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  The three of them spent a convivial evening, but at the end Mario seemed to forget Dante and become more interested in looking at Ferne’s plunging neckline. After which, Dante said he needed an early night and swept her off to bed.

  Mario departed next morning, but he left a legacy in Dante’s mind. Stretched out on the beach, Ferne was startled to look up and find him doing a crossword puzzle in Latin.

  ‘It’s not difficult if you’re Italian,’ he demurred when she expressed her admiration. ‘The two languages are so similar.’

  ‘What’s that?’ she asked, pointing at a clue.

  He translated for her and said, ‘The answer is quam celerrime. It means “as quickly as possible”.’

  ‘Quam celerrime,’ she mused. ‘It has a nice, flowing sound, doesn’t it? What a pity I was always useless at languages. What’s the Italian version?’

  ‘Il più rapidamente possibile.’

  ‘No, I definitely prefer quam celerrime. Not that I could do anything with celerrime at the moment. I’m half-asleep.’

  ‘Bad night?’

  ‘No, it was a wonderful night, thank you. I just didn’t get any sleep.’

  He laughed, and she settled down. She was deep in happy slumber when the sound of her mobile phone reached her from a distance.

  ‘Someone wants you,’ Dante said, reaching into her bag for the phone. ‘Here.’

  It was a text:

  Never thought you were the one to turn down the chance of a lifetime. The offer’s still open and this time I want the right answer. Money, money, money. Mick.

  ‘Who’s Mick?’ Dante asked, reading over her shoulder.

  ‘Can’t you tell?’ Ferne asked sleepily. ‘He’s my sugar-daddy. He wants to cover me with diamonds and buy me an apartment in the West End, but I told him no. That stuff is old-fashioned.’

  ‘Now I remember; he’s your agent, isn’t he? You mentioned him on the train the night we met.’

  ‘Uh-huh!’

  She was trying to sound half-asleep, but inside she was alert and wary. She didn’t want Dante asking questions about why she’d refused a big job, in case he stumbled on the truth. Diverting him was going to be tricky.

  ‘Why is he mad at you?’ Dante asked. ‘What have you turned down?’

  She sighed as if it was too boring to be discussed.

  ‘He wanted me to go back to London and do another theatre shoot with a big star who’s condescending to do a live play. Sandor Jayley with knobs on. No way!’

  ‘Who’s the star?’

  She told him. Dante stared.

  ‘You rejected him? Just think what you might have-’

  ‘He’s bringing his fiancée with him,’ she said, trying to sound petulant. ‘No chance for me to be vulgar and unprincipled there.’

  Dante grinned, slipping an arm around her.

  ‘Can I flatter myself that you prefer to be vulgar and unprincipled with me?’

  ‘I can’t stop you flattering yourself,’ she observed indifferently. ‘Some men are so conceited.’

  ‘Not me. I can’t believe you’d choose me over the chance to make a lot of money.’

  ‘You forget,’ she said languidly. ‘I already made my fortune with Sandor.’ She drew a light finger down his bare chest. ‘Now I’m in the mood to spend some of it on, er, the pleasures of the moment.’ She uttered the last words in a seductive whisper.

  ‘Oh, really?’ he said, speaking with some difficulty, she was pleased to note.

  ‘La grande signorina gives her orders?’

  ‘Definitely. And she’s very demanding.’

  ‘So I’m here only for your pleasure?’

  She surveyed him with wicked glee. ‘Well, what else did you imagine you were here for? I expect my every whim to be obeyed.’

  ‘I’m your willing slave.’

  ‘And my first whim is to swim. Into the sea with us.’

  ‘I was hoping for something better.’

  ‘Hmm! Being my willing slave didn’t last long, did it? Come on.’

  She wriggled free of him and ran down the beach, hearing him just behind her. Once in the surf, he seized her and drew her further in, until the water was up to their chests; nobody else could have seen the way his hands were wandering.

  ‘Just what do you think you’re doing?’ she challenged.

  ‘Only my duty. I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.’

  ‘But you can’t do that in public.’

  ‘It’s not in public, it’s under water. Perfectly respectable.’

  ‘There is nothing respectable about what you’re doing,’ she gasped.

  After that she became incapable of speech and could only cling onto him, digging her nails into his shoulder in a way that left marks for days.

  When they finally returned to their loungers, she asked him to fetch her a drink. While he was gone she texted Mick with shaking hands.

  Sorry, can’t change my mind. Am out of action for a while.

  She switched off the phone and hid it away safely, silently thanking a merciful providence for helping her get away with it this time.

  Hopefully Mick wouldn’t trouble her again, whatever he might guess.

  Oh, to blazes with Mick and what he might think! To blazes with everything, except getting Dante back into her bed quam celerrime.

  CHAPTER NINE

  T HE ‘willing slave’ fantasy kept them entertained for a while. Unlike many men, Dante was totally relaxed with it, his masculine confidence too powerful to be disturbed by such a joke.

  They played it out in the bedroom, with her indicating her requirements and him following to the letter, both enjoying the challenge, laughing, not thinking any further. That was how they both preferred it.

  One morning as they were preparing to go out the phone rang, and it was Gino.

  ‘The film crew have left,’ Dante informed Ferne when the call was over.

  ‘Already?’

  ‘There was some sort of a kerfuffle; Sandor threw a fit and everyone was out in an hour. Now we’re needed to sell the place.’ He looked at her, smiling. ‘Ah, well, I guess it was too perfect to last for ever.’

  ‘Nothing lasts for ever,’ Ferne said lightly.

  ‘That’s what I say.’ Then he sighed and added ruefully, ‘But sometimes it would be nice if it did.’

  They spent two days at the Palazzo Tirelli before heading back to Naples, where they moved into a small apartment belonging to a friend of Dante who was currently away.

  On the first night back they went to dinner at the Villa Rinucci. Hope broadcast the event to the family, inviting everyone to drop in. But for her the real point of the evening was to see with her own eyes that Dante was in good health, and even better spirits.

  ‘He’s told me all about it,’ she said when she and Ferne had a moment alone in the kitchen. ‘You actually slapped Sandor Jayley’s face because you prefer Dante?’

  ‘I’d have slapped his face anyway,’ Ferne protested. ‘It had nothing to do with Dante.’

  ‘Oh, come! What about that big offer you turned down?’

  ‘Well, I had to, after I made you a promise. Hope, Dante and I are ships that pass in the night, we both know that. We’re having fun, but it can’t last. He’s not in love with me, and I’m not in love with him.’

  Hope didn’t reply in words, but her cynical gaze was answer enough. A moment later Toni called, and they both went out to where everyone was lounging in the garden as the evening wound down.

  Ferne wished she could speak openly to Hope and tell her that love was impossible because she simply wouldn’t allow it to happen.

  She knew she had been lucky as few women were ever lucky. Dante was a gentle and considerate man. If she was tired, he would urge her to bed, kiss her gently and either hold her until she slept or creep away, leaving her in peace.

  When they talked, he listened to her with every appearance of real interest. His own conversation was fascinating. Beneath the sometimes clownish exterior
was a thoughtful, educated man who might well have been a professor in some serious subject.

  In bed he was a skilled and tender lover, giving her a physical pleasure she had never dreamed possible, and treating her like a queen. On the surface no woman could have asked for more.

  But in her heart she had the melancholy feeling that it was all a sham, an illusion, because he was hiding the most important part of himself from her. And while that was true it would protect her from falling deeply in love with him.

  She reassured herself about that many times.

  Their apartment was high up on the fifth floor of a block overlooking the Bay of Naples. From their bedroom window they could see the great volcano Vesuvius in the distance. Several times she woke to find him on the window seat, contentedly watching the full moon across the bay casting its glow on the volcano.

  One night he stayed up late, leaving her to come to bed alone. She’d waited for him, then fallen into a half-sleep. Somewhere in that doze she’d thought she felt a gentle kiss on her cheek, but when she opened her eyes she was alone.

  She’d slept again, and had finally woken to find him sitting by the window. This was different from last time, when he’d sat with his head in his hands, clearly in pain. Now he seemed content, gazing out, still in the same thoughtful mood as before. When he saw that she was awake, he didn’t speak but held out an arm for her to come and join him.

  ‘Do you remember when we looked at this before?’ he murmured.

  ‘Yes, and you told me you’d once heard it rumble and longed to hear it again,’ she said. ‘There’s nowhere to get away from it, is there? Wherever you are in Naples, it’s always there.’

  ‘You think you’re used to it,’ he murmured. ‘You know it in all its phases, but you can still be taken by surprise.’

  She watched him, wondering what he would say next. He’d been in a strange mood for the last couple of days, with less to say than usual. He didn’t seem sad or unwell, merely thoughtful. Occasionally she would look up to find him watching her with eyes that were almost puzzled, as though something had disconcerted him. If he caught her glance, he would smile and turn quickly away.

  ‘What have you been taking for granted?’ she asked him now.

  ‘Everything, perhaps. You think you know how things are, but suddenly it’s all different. You’re not the same man you were-whoever that was.’

  He gave a brief, nervous laugh, sounding mysteriously as though he had no self-confidence. ‘I’m talking nonsense, aren’t I?’ he said.

  ‘Mmm, but go on. It sounds good.’

  ‘Yes, nonsense can sound very impressive. I learned that long ago. You can even impress yourself with it for a while. But-then the volcano rumbles and reminds you of things you’ve always known, and maybe wish you didn’t.’

  Ferne held her breath. Was Dante finally going to tell her the truth about himself, thus letting her come really close to him at last?

  ‘Are you afraid of the volcano?’ she whispered. ‘I mean, the one inside?’

  ‘Yes, although I wouldn’t admit that to anyone but you. I’ve never even admitted it to myself before, but I feel I could tell you anything and it would be all right. I need never be afraid again.’ He added wistfully, ‘Could that ever really be true?’

  ‘I suppose it would depend how much you wanted it to be true,’ she ventured. ‘If you trusted me…’

  ‘I trust you as I’ve never trusted anyone in my life. If not you, then who?’

  He took her hands in his, bending his head to kiss the palms.

  ‘You have such tiny, delicate hands,’ he whispered. ‘Yet they’re so strong, so welcoming. When they reach out, they seem to contain all the world.’

  ‘I would give you the world if I could,’ she said. It was a dangerous thing to say, but the words seemed to come out of their own accord. ‘If it were mine to give.’

  ‘Perhaps it is and you don’t know it.’ He stroked her face with tender fingers. ‘Sometimes I think I know more about you than you know about yourself. I know how loving and honest you are, how brave, how open-hearted.’

  ‘It’s an illusion,’ she said. ‘That’s a fantasy figure you’ve created.’

  ‘Why do you say that?’

  ‘Because nobody could be the way you see me.’

  ‘Why? Because I think you’re perfect?’

  ‘That proves it’s an illusion.’

  ‘No, it proves I’m a man of insight and good sense. Now, don’t argue with me. If I say you’re perfect, you’re perfect-and I do say it. I know you could never perform a deceitful or underhand action.’

  His words, spoken so warmly and with such emotion, gave her a bad moment. The knowledge of her deception, however well-meaning, seemed to hang over them, poisoning the moment.

  ‘Dante-’

  His finger lightly touched her mouth. ‘Don’t spoil it.’

  Don’t spoil it. The words were like a bitter reproach.

  But it wasn’t her fault, she thought wildly. She was protecting him, but that innocent desire had led her up this path, fraught with danger.

  ‘Let me say what I want to before I lose my nerve,’ he murmured.

  ‘I can’t see you ever losing your nerve.’

  ‘That’s an act. Inside I’m a coward. If you only knew how much of a coward, you’d run away. And that’s what you ought to do.’

  ‘Isn’t that for me to decide?’

  ‘How can you, when you don’t know the worst of me?’

  ‘Then tell me the worst. I’m braced for anything.’

  ‘You make a joke of it, but there are things…’

  ‘Yes?’ she said eagerly.

  ‘Ferne…’ She felt a tremor go through him. ‘Have I imagined what’s been happening to us?’

  Now her heart was beating so hard that she couldn’t speak, only shake her head.

  ‘I know I said “just friendly”,’ he whispered. ‘But I say a lot of things that are nonsense. I guess you know that by now. When we talk-and I’ve never talked to anyone the way I talk to you-I always feel that you understand everything I’m not saying. With you, I don’t have to worry. I can be at peace.’

  He made a wry face, aimed at himself. ‘I never thought the day would come when I saw peace as a virtue. I was always one for racketing around. Yes, you knew that, didn’t you?’ His soft laughter joined hers. ‘I don’t suppose there’s much about me you haven’t worked out: clown, idiot, self-deceiver, overgrown schoolboy.’

  ‘I could add a few others,’ she teased.

  ‘I’ll bet you could.’

  ‘Then how can you say I don’t know the worst of you? I probably think you’re worse than you are. Why don’t you put me right?’

  ‘Tell you what a hero I am? What a strong, solid, upright character who never cut corners or skirted around the truth in his life?’

  ‘No, I don’t think I could quite believe that.’ She was teasing him along the road, inviting him into the place where he would feel safe enough to tell her everything. When there was total honesty between them, the way would be clear for whatever lay in the future.

  She wanted there to be a future. She could admit that now. She’d hidden her feelings, even from herself, behind a barrier of caution and sensible reasoning. But now Dante himself was demolishing that barrier. If she was only a little patient, there would be happiness soon.

  ‘It you presented yourself as a stuffed dummy full of virtue I think I’d just laugh,’ she admitted. ‘And then I’d send you on your way, because I’d have no use for you.’

  ‘For the stuffed-dummy part or the virtue?’ he asked lightly.

  ‘Guess.’

  He smiled, but then his smile faded as emotion swept him.

  ‘Oh, Ferne, don’t change,’ he said desperately. ‘Promise me you’ll never change, and then maybe I can dig deep in myself and find a little courage. Only it’s going to take more than just a little. It’s going to take a lot to show you myself as I really am, stupid and p
ig-headed, blind to what matters.’

  ‘Stop,’ she said, putting her fingers lightly over his mouth. ‘Don’t run yourself down.’

  He didn’t argue, just took hold of her fingers and moved his lips against them. His eyes were almost desperate. She stroked his face, willing him to take the last step that would join their hearts in the closeness that only honesty could bring.

  ‘Dante,’ she whispered. ‘Please-please.’

  Suddenly he gripped her tightly, drawing her to him and burying his face against her.

  ‘Help me,’ he said huskily. ‘Help me.’

  She held him eagerly, flooded with emotion that made it impossible to speak. His carefully constructed armour was cracking, revealing the vulnerability he’d striven so hard to hide, and she wanted only to enfold him, to offer him the help he’d finally sought. Now the moment had come, she was almost dizzy with joy and gratitude.

  ‘What’s this?’ he said, touching her face. ‘You’re crying.’

  ‘No, I’m not, not really. I’m just-’

  ‘Don’t cry.’ He was lightly brushing her tears away. ‘I didn’t mean to upset you.’

  ‘I’m not upset.’

  He took her face between his hands, looking down at her tenderly before dropping his mouth to hers. She kissed him back eagerly, trying to tell him silently that she was his in any way he wanted. If only they could take the next step.

  ‘I’m so lucky to have you,’ he said. ‘If only…’

  ‘If only…?’ she echoed wistfully.

  ‘If only I were worth it. There’s so much I want to say to you, but not just now. My head’s in a muddle-as usual,’ he finished, turning it into a joke.

  But she wouldn’t let him get away with that.

  ‘I don’t think this is your usual muddle,’ she persisted.

  ‘No, I’m getting worse. Be a little patient with me.’

  ‘All right,’ she said, trying not to sound sad.

  ‘Let’s go to bed,’ he said. ‘We’ve got a long drive tomorrow.’

  She was stunned, hardly able to believe that the emotion of a moment ago had vanished to nothing. They had come so close, and to see the prize snatched away at the last minute was hard. But she let him lead her unprotesting to bed. One incautious word from her, and the chance could be lost for ever.