Seton’s eyes had already moved on, but he looked back at the item. Even before he spoke she somehow knew what he was going to say. The premonition was so strong that she felt no surprise when he said, ‘Some foreign name. Oh, yes, here it is. Rick Ravena.’
He went on to say something else but Lucie didn’t hear him; time seemed to have stopped. It was the only name in all the world that she had hoped never to hear again, the name of the man who had ruined her life, whose vindictiveness had sent her to prison for something she hadn’t done.
CHAPTER TWO
LUCIE went on automatically pouring the orange juice, but her hand was shaking now and she slopped some onto the table. Quickly she got up to get a cloth, turned her back on Seton so that he couldn’t see her face.
He glanced at his watch. ‘We’d better get a move on; remember, we’re booked for a game of tennis at the club before we pick up Sam from my parents.’
Lucie desperately wanted to be alone, to try and come to terms with this terrible news. She thought about saying that she didn’t feel up to playing tennis, but knew that Seton would insist on staying with her if she felt unwell. So perhaps it would be better to go; at least they would be among other people, so that Seton’s attention would be distracted from her. They were so close that she was very afraid that he would notice there was something wrong.
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