‘I know I shouldn’t even be here with you, and … and I don’t want to become attached to you again.’
‘You’re bad for me, Franco,’ she told him sadly. ‘I ache all over, and I can do without the dramatic trip down memory lane right now, where you storm out and I have to work out what the hell I have done to cause it this time.’īut Lexi gave another shake of her head. ‘Then have some pity on me,’ he said wearily. She could just make out his tall figure against the long pane of glass. Looking up, Lexi tracked her eyes along the upper terrace until she found his window. ‘From where?’ Jumping to her feet, Lexi spun round, expecting to find him walking down the path towards her, but she saw nothing but garden and leafy tree branches. Come back up here to me and we will talk about that if you want,’ he encouraged. You hate yourself for still caring about me when you don’t want to care. ‘I hate you,’ she whispered, which seemed to tie in somehow with the thoughts preceding it. Something that she and Franco had never had. It took a lot of care and trust to be so steadfast and loyal to one person. Swans mated with the same partner for life, she recalled, for some reason only the convoluted inner workings of her own mind could follow. Lexi watched the pair of resident white swans move across the glass smooth surface of the lake, leaving triangular ripples in their wake. ‘Claudia and I do not have a relationship,’ he denied impatiently.
Rolling her lips together to try and stop them from trembling, she asked, ‘Can I talk about Marco too?’ ‘I will be forced to come down there to you if you do. ‘Don’t start crying, cara,’ he warned huskily. ‘The past is catching up with me,’ she mumbled, and wished she had not heard the thickness of tears threatening her voice. In fact she wondered why she had never told him before-three and a half years ago, when it would perhaps have meant something-but she’d run away from facing him with his unfaithfulness that time too. What the hell has got into you, Lexi? Why the sudden icy exit?’ ‘And don’t,’ he warned, ‘start lecturing me on whether striding around the house in my present condition is good for my health, because I know that it isn’t. ‘I went and got it for myself,’ Franco informed her. ‘You sent someone to my room to rummage through my bag for my phone,’ she fired at him before he had a chance to speak. It rang the instant the maid had turned and disappeared back up the path towards the house. ‘Signor Francesco ask me to bring you this, signora,’ she explained breathlessly, and handed Lexi her mobile phone. A maid appeared beside the bench, arriving panting, as if she’d come down here at a run.
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