With Love From Cape Town. Joss Wood

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      He led her to an open-top sports car and helped her into the front seat.

      ‘Where are we going?’ she asked, not really caring.

      ‘I thought you could show me a bit of your country. In return for me endorsing your book?’

      ‘So you’ll do it, then, Dr Ferguson?’ Her heart was still doing its ridiculous pitter-patter and it had nothing to do with the relief she felt at his words. What was the matter with her? She was reacting like some star-struck groupie.

      ‘Yes, but only if we have a deal. And by the way, it’s Niall.’

      Robina forced herself to breathe normally before she replied. ‘Have you been to Cape Town before?’

      ‘Once, but I never got out of the hotel.’

      ‘You are kidding, right?’ she said incredulously. ‘You came all the way here and didn’t see anything? Not Table Mountain, Chapman’s Peak, the vineyards? Nothing?’

      All of a sudden his smile vanished and his expression turned bleak. ‘There wasn’t time,’ he said shortly. ‘I had…’ he paused ‘…only a couple of days. I didn’t want to leave my daughter for too long.’

      So he was married, Robina thought, aware of a crashing sense of disappointment. He hadn’t been wearing a ring, but many men didn’t.

      ‘And your wife?’ she said lightly. ‘Did she come with you?’

      ‘My wife’s dead,’ he said quietly. ‘She died two years ago.’

      This time there was no mistaking the raw pain that shadowed his face.

      Before she could help herself, she reached across and squeezed his hand. ‘I’m so sorry. She must have been very young.’

      ‘Thirty.’ He sucked in a breath as if it hurt him to say the words. ‘Mairead died just six months before that last conference. Unfortunately, these things are arranged months—even years—in advance. I couldn’t get out of it, but I didn’t want to leave my daughter for a second longer than I had to. I flew back as soon as the conference finished. I don’t think I saw anything apart from the inside of my hotel.’

      ‘But you’ve got more time this trip?’ Robina thought it wise to get the subject onto safer ground.

      ‘I have the rest of the weekend,’ he said. ‘The first flight back I could get is on Monday. So until then, I’m all yours.’ He looked at her and Robina felt the world spin. Never before had she experienced such an instant, overwhelming reaction to a man. ‘So where are we going first? What do you recommend?’

      ‘What do you want to see? The tourist Africa or the real Africa?’

      ‘The real Africa, of course, that’s why I’ve kidnapped you.’ Her heart lurched. If only that were true! The thought of being kidnapped by this enigmatic man sent all sorts of fantasies spinning around her brain. Stop being ridiculous, she told herself. He wanted a guide in exchange for his help, nothing more. From the expression on his face when he’d mentioned his wife, he must have loved her very much. And he had a daughter. All very good reasons for Robina to run a mile.

      ‘So, where to?’ he asked a little later as he put the car into gear and exited the conference car park. They came to a T-junction. ‘Left or right?’

      ‘Right.’ She paused as a thought struck her. ‘You’re not afraid of heights, are you?’

      ‘I’m probably going to regret this but, no, I’m not. Why, are you?’

      ‘Terrified!’ Robina admitted with a smile. ‘But I would never forgive myself if I didn’t take you up Table Mountain—especially on a beautifully clear day like today. I know it’s a bit touristy, but everyone has to go up at least once in their lifetime. So why don’t we start there? And then…’

      ‘Then we’ll see,’ he finished the sentence for her. There was something in the tone of his voice that sent a shiver up Robina’s spine. It was a promise and a warning. She knew that if she wasn’t to get in too deep, now was the time to call a halt. But even as the thought formed in her mind, she knew it was too late. She could do nothing except allow this man to pull her along in his wake and enjoy the ride. For once she was going to throw caution to the wind and let life take her where it would.

      As they waited in the queue for the cable car, they chatted easily about work. When their turn came to board, Robina’s heart began to race. Although she had made the trip many times before, each time she was swamped by a rush of anxiety. The doors opened and Robina immediately clutched the handrail that encircled the oval cable car. But she knew it would be worth it once they got to the top—the views over Cape Town and the South Atlantic Ocean were breathtaking. Niall would be impressed.

      ‘Are you all right?’ he asked quietly, and she could feel his breath on her neck.

      ‘I’m fine, really. Like I told you, I’m just not very good with heights.’ She looked up at him and smiled with as much reassurance as she could muster.

      ‘For some reason, I didn’t think of you as someone who could be afraid of anything.’ He placed a comforting arm on her shoulder and she felt the heat of his fingers burning her bare skin.

      And suddenly she wasn’t frightened any more. Before she knew it, they had reached the top and were spilling out onto the flat top of Table Mountain.

      Two hours stretched into three then four as they explored the trails along the top of the mountain, eventually retreating to the outside restaurant for a late lunch. A cool breeze tickled their skin and Robina thought she had never felt as happy as she did at that moment.

      Niall topped up their water glasses. ‘So is this where you take all your guests?’ he asked.

      Robina took a sip of her drink and pointed to an island in the distance. ‘Do you see that strip of land over there?’

      He nodded.

      ‘That’s Robben Island. Where Nelson Mandela was incarcerated.’ She felt the tears prickle behind her eyes and she blinked furiously.

      But she was too late. Niall touched her hand. ‘Hey, are you all right?’ he said gently.

      ‘I come here at least once a year,’ Robina said.

      Niall raised an eyebrow in a silent question. ‘On the anniversary of my father’s death,’ she continued.

      ‘Was he there too?’ Niall probed gently.

      ‘For six months. When he was a young man.’ She turned to face him. ‘It’s open to the public now, but I somehow can’t bring myself to go there. It would be too painful. So I come up here and pay my respects instead.’ Robina took a deep breath.

      ‘You know the prisoners spent their free time teaching each other whatever they knew, so that by the time they were released, they would have the skills and knowledge to lead a government. My parents had to leave South Africa СКАЧАТЬ