is my son, Billy,’ Joanna said, quickly moving over to them. ‘Billy, this is Prince Gustavo.’
‘Just Gustavo,’ he said at once, extending his hand.
Billy shook it politely but Joanna was dismayed to notice that his manner was restrained, with none of his usual eager friendliness. Gustavo didn’t react, but she had the feeling he’d noticed.
Hal, Joanna’s right-hand man, was pouring himself a large beer, saying, ‘OK, boss, what’s the programme for this afternoon. Boss? Boss?’
She came back to the present.
‘Sorry, were you talking to me?’
‘Do I call anyone else boss?’ he asked patiently.
‘Not if you’re wise. OK, this afternoon we’re going to—’
‘May I interrupt a moment?’ Gustavo said smoothly. ‘I just want to say that I hope you’ll all join me for dinner tonight.’
‘Do we have to dress posh?’ Hal asked, looking at his magnificent surroundings. ‘Because I forgot to bring my white tie and tails.’
‘Informal dress, I promise,’ Gustavo assured him. ‘Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must go.’
He touched Renata lightly on the shoulder, indicating with his head for her to follow him. But the child scowled and turned away. He watched her for a moment, and it seemed to Joanna that he was longing for her to turn back and smile at him. When she didn’t, he walked out.
That evening Joanna soaked herself in water, allowing the tensions as well as the dust of the day to leave her.
She’d seen him and it had been a shock, because no matter how well prepared she’d thought herself, the reality had been nothing like her expectations. After twelve years, she thought, how else could it be? And how much had she changed in that time?
And whatever else was different, he was still as wickedly attractive as before. Watching the three other women had told her that.
She dressed herself in a pair of black velvet trousers and a brilliant-red silk blouse. In her ears she wore solid gold earrings.
She was dissatisfied with her hair, which she’d meant to trim back to shoulder-length, then forgotten. She had to settle for brushing it vigorously and hoping it wouldn’t look too tousled.
Lily and Claire, who were sharing a room, joined her in the corridor. Lily especially was looking forward to the coming evening, as her low-cut dress proclaimed.
‘Just get him!’ she exclaimed. ‘Wow! Is he fit or what?’
Joanna pretended to be shocked.
‘Are you talking about His Excellency, Prince Gustavo Montegiano?’ she asked. ‘Come, come! Where’s your respect for rank?’
‘He can pull rank on me any time he likes,’ Lily said, contriving to give the words a lascivious meaning. ‘Come on, now, you’ve got to admit he’s wow! Those eyes. Those muscles.’
‘Don’t you ever think about anything but men?’ Sally asked, appearing with Hal, and falling into step beside them as they descended the stairs.
‘Yes, but I spend too much time with the ones who’ve been dead for centuries,’ Lily pointed out. ‘Living fellers tend to look very good after that.’
‘I’m living,’ Hal said. Where Lily was concerned he existed in a permanent state of hope.
‘Down, Fido!’ Lily said.
‘What happened to his wife?’ Sally asked.
‘They’re divorced,’ Joanna explained, keeping her voice low. ‘But please don’t talk about that.’
‘Discretion is my middle name,’ Lily said untruthfully. ‘But honestly, was she crazy? Can you imagine any woman having that, and not clinging on for dear life?’
‘Can we talk about something else?’ Joanna asked tensely.
‘Perhaps he’s not as gorgeous as he looks,’ Claire put in.
‘And perhaps pigs fly,’ Lily scoffed.
‘No, I mean as a person,’ Claire said. ‘He might have a nasty temper—’
‘He’d still be as sexy as hell!’ Lily pointed out.
‘Will you two hush?’ Joanna said frantically. ‘Not another word, in my hearing or out of it. Honestly, I can’t take you anywhere.’
She remembered the dining room well. In this grandiose room she and Gustavo had been toasted on the night of their engagement. Now it had a livelier air.
It was a good evening with plenty of laughter. Carlo was there, also the children, with Laura. They had spent the last couple of hours riding. Renata was already skilled and Billy was learning.
‘So that’s where you were,’ Gustavo said to Renata. ‘I looked for you.’
Joanna watched the little girl, remembering the harsh things that, according to Billy, she had said about her father. Surely they could not be true?
Renata maintained a cool demeanour towards Gustavo, but when he wasn’t looking at her she would fix her eyes on him with something that might have been longing. If he glanced back at her, she hurriedly turned away.
Gustavo