do?’

      ‘I’m in the hotel business.’

      Of course; she had wondered why the name seemed to be familiar. Now she recalled glancing through a society magazine and reading about the aristocratic Devereux family.

      ‘I thought I knew the name. Devereux Hotels are famous all over the globe. I read in one of the glossy magazines that it’s been a family concern for more than a hundred years.’

      ‘Yes. It all started with my great-grandfather, Gerald Devereux.’

      ‘Wasn’t he the younger brother of a duke?’

      ‘Yes, but he stopped using his title when he married an American and came to live in the States. Originally he set up his own merchant bank in London, then in the late eighteen-hundreds he acquired a hotel as a bad debt. That sparked his interest and as a business proposition he began to build more.’

      ‘So do you run the business?’

      ‘No, my father does.’

      ‘James Devereux?’

      ‘That’s right.’

      The article had gone on to say that James Devereux, a multi millionaire who owned a chain of five-star hotels worldwide, had been happily СКАЧАТЬ