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‘I’ll call’

Francesca dropped her eyes Those tords said it all She had beco the strings, in control If sweet revenge had been what he was after, then he had got it because he had reduced her to a state of voluntary helplessness But she believed what he had told her, that revenge was not the naame If it had been, he would have walked away the very first time he had proved to himself that he could have her He certainly would not have broken off his engageelo Falcone was not a man to disturb the onward march of his well-planned life on the spur of the iven her the option of satisfying hiain, and she had taken it because she was a cohen it came to him He had stormed back into her life and revealed it for what it was A life devoid of any e only by virtue of the career she had chosen

She nodded and turned away, stretching out her hand once again for a passing cab She neither expected, nor was surprised by the fact that he didn’t see fit to wait by her side until one arrived Why should he? She meant no s beyond that were illusory They could chat and laugh but herelse orbited around that one central need

And she would do it, because she loved him and loved life when he was in it, for better or for worse

The fact that her circue, that she would never be able to even drea more, was her cross to bear

In the et A black cab pulled up and she hopped in, te herself stare straight ahead, destination unknown

CHAPTER EIGHT

SOMETHING wasn’t quite right Angelo could feel it in the s which her eyes slid away frolass, fro very little

‘Okay, you ?’ The Italian restaurant, at which they had dined for the first ti out place It was convenient and convenience counted when sitting down and eating was so that they wanted to do in the minimum amount of time

Because their need for one another had not dily across the table and raised his wineglass to his lips He was mildly surprised that she was still a fixture in his life, considering they no each other several tirow bored, but he wasn’t questioning the situation He just knew that when he clicked his fingers she ca and that suited him superbly He had also been careful not to allow any coe in the kitchen, not even a take-away They either ate out or didn’t bother to eat at all And no sleeping over He left, whatever the time, when they utilised her house and she did the same when, as more often than not, she ca his of conscience or doubt

‘Nothing’ Francesca dragged her eyes back to hiry’

‘So I notice But I’ So to plan? Or are you worrying about Jack again? He’s a big boy He can take care of hireat deal about Jack over the past feeeks, entertaining stories of his various escapades, so her hair out in despair

‘I know that,’ Francesca said, staring down at her plate and contee her feel slightly nauseous

‘So what then?’

She detected the hint of is were not part of the deal

‘What if I told you that I was tired? That I just wasn’t in the ht and o back to your house, but to talk’