The Englishman's Bride. Sophie Weston

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      ‘If you’ve got sunshine, you’ve got a holiday,’ she said firmly. ‘You don’t even want to think about what London is like tonight.’

      Lisa said rapidly, ‘Then come and share it with me.’

      ‘What?’

      ‘Why not? Come and keep me company.’

      ‘Oh, come on, Lisa. I’ve never liked playing gooseberry.’

      Lisa gave a hard laugh. ‘You wouldn’t. I never see Nikolai. That’s the trouble. There’s nobody to talk to. And damn-all to do.’

      Kit kicked off her shoes and curled her legs under her. She stuck the telephone under her ear and leaned forward to turn on the fire.

      ‘Hey, hang on. It can’t be that bad. No grey skies. No puddles. And you’ve got leaves on the trees. Who needs anything to do when they can laze on a beach?’

      There was a pause. Not a comfortable pause.

      What on earth had happened? thought Kit. The last she had heard, Lisa and Nikolai could not wait to get away together. Lisa had had a series of mysterious viruses in the weeks running up to Christmas. They had left her weak and wan and uncharacteristically tearful. And Nikolai had been continent-hopping most of the year. This tropical holiday was supposed to get them some quality time together.

      Now only four days into the holiday, Lisa could hardly speak her husband’s name without spitting.

      ‘Anyway, holidays in a tropical paradise are not in my budget,’ said Kit into the silence. There was a hint of desperation in her voice. ‘I can’t afford it.’

      ‘I can.’

      There was no doubt about that. Lisa was head of trading in a London bond-dealing room. Her annual bonus alone made Kit’s eyes water.

      But she still said, ‘You’ve done enough for me over the years, Lisa. I’ll pay my own way now that I can.’

      ‘But you can’t afford a tropical holiday and I—need you here,’ Lisa added, so softly Kit could hardly hear her. ‘I really need some support, Kit.’

      Oh, lord, thought Kit, startled. What’s going on here? She had never heard Lisa say she needed support in the whole of her fast-paced life.

      ‘Come and keep me company, Kit.’ Her voice was tight. Kit knew that note. It meant Lisa was determined not to cry. And then, the controlled voice cracking, ‘I’m so lonely.’

      Kit was too shocked to say anything.

      ‘There’s a flight on Sunday. I’ve booked you on it provisionally. At least think about it.’

      She rang off without saying goodbye.

      Kit paced the room, disturbed.

      Had Lisa and Nikolai fallen out? But why? Lisa’s husband was an aristocrat and the Romaine sisters came from the wrong side of the tracks. A long way on the wrong side of the tracks, as Lisa had once told him.

      Lisa had got her education and her high-profile job entirely by her own efforts. Yet that had never seemed to be a problem before. If she’d been asked, Kit would have said Count Nikolai Ivanov was more in love with his raggle-taggle wife now than he had had been when he married her.

      But on the phone just now Lisa hadn’t sounded like a loved wife. And Kit loved Lisa. She was more than a sister. She was Kit’s best friend.

      Maybe this was the time to sink her principles, after all.

      She was still wavering when there came a tap on the French window.

      Tatiana, thought Kit. Normally she and her landlady had a slightly edgy relationship. Tatiana thought Kit was boring at best; at worst, a passenger clinging to her successful sister’s coat tails. Kit thought Tatiana was an eighty-year-old delinquent. But they met on their affection for Lisa.

      So Kit opened the door with unusual enthusiasm.

      ‘Lisa has spoken to you,’ said Tatiana, recognising the enthusiasm and diagnosing its source with accuracy.

      ‘Yes. I’m worried.’

      ‘So am I,’ admitted Tatiana.

      To Kit’s astonishment she sat on the sofa and made herself comfortable without once complaining about Kit’s pale cushions. Tatiana liked her furnishings bright.

      ‘She sounded wretched,’ said Kit, biting her lip.

      ‘When did you talk to her?’

      ‘Just now. She wants me to go out there.’

      Kit waited for Tatiana to say, Don’t interfere. Tatiana thought the only person who was allowed to interfere in the affairs of Lisa and Nikolai was herself. But she didn’t.

      The vivid, lined face creased into an expression of profound foreboding.

      ‘You talked to her now?’

      Kit nodded. ‘I just put the phone down on her. Or rather she put the phone down on me. She sounded really upset.’

      Tatiana’s monkey face looked as if she was about to burst into tears. ‘Do you know what the time difference is?’

      Kit was bewildered. ‘What’s that got to do with anything?’

      ‘It’s seven o’ clock here. That makes it three in the morning at Coral Cove,’ said well-travelled Tatiana Ivanova. ‘Three. And she’s calling you. Where’s her husband, for goodness’ sake?’

      Kit stopped her pacing, shocked.

      ‘No wonder she sounded so—fragile,’ she said, almost to herself.

      ‘You’d better go,’ said Tatiana. Adding, with that practicality that Kit always found so disconcerting, all mixed up with the crystal-balls philosophy and the joss-sticks, ‘Do you need some cash?’

      Kit shook her head. ‘Lisa’s booked me a ticket and paid for it. And I haven’t used my credit card for anything this month. I’ll be fine.’

      ‘You’ll need a tropical wardrobe,’ said Tatiana, who thought clothes were the window of the soul.

      Kit shrugged.

      Tatiana bounced off the sofa. ‘You are impossible. Look at you. Wonderful golden hair, wonderful skin, pretty face. You’re tall and as slim as a model. Why on earth aren’t you out there buying disgracefully short skirts and giving everyone a heart attack with your skin-tight tops?’

      Like Lisa.

      Neither of them said it. They both knew what Tatiana meant.

      Kit said more sharply than she meant, ‘Just stop it, Tatiana. I dress the way I like.’

      Tatiana brooded. ‘Well, at least get yourself a swimsuit. I saw some pretty bikinis in—’

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