was over, and that she could not bear to spend even another hour under any roof that belonged to the Theodakis family.
She had to force herself to go back into that bedroom, bracing herself for another humiliating confrontation, but Victorine had gone.
Mick was still fast asleep. Exhausted by his labours, no doubt, she thought, rubbing salt into her own bitter wounds. And how dared he sleep while her heart was breaking?
She needed to confront him, she realised. To accuse him and see the guilt in his face.
She put her hand on his shoulder, and shook him.
‘Mick.’ Her voice cracked on his name. ‘Wake up.’
He stirred drowsily, without opening his eyes. ‘S’agapo,’ he muttered, his voice slurred. ‘I love you.’
Kate gasped, and took a step backwards, a stricken hand flying to her mouth. At last he’d said them—the words she’d yearned to hear ever since they’d been together.
Only they were not meant for her, but his secret lover—the woman he’d been enjoying so passionately in her absence. The mistress he’d never actually discarded. It was the final—the unforgivable hurt, she thought as she turned painfully and walked away.
She packed the minimum in a small weekend case, then scribbled him a note which she left on the night table with her wedding ring.
‘I should never have married you,’ she wrote. ‘It was a terrible mistake, and I cannot bear to go on living with you for another moment. Don’t try to find me.’
No one saw her go. She drove to the airport, and managed to get a seat on a plane to Athens, and from there to London.
She had sworn that she would never go back.
And I can’t, Kate thought, a shudder crawling the length of her body. I can’t do it. It’s too degrading to have to face her. To see them together, knowing what I know.
But what real alternative did she have?
She couldn’t wait for years in limbo until Mick finally decided to let her go.
And, while his father lived, he had no real reason to end the marriage.
She had humiliated him by her precipitate departure, and she was being punished as a consequence. That was what it was all about. She had to be returned to the scene of her anguish—her betrayal—and made to endure all the memories and misery that it would evoke.
She burrowed into the quilt like a small wounded animal seeking sanctuary, her mind rejecting the images forcing themselves relentlessly on her inner vision.
Oh, how could he do this? How dared he simply—appear in her life again and start making demands?
Because he’s without shame, she told herself, bitterly. And without decency. He’s rich enough to do without them.
But I’m not. And somehow I have to find my way through this, and keep my own integrity in the process. And lying here with my eyes shut isn’t going to change a thing.
She sat up slowly, pushing her still-damp hair back from her face with a slight shiver.
Meanwhile she had a job to do tomorrow, and preparations to make for that. Normal life was there to be got on with, even if the safe wall she’d thought she’d built around herself had suddenly come crashing down.
She trailed back into the living room, and switched on her hair-drier, staring unseeingly into space as she dealt with the tangled red waves, restoring them to some kind of order.
As, in the fullness of time, she would restore her life. Find a new calm—a new security.
There had never been any safety with Mick, of course. He’d appeared on her horizon like some great dark planet, and she’d been the moon drawn helplessly into his orbit. And by the time she’d realised the danger she was in, it was already too late.
But from the first time she’d seen him, she’d been in too deep, out of her depth and sinking.
As the drier hummed, Kate let her tired mind drift back over the months to where it had all begun…
‘Oh, come on, Katie, don’t let me down. It’ll be a laugh.’ Lisa’s tone was cajoling. ‘After all, when do we get a chance to get inside a hotel like the Zycos Regina? Don’t you want to see how the other half live? Besides, I really need you to make up the foursome.’
Kate bit her lip. It had been a long season on the Greek island of Zycos, and, although on the whole she’d enjoyed being a tour rep for Halcyon Club Travel, she felt bone-weary now that it was over.
All she wanted to do that evening was complete her packing for the following day’s flight, have a hot shower, and an early night. But Lisa, the fellow rep with whom she’d shared a small apartment all summer, wanted a night on the town.
She said cautiously, ‘Who did you say was going?’
‘His name’s Stavros,’ Lisa said. ‘And he’s the disc jockey at the Nite Spot down on the waterfront.’
‘Oh,’ Kate said. ‘That place.’
Lisa tossed her head. ‘You’re such a snob,’ she accused.
Kate sighed. ‘Not at all. It just hasn’t got a very good reputation, and you know it. It’s always being raided.’
‘Well, we’re not taking clients there,’ Lisa said. ‘And Stavros just plays the music. He’s gorgeous.’ She rolled her eyes lasciviously. ‘The other guy’s his cousin Dimitris from Athens.’
Kate began, ‘I don’t think…’ but Lisa cut across her.
‘Oh, come on, Katie. Let your hair down for once. It’s an evening out, not a lifetime commitment, for God’s sake. And we’ll be out of here tomorrow.’
Well that was true, Kate acknowledged. It was just one evening, and she could always invent a diplomatic headache if things got heavy.
Besides, if she was honest, she’d always had a sneaking curiosity about the Zycos Regina, the largest but also most exclusive hotel on the island, and set in its own private grounds well away from the lively coastal resorts favoured by the majority of tourists.
She knew that it was part of a chain of equally prestigious hotels dotted round the Mediterranean, their standards of luxury and service putting them out of the reach of the package tour market.
It might be fun, she thought, not just to see how the other half lived, but join them too for a brief while.
She smiled at Lisa. ‘All right,’ she said. ‘You talked me into it.’
She chose carefully from her limited wardrobe that evening, opting for a black linen shift, knee-length, sleeveless and discreetly square necked. Lisa, blonde and bubbly, favoured the outrageous look out of uniform, and would be wearing something skimpy and cut-off, but Kate felt that restraint was her best bet.
For that reason, she twisted her hair into its usual tidy
