‘It’s late,’ Polly said. ‘I have to go.’

‘Don’t go,’ he said quickly. ‘I have a spare room.’ He smiled briefly. ‘I’m afraid you might not come back.’

‘I’ll come back tomorrow if you want me to.’

‘No, stay. There’s a lot more I want to ask you. And don’t worry-you’re quite safe. I won’t do anything that would bring Brian’s wrath down on my head.’

Of course not. Because she wasn’t the right woman. She was a lot safer than she wanted to be.

Polly called the villa, spoke to Hope and found, as she’d expected, that Matti was safely in bed.

‘Not that it was easy,’ Hope complained. ‘My husband was playing with him and they were like two babies together. I had to get firm with both of them.’

Polly chuckled. ‘All right. I’ll leave well alone.’

‘You stay there and take care of the other one,’ Hope said enigmatically.

‘Don’t worry. I will.’

Ruggiero showed her the room.

‘I’ve got a shirt if you need something to wear,’ he said.

‘Thanks, but I have everything I need.’ She pointed to her bag.

‘But I thought-’

‘A good nurse always comes prepared. I could do with some tea.’

‘Yes, Nurse.’

She came out a few minutes later to find the tea ready, along with a snack of ham and melon. While they ate she entertained him with tales of the childhood she and Sapphire had shared. It was easier to make her cousin sound sympathetic this way, for in those days her charm had yet to develop its ruthless edge.

Ruggiero laughed at some of the stories and sat contentedly through the rest, sometimes nodding, as if to say that this was what he’d waited to hear.

It was one in the morning before she yawned and said, ‘Enough for now.’

‘Forgive me for keeping you up so late. And thank you.’

He laid a gentle hand on her arm, nodded, and left her.

Polly put on her pyjamas and got into bed, sitting up and staring into the darkness with her hands clasped around her knees. She had a vague feeling of disappointment that she could not explain.

Sapphire was there in her head-so vivid that Polly could almost see her.

‘Now do you get it?’ she said contemptuously. ‘All he wants is the pretty fantasy. Which means he’s chosen me.’

‘He needs more time. He’ll face the truth later.’

‘How, when you’re never going to tell it to him? He doesn’t want to hear it. He’s not brave enough.’

‘That’s true,’ Polly agreed sadly.

‘Then I’ve won.’

‘I guess you have.’

Sapphire gave her luxurious, self-satisfied smile.

‘Oh, push off!’ Polly said crossly.

Sapphire vanished.

She lay down, listening to the soft sounds of night-time life coming from the harbour until at last she fell asleep.

She was awoken by a hand shaking her gently but urgently. Staring into the gloom, she saw Ruggiero, looking urgently into her face.

‘Polly, please wake up.’

She pulled herself up, using him for support, then rubbed her eyes.

‘I’ll set Brian onto you,’ she said through a yawn.

‘No need. That’s not what I’m here for.’

That was the story of her life. This dangerously attractive man appeared in her room, sitting on her bed, and was she wearing a sexy nightie? No way. She was in austere pyjamas with sensible buttons that came up high. She checked to see if the top button had come undone, but it hadn’t. She never had any luck.

‘It’s all right, you’re decent,’ he said, seeing the gesture and misunderstanding it. ‘Don’t worry.’

‘I wasn’t,’ she sighed. ‘Ruggiero, what’s happened?’

In the darkness she knew that he was glaring.

‘Let’s say I’ve finally come to my senses,’ he said harshly.

‘What-exactly-do you mean?’

‘Do you need to ask? Haven’t you been waiting for me to let go of the damned fool fantasy and get real?’

He switched on her bedside light and showed her the album that he’d put on the bed before waking her.

‘Here,’ he said.

The book was open at a large, glossy picture of the bride and groom, standing just outside the church. The photographer had been an expert, and had caught every unappealing detail about the groom-including the fact that he was a good thirty years older than his bride, and at least five stone overweight.

Even that might not have mattered. Many an ugly man had won a woman’s heart with love and kindness. But George Ranley’s overflowing jowls showed only the greasy self-satisfaction of a man who was selfish, greedy, demanding, suspicious and thoroughly unpleasant.

‘Look at her.’

Ruggiero pointed to where the bride was regarding her new husband with a look of adoration. ‘Did you ever see so much love in a woman’s face?’

‘No,’ Polly said cautiously.

‘For that thing?’ he asked, pointing contemptuously at George. ‘The man’s a pig, but she’s looking at him like he’s a god.’

‘Well, it was their wedding. A bride is expected to…’ Polly’s voice faltered.

‘It was an act,’ he said. ‘I wonder what she was really thinking at that moment.’

‘Ruggiero-’

‘Just as I wonder what she was thinking when she looked at me like that,’ he finished quietly.

Polly was silent. There was nothing to say. After a while he spoke again, in a voice full of anguish.

‘That was the look she wore for me-the look of a woman who’s totally besotted with a man. And he believes it while what she’s really thinking is that she’s got the poor sap just where she wants him.’

Her heart ached. She’d wanted him to see the truth, but now it was happening she couldn’t bear the hurt it would cause him.

‘I expect he had a lot of money,’ Ruggiero mused, almost casually.

‘He was a multimillionaire.’

‘Those jewels on her head? Real diamonds?’

‘Nothing less. George had seized them back from his third wife.’

‘Third?’

‘Sapphire was the fourth.’

‘Go on. Tell me the rest-and don’t sugar it.’

‘He desperately wanted a son, and none of the other wives had ever got pregnant. He wouldn’t admit that there might be a problem with himself, and kept divorcing them as “use-less”.’

‘Sapphire-Freda-didn’t want to be divorced, so when he was away for a couple of weeks she went to London to find someone who would give her a child that she could pass off as his.’

‘So she went cruising the bars, looking for a suitable candidate?’ he said bitterly. ‘I just happened to be there. How did I come to pull the short straw?’

‘Your colouring is the same as George’s used to be before he went bald, so he’d have been easier to convince. And when she discovered that you’d soon be leaving England it was a plus.’

He winced. A long time seemed to pass before he asked, in a low voice, ‘She never cared for me at all, did she? Be honest, Polly.’

‘I don’t think she did.’

‘I was just useful,’ he said slowly, as though spelling it out would help him understand. ‘When I’d served my purpose I was surplus to requirements. All that mystery that seemed so exotic and romantic was just an efficient way to make sure I couldn’t spoil things by following her.’

‘I’m afraid so.’

Suddenly he began to laugh. A cracked, bitter sound that was on the edge of madness. He lay back on the bed and laughed and laughed until Polly became scared for him.

‘What’s funny?’ she asked, leaning over, taking his shoulders.

‘I am,’ he choked. ‘It’s a great joke. I’m the funniest idiot who ever tramped the streets hunting for something that didn’t exist.’

He held her in return, looking up into her face.

‘When she vanished I searched for her high and low. Once I’d watched her walk away, so I reckoned she was within walking distance, and I went to every nearby hotel. I described her a thousand times, but nobody knew her. I didn’t shave or take any care of myself, and by the end of the week I must have looked like a down-and-out. I didn’t eat, because to eat I’d have had to stop, and I couldn’t bear to. Sometimes I didn’t go back to the hotel at night.

‘Finally I gave up, got blind, roaring drunk and ended up in a police cell. The next morning they threw me out and told me to stop bothering “decent people”. After that I came home. But that wasn’t the end of it. In my dreams I went on searching for her, always thinking she’d be around the next corner, but she never was. At last I realised that she wasn’t anywhere, and the dreams stopped. The strange thing is that since I’ve known she was dead they’ve come back again. Sometimes I’m afraid to sleep in case I find myself chasing around corner after corner, always finding nothing.’

He sat up slowly, still holding onto Polly.

‘I guess part of me has known the truth from the first moment, but I wouldn’t let myself face it. Now I have, and I should be glad. If this is how it really was, then there’s nothing for me to grieve about.’

Nothing except the end of an ideal. Neither voiced the thought, but it was there in the air between them.

‘I don’t understand,’ Polly said at last. ‘You’ve been looking at these pictures for days. Why has this happened now?’

‘I don’t know. As you say, I could have seen the truth in her face at any time. I guess I just wasn’t ready before. I ducked and dived, and clung to what I wanted to believe-anything to avoid the reality.’

‘But what do you think the reality is?’ she asked carefully.

‘That I’m a fool who fell victim to a clever woman because he was too stupid and conceited to see through her. She acted as though I were the one she’d spent her life waiting for. The only lover who could satisfy her, the one man who could make her life worth living. Of course I believed her. I was wide open for it. She must have seen me coming for miles.’

His voice was harsh with the scorn and derision he poured on himself. The more he’d believed in his dream, the more contempt and loathing he felt for himself now.

Polly couldn’t bear it. She pulled him into her arms and held him tightly. He clasped her back, as though she were his only refuge. It wasn’t the embrace of a lover, and he seemed completely unconscious of her lightly clad body, but he buried his face against her and she could feel him trembling.

In a sudden passion of tenderness she began to stroke his head. She knew it wasn’t wise, but suddenly wisdom seemed an abomination when set beside his need. If this moment cost her the rest of her life she would pay the price gladly.

Ruggiero didn’t draw away, which emboldened her to lay her cheek against his hair while her hands caressed his body, but only tentatively, half longing for him to sense her, half fearing it.

For a moment she grew still, waiting for his reaction, her heart thumping. If he would only reach for her-

But he didn’t move. His body against hers was heavy and relaxed, his head lying against her shoulder in an attitude of contentment. She dropped her head, letting her lips lie against his hair.

He did not react, and something inside her seemed to hide away, weeping.

‘Don’t…’ she murmured.

‘What do you mean?’

‘Don’t be so hard on yourself.’

‘It’s better if I am. I’ve been easy on myself for too long. Now it’s time to see things clearly. Mio dio! What a coward I’ve been!’

‘You’re not a coward. You just needed time. And you made it. She was holding you trapped. The illusion was turning to poison and it would have destroyed you. Now you’re free.’

‘Free?’ He echoed the word as though trying to understand it. ‘Free.’

It had a hollow sound, as though it resonated only bleakly in his heart.

He drew back and looked at her for a moment.

‘I needed you,’ he said. ‘Thank you.’

But you didn’t notice I was here, she thought sadly. Not really.

CHAPTER EIGHT

WHEN Ruggiero had gone Polly dozed fitfully, unable to sleep properly. Even Sapphire didn’t manage to storm her way in. She tried, but now something was excluding her.

Polly awoke in the morning, wondering if she’d imagined the night before. But her hand could still feel where he’d gripped it in his as he declared his faith in her, and his need. He’d left immediately after that.

Just a handclasp, but it had left her burningly aware of every detail about him. The things she’d been trying not to think of-the strong, hard feel of him, the warmth of his body when it had lain against hers, all the things a good nurse was supposed to ignore-had all come surging back to her.

I’m not going to let this happen, she tried to tell herself. I’m not.

But it had already happened. It was too late to deceive herself about that. Last night she’d given in to weakness, allowing her tenderness to flare briefly into passion. If he’d responded she would have done all in her power to make him want her, to make love with him.