A Ring For The Pregnant Debutante. Laura Martin

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      ‘Why do you want to know?’

      Hunter shrugged again. ‘I’m interested. And it’ll take your mind off our encounter today.’

      That was true, Rosa hadn’t thought of the bandits for a whole five minutes.

      ‘He’s our neighbour, a boy I grew up with.’

      ‘Boy?’

      Rosa grimaced. ‘Man. He must be twenty-seven or twenty-eight by now, I suppose.’

      ‘Old enough to behave better.’

      ‘You don’t know how he behaved.’

      ‘You’re here in exile in Italy rather than happily married in some country house in England.’

      It was the truth, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. For a long time Rosa had imagined a life with David. A home of their own filled with beautiful children, the life she had been brought up to expect.

      ‘So what happened?’

      Rosa shook her head. She really did not want to talk about this. Even uttering David’s name had the bile rising up in her throat and knots of tension forming across her shoulders.

      ‘How about you?’ she asked, desperate to change the subject. ‘Any great loves in your life.’

      Hunter smiled and shook his head, ‘I’ve never found that special someone.’

      ‘But you’ve looked?’

      ‘Some people aren’t destined to settle down.’

      It was an odd statement, one that made Rosa pause and study the man in front of her for a moment.

      ‘But you’re titled, you have an estate. Isn’t there a need for an heir?’

      He shrugged. ‘The estate will pass to some distant relative when I die.’

      Although it was said casually she could see the pain in his eyes at the idea. Whatever he might say, this was an uncomfortable subject for Hunter.

      ‘You wouldn’t rather it went to your son, your own flesh and blood?’

      ‘That is never going to happen so there is no point in mourning what never could be.’

      ‘Why—’ Rosa started, but a small hand tugging at her sleeve cut her off.

      ‘Please, miss, spare some money. I haven’t eaten for three days.’ A small girl stood looking up at her with large brown eyes in a skinny face.

      Rosa hesitated and then reached for her coin purse. She might not have much money, and what she did have she needed for the passage home and her new life, but it was hard to ignore the real pleading in the young girl’s eyes.

      ‘Rosa, no,’ Hunter shouted, trying to grab her hand, but it was too late. As soon as the coin purse was out in the open an older boy swooped in and grabbed it from her palm. At high speed both he and the girl ran in different directions, weaving through the crowd.

      ‘No,’ Rosa whispered, her heart plummeting as she realised her whole future had just been ripped away from her.

      Hunter was on his feet immediately, darting after the boy, but Rosa could see straight away he would never be able to catch him. Hunter might be fast, but the boy knew the streets and was small enough to slip between the crowds.

      Gripping the edge of the table, Rosa felt her breathing become shallower and could hear a harsh rasping coming from her throat. Without any money she was doomed. She had the choice of life on the streets in a foreign country or crawling back to the Di Mercurios.

      ‘I can’t go back,’ she whispered. ‘I won’t go back.’

      She looked down at the dress she was wearing, that would fetch her a small sum, but her modest jewellery had been taken from her by her grandmother when she had arrived at the villa. She owned nothing else in the world except the clothes she was wearing.

      ‘I’m sorry,’ Hunter said, returning to the table, his face flushed from exertion. ‘I lost him in the crowd.’

      Rosa shook her head, unable to get any words out. She’d been so pleased when they had escaped the bandits with her purse intact, she’d never thought it might be at risk here in this idyllic village.

      ‘Was that all the money you had?’ he asked. Gone was his normal jovial tone, replaced by concern and compassion.

      ‘Everything.’

      Hunter raked a hand through his short hair, causing tufts to stick up at the front.

      ‘I can’t go back to them,’ Rosa whispered again to herself.

      Anything would be better than that. Maybe she could find work somewhere, save up the money for a passage home. As soon as the idea entered her mind she dismissed it. If there was no work for able-bodied young men then no one was going to employ a pregnant woman.

      ‘Rosa, look at me,’ Hunter said, taking her hand in his own.

      As his fingers gripped hers Rosa felt some of her panic begin to subside. It was as if Hunter was tethering her to reality, stopping her from plummeting into a deep despair.

      ‘We will figure something out. All is not lost.’

      ‘That was all my money. Everything I own.’

      Gently he stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. Rosa looked up and met his eyes and realised that whatever he said she trusted him. It was ridiculous, she’d only known the man a day, but if he said all was not lost then maybe it would work out.

      ‘Come,’ he said, pulling her to her feet. ‘I need to think.’

      She allowed him to tuck her hand into the crook of his elbow, lay down a few coins for their drinks and lead her away from the riverside tavern. She leaned heavily on his arm, tapping the cane against the cobblestones for a little extra support, but out here in the heat of the day her ankle ached.

      ‘I’m ruined,’ Rosa murmured as they weaved their way through the crowds. Not ruined in the sense of a loss of virtue, that had happened many months ago, but all the way through her ordeal she’d had some hope, a plan to make things better.

      Hunter didn’t say anything, just continued down towards the water’s edge.

      ‘Look out there,’ he said as they reached the promenade that ran along the edge of the lake.

      Rosa looked, following the direction his extended finger was pointing in. The sun glinted off the water and in the distance the hills surrounding the lake were shielded in a thin heat haze.

      ‘What am I looking at?’

      Hunter didn’t answer, he was looking down at his hand in horror. Rosa followed his gaze, but as soon as he noticed she was looking, too, it was as if a mask came down over his face and his hand promptly dropped to his side.

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