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to the beach now?’ Mark begged.

      ‘Later, when the water’s had a chance to warm up a bit,’ she told him. ‘You’ve just recovered from a cold.’

      ‘And we should go out and buy some food first,’ Justin said.

      Going around the local supermarket gave her another glimpse of his many facets. Not only could he cook but he also knew what to buy.

      He had good legs too, she thought distractedly.

      After filling the trolley Justin stopped by the wine shelves. ‘White or red?’

      ‘White, please,’ she said.

      ‘Can we go to the beach now?’ Mark asked plaintively as they drove home. ‘It’s ever so hot.’

      ‘We could make some sandwiches and take them with us,’ Evie said.

      They agreed on that, packing up a picnic basket before setting off.

      The road from the cottage to the beach was strewn with large rocks that had to be negotiated on foot. At the far end the sand spread out into an area of pure gold, stretching away to the sea. It was a small area, flanked on two sides by more rocks, which made it almost like a private beach.

      Other holiday makers had been known to brave the rocks for a while, but the trouble of having to climb back over them to get an ice cream was a deterrent. Today they had the place to themselves.

      Evie had changed, putting on her swimsuit beneath her clothes. She was a little troubled by that swimsuit. It was a bikini, chosen with Andrew in mind, and ideally she would not have worn it now. But she hadn’t thought of it until too late.

      Well, it might be worse, she told herself. As bikinis go it’s fairly modest. Even the top is respectable, and I haven’t got much to display anyway. First time I’ve ever been glad of that.

      They tucked into sandwiches and orange squash, but Mark ate very little.

      ‘You need more than that,’ Evie protested.

      ‘Nope,’ he said, shaking his head firmly. ‘’Cos otherwise you’ll say I mustn’t go swimming after a big meal. So I’ve only eaten a little meal, and I’m going now.’

      Before they could stop him he jumped to his feet and shot away across the sands to plunge into the sea.

      ‘Let’s go,’ Justin said, pulling off his clothes and haring after his son.

      Now there was no time to worry about revealing too much. Evie tore off her own clothes and sped after them, rejoicing in the wind whipping past her, the sun on her bare skin, and then the glorious moment of diving in.

      She came up, looking around, then saw the two of them preparing to scoop up water and douse her with spray. She screamed and backed away, trying to fend them off. But they splashed her without mercy until she had to sink right under the surface to escape them.

      ‘I give in, I give in,’ she cried at last as they roared with laughter.

      They splashed around together for a while, with Evie keeping in the background so that father and son could be together. At last Mark declared he was hungry.

      ‘Come and finish your lunch,’ Evie said.

      ‘OK.’

      ‘I’ll have a longer swim first,’ Justin said, and turned to head out to sea.

      Back at base Evie and Mark dried themselves off and settled down on large towels.

      ‘I’m ever so glad we came,’ Mark confided. ‘So’s Dad.’

      ‘Did he tell you that?’

      He shook his head, spraying crumbs.

      ‘Dad doesn’t say things like that,’ he said, when he could speak again. ‘But he’s cheerful. ‘Spect it’s ‘cos of you.’

      ‘No, it’s ‘cos of you,’ she said. ‘He likes being with you. But I’m glad he’s cheerful. He’s much nicer to be around when you can get a smile out of him.’

      ‘Yes,’ Mark said with feeling.

      She looked out to sea. ‘Where’s he gone?’

      Mark produced binoculars from his bag. ‘There,’ he said, handing them to her. ‘He’s a long way out.’

      After a moment she saw Justin’s dark head and the movements of his muscular arms, pounding through the waves. As she watched, he turned back towards the rocks where they stretched out into the sea. Reaching them, he hauled himself up and stood for a moment, his wet body gleaming in the sun. Then he dived back in, swam in a wide circle and climbed back on to the rocks.

      He stood there long enough for Evie to study him and realise how conventional clothes failed to do him justice. She had known that he was tall, broad-shouldered and long-limbed, but, seeing him almost naked, she suddenly understood many things. His air of walking through the world like a prince was not based on his wealth, but on the proud angle at which he carried his head.

      There was the shape of his body, lean and taut, not an ounce of fat, despite his muscular build. He might have been an athlete, or a man doing heavy manual labour. But a silk-suited tycoon flying the world and making deals—that wouldn’t have occurred to her.

      ‘Evie!’ Mark touched her arm.

      With a start she came back to reality, lowering the binoculars.

      ‘Sorry—what?’

      ‘I kept calling and calling you, and you didn’t hear.’

      ‘I got distracted by the scenery,’ she said vaguely.

      ‘I’ve poured you some more orange juice.’

      She tried to concentrate on the snack, but the sun had dazzled her and she couldn’t blot it out, even with her eyes closed. He was there behind her eyelids, diving in and out of the glare, his body shining in the spray.

      When she opened her eyes again she saw him walking up the beach.

      ‘That’s better,’ he said, dropping down beside them. ‘I’ve been too long without exercise.’

      ‘Somehow I pictured you working out in the gym,’ she said.

      ‘In theory I do, but the work piles up and it’s always tomorrow.’

      ‘Domani, domani, sempre domani!’ she declaimed, with a knowing look at Mark.

      Justin stared from one to the other.

      ‘Tomorrow, tomorrow, always tomorrow,’ Mark translated.

      ‘There, I told you he was one of my best pupils,’ Evie said triumphantly.

      Mark got to his feet. ‘I’m going to explore.’

      ‘Don’t go too far,’ Justin said quickly.

      ‘Promise.’ Mark sped off before he could be asked for any further promises.

      ‘I’ve never seen him have such a good time,’ Justin said, watching the slight figure scampering away. ‘Thank you.’

      ‘Didn’t you two ever go on seaside holidays before?’

      ‘We went away while his mother was alive, but it was always somewhere like Disneyland. That’s what kids seem to want these days, but this—’ He made a gesture indicating their surroundings. ‘He’s happy.’

      ‘Did your family ever take you to the seaside when you were a child?’

      She wondered if he had heard her, because he stared straight ahead without answering. At last she realised that he had simply blanked out the question.

      If she knew the reason for that, she mused, she might understand more about Mark’s inner turmoil.

      ‘Whatever is he doing now?’

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