about that time of his life. Seemed he was wrong. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘No, don’t apologise. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have asked in the first place.’ She hesitated. ‘I’m so sorry about what you went through.’
He saw the truth of her words in her clear blue eyes and it warmed him. She wasn’t the breezy businesswoman she pretended to be. He got the impression she had a sensitive soul.
He told her a little about his daughter while they ate, and she reciprocated by describing her two boys. Again, he wondered how her husband could have come to terms with leaving them, not to mention giving up someone as…unique as Regan. If Larissa had lived, he’d never have left her. He had no doubt about that.
Regan was telling him about her elder son’s obsession with all things Roman.
‘His father was from Rome originally and I suspect that Will has the wrong idea of the city—he thinks it’s still like ancient Rome, full of gladiators and people in togas. I’ve told him it’s not, but…’
‘Is that where he lives now?’
She looked up. ‘Jack? I have no idea where he is. Somewhere in Italy, I think.’
‘You don’t have any contact with him at all?’
She shook her head as she put down her cutlery. ‘When he left, he just disappeared. I tried all the places I thought he might have gone, but…’ She shrugged. ‘He didn’t want to be found, obviously. And he hasn’t been in touch since. For my part, I’m glad. In fact, I consider myself lucky that I didn’t have to go through a custody battle like my best friend Anna did. She had a terrible time, poor thing. At least I was spared that, but for the boys’ sake…’ Her face twisted.
‘I can’t say they miss him because they were too young when he left, but they talk to other children, so even in these days of unconventional families they know there’s something missing from their lives.’
After a moment, she looked at her watch and her eyebrows shot up. ‘It’s late. It’s time I headed home.’
‘You haven’t finished your meal.’
‘I’ve had enough. I still have work to do this evening. I have this contract to sort out—the one I mentioned earlier.’
He nodded. ‘I’ll call a taxi and see you home.’
‘No. No need. Stay and finish your meal. I have my car. It’s not far and…’ Her words trailed off and she looked less sure of herself.
He gave her an amused look. ‘And you don’t want me to know where you live?’
She winced. ‘It’s not you, it’s…me.’ She winced again at the cliché. ‘I don’t do this,’ she said, waving a hand at her half-empty plate.
‘Eat? I think we established that earlier.’
She made the gesture more expansive, encompassing the table and the two of them seated at it. ‘This. When I’m not working, I’m spending quality time with my children. I don’t have time for anything else.’
‘You don’t socialise with friends?’
She hesitated. ‘Well, yes, I do. But we’re not friends. We only met tonight and we’ll probably never see each other again.’
He looked away. He didn’t understand why he should be disappointed. Why, in one evening, she’d gone from a woman he’d admired on sight but had no intention of pursuing, to someone he was very keen to know better.
She was beautiful, but it wasn’t that. Or, he should say, it wasn’t only that. For some unknown reason, he felt comfortable with her. He could talk to her. He’d told her about Larissa and that placed her in a very select group of people.
But she wasn’t interested in being his friend. She didn’t even want to see him again.
Suppressing a sigh, he looked back at her, just in time to see her take a credit card from her purse.
‘No,’ he said, giving his hand a quick shake. ‘I’m staying at this hotel. I’ve already charged the meal to my room.’
She put the card away. ‘Thank you.’
She wasn’t so pale now that she had some food inside her. She’d worried him when her face had turned as white as the tablecloth.
He wouldn’t patronize her by thinking she needed—or wanted—someone to look after her. She clearly managed a successful business as well as a family all on her own, and it would be insane to imagine she was helpless, but there was something about her that made him want to help.
The slight flush in her cheeks suited her. It made her eyes sparkle more brightly, which he wouldn’t have thought possible.
‘Let me give you my number.’ He reached into his jacket as he spoke.
‘No.’ She shook her head. ‘Really, there’s no point. I don’t have time to go out. This is so unusual for me.’
He separated one business card from the small pile and held it out to her, willing her to take it. ‘I don’t go out either, but I’d like you to have my mobile number, just in case.’
‘In case?’
He shrugged. ‘In case you want someone to talk to. In case you need a friend.’ He thought it sounded lame but didn’t know what else to say. It just felt wrong to let Regan disappear.
She reached for the card, frowning as she scanned it. ‘You’re a lawyer? You didn’t say so.’
‘Not practising. Ignore all the details on the card except the mobile number. It’s still the same.’
She nodded and slipped the card away. ‘Thank you.’
He knew she had no intention of calling. She couldn’t even meet his eyes. She’d probably throw the card away as soon as she got home.
It shouldn’t matter. He’d only just met her. He shouldn’t care whether she liked him or not.
As she stood, he pushed his chair back and got to his feet. He couldn’t help it; he did care.
‘Don’t bother seeing me out.’ She flapped a hand at him. ‘I hope you enjoy what’s left of your meal. And…it was nice meeting you.’
Her voice had dropped to a murmur on the last words, but he heard her well enough to believe she meant it. Hope leapt into his chest.
‘It was great to meet you, Regan.’ He held out his hand and, after a slight hesitation, she shook it. ‘Remember, call me if you need anything,’ he said, holding on to her soft hand a second longer than strictly necessary.
She looked into his face, her eyes shining. But she didn’t speak or even nod. She simply pulled her hand from his and walked away.
A week after the launch of the tourist trail, Regan rubbed her forehead and let her eyes drift away
