expression changed, became astonished, then delighted. ‘Ferne! My darling girl!’
Arms open wide, he raced across the sand and, before she could get her thoughts together, she found herself enfolded in a passionate embrace.
It was an act, she thought, hearing the cheers around them. For some reason he’d calculated that this would be useful to him so he was taking what he wanted, selfishly indifferent to the effect it might have on her. For she was terrified in case she reacted in the old way, the way she now hated to remember.
Nothing happened. There was no pleasure, no excitement. Nothing. She wanted to shout to the heavens with joy at being free again!
‘Tommy—’
‘Sandor,’ he muttered hastily. Then, aloud, ‘Ferne, how wonderful to see you again!’ He smiled down into her eyes, the picture of tender devotion. ‘It’s been too long,’ he said. ‘I’ve thought of you so often.’
‘I’ve thought a few things about you too,’ she informed him tartly. ‘Now, will you let me go?’
‘How can you ask me to do that when I’ve got you in my arms again? And I owe you so much.’
‘Yes, those pictures didn’t do you any harm, did they? Let me go !’
Reluctantly he did so, switching his attention to Gino.
‘Gino, how do you come to know this wonderful lady?’ he cried.
‘I’ve only just met her,’ Gino said. ‘I didn’t realise that you two were—are…’
‘Let’s say we’re old friends,’ Sandor said. ‘ Close friends.’
Ferne became awkwardly aware of Dante standing there, arms folded, regarding them sardonically. After everything she’d told him about Sandor, what must he be thinking?
A little crowd was gathering around them as news went along the beach that the famous Sandor Jayley was among them. Young women sighed and regarded Ferne with envy.
‘Sandor,’ she said, backing away from him, ‘Can I introduce you to my friend, Signor Dante Rinucci?’
‘Why, sure.’ Sandor extended his hand. ‘Any friend of Ferne’s is a friend of mine.’
Dante gave him an unreadable smile.
‘Excellent,’ he said. ‘Then we’re all friends together.’
‘Let’s all sit down.’ Sandor seated himself on her lounger and drew her down beside him.
He was in full flood now, basking in the warm glow of whathe took to be admiration, oblivious to the fact that one of his audience was embarrassed and another actively hostile.
‘Just think,’ he sighed. ‘If that house where we were going to shoot had come up to scratch, we’d never have moved to Gino’s palazzo and we—’ he gave Ferne a fond look ‘—would never have found each other again.’
‘There were rats,’ Gino confided. ‘They had to find somewhere else fast, and someone remembered the Palazzo Tirelli.’
‘Why don’t you join us?’ Sandor said suddenly. ‘That’s all right with you, isn’t it, Gino?’ Asking the owner’s permission was clearly an afterthought.
Far from being offended, Gino nearly swooned with delight.
‘And it will give Ferne and me the chance to rekindle our very happy acquaintance,’ Sandor added.
‘Sandor, I don’t think—’ Ferne protested quickly.
‘But we have so much to talk about. You don’t mind if I take Ferne away from you for a few days, do you?’ he asked Dante.
‘You mean Dante isn’t invited too?’ Ferne asked sharply. ‘Then I’m not coming.’
‘Oh, my dear, I’m sure your friend will understand.’
‘ He may, I won’t,’ Ferne said firmly. ‘Dante and I are together.’
‘So loyal,’ Sandor cooed in a voice that made Ferne want to kick him in a painful place. ‘Signor Rinucci, you’re invited too, of course.’
‘How kind!’ Dante said in a voice that revealed nothing. ‘I’ll look forward to it.’
Ferne turned horrified eyes on him. ‘Dante, you don’t mean that?’ she muttered.
‘Of course I do. Getting really acquainted with the place may help me with the sale.’
‘How? You’ve never needed it before.’
‘Well,
Arms open wide, he raced across the sand and, before she could get her thoughts together, she found herself enfolded in a passionate embrace.
It was an act, she thought, hearing the cheers around them. For some reason he’d calculated that this would be useful to him so he was taking what he wanted, selfishly indifferent to the effect it might have on her. For she was terrified in case she reacted in the old way, the way she now hated to remember.
Nothing happened. There was no pleasure, no excitement. Nothing. She wanted to shout to the heavens with joy at being free again!
‘Tommy—’
‘Sandor,’ he muttered hastily. Then, aloud, ‘Ferne, how wonderful to see you again!’ He smiled down into her eyes, the picture of tender devotion. ‘It’s been too long,’ he said. ‘I’ve thought of you so often.’
‘I’ve thought a few things about you too,’ she informed him tartly. ‘Now, will you let me go?’
‘How can you ask me to do that when I’ve got you in my arms again? And I owe you so much.’
‘Yes, those pictures didn’t do you any harm, did they? Let me go !’
Reluctantly he did so, switching his attention to Gino.
‘Gino, how do you come to know this wonderful lady?’ he cried.
‘I’ve only just met her,’ Gino said. ‘I didn’t realise that you two were—are…’
‘Let’s say we’re old friends,’ Sandor said. ‘ Close friends.’
Ferne became awkwardly aware of Dante standing there, arms folded, regarding them sardonically. After everything she’d told him about Sandor, what must he be thinking?
A little crowd was gathering around them as news went along the beach that the famous Sandor Jayley was among them. Young women sighed and regarded Ferne with envy.
‘Sandor,’ she said, backing away from him, ‘Can I introduce you to my friend, Signor Dante Rinucci?’
‘Why, sure.’ Sandor extended his hand. ‘Any friend of Ferne’s is a friend of mine.’
Dante gave him an unreadable smile.
‘Excellent,’ he said. ‘Then we’re all friends together.’
‘Let’s all sit down.’ Sandor seated himself on her lounger and drew her down beside him.
He was in full flood now, basking in the warm glow of whathe took to be admiration, oblivious to the fact that one of his audience was embarrassed and another actively hostile.
‘Just think,’ he sighed. ‘If that house where we were going to shoot had come up to scratch, we’d never have moved to Gino’s palazzo and we—’ he gave Ferne a fond look ‘—would never have found each other again.’
‘There were rats,’ Gino confided. ‘They had to find somewhere else fast, and someone remembered the Palazzo Tirelli.’
‘Why don’t you join us?’ Sandor said suddenly. ‘That’s all right with you, isn’t it, Gino?’ Asking the owner’s permission was clearly an afterthought.
Far from being offended, Gino nearly swooned with delight.
‘And it will give Ferne and me the chance to rekindle our very happy acquaintance,’ Sandor added.
‘Sandor, I don’t think—’ Ferne protested quickly.
‘But we have so much to talk about. You don’t mind if I take Ferne away from you for a few days, do you?’ he asked Dante.
‘You mean Dante isn’t invited too?’ Ferne asked sharply. ‘Then I’m not coming.’
‘Oh, my dear, I’m sure your friend will understand.’
‘ He may, I won’t,’ Ferne said firmly. ‘Dante and I are together.’
‘So loyal,’ Sandor cooed in a voice that made Ferne want to kick him in a painful place. ‘Signor Rinucci, you’re invited too, of course.’
‘How kind!’ Dante said in a voice that revealed nothing. ‘I’ll look forward to it.’
Ferne turned horrified eyes on him. ‘Dante, you don’t mean that?’ she muttered.
‘Of course I do. Getting really acquainted with the place may help me with the sale.’
‘How? You’ve never needed it before.’
‘Well,
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