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Elements of Chance. Barbara Wilkins
Читать онлайн.Название Elements of Chance
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isbn 9780008258030
Автор произведения Barbara Wilkins
Жанр Зарубежные детективы
Издательство HarperCollins
Instead, she had seen him the next morning at breakfast, along with all the other guests. Victor’s eyes had been bright, solicitous, as he asked if she had slept well, hoped that she had been comfortable. He always seemed to want something from her. But whatever it was, he didn’t seem to want her. Valerie put a finger to her chin where Victor had touched her after her concert at the Royal Albert Hall the night they met. Other than taking her elbow to help her into the car, or up a stairway, or to shake hands with her when he said good night at the front door of Lady Anne’s house, he had never touched her again.
Several times, Victor was waiting for her when she got out of the conservatory at noon, and they went off for lunch, chatting, laughing, and flirting. Coming home at night after attending some performance or other, and the supper that invariably followed, Valerie would sit next to Victor in the car, willing him to touch her, take her in his arms, kiss her. Anything.
When Maria came home, triumphant, from her American tour, Valerie talked with her about Victor for hours.
“He is playing games with you,” Maria pronounced. “He is like a cat, waiting for the right time to pounce on the mouse.”
Maria’s words consoled her for a while.
A quiet knock on her bedroom door brought Valerie back to the present.
“Valerie?” called Lady Anne.
“Come in, Your Ladyship,” she said.
“Victor rang up this morning, dear,” Lady Anne said as she crossed the room. “He has to run over to Paris to look at some tapestries he’s thinking of buying. He thought it might amuse you to go along, but, of course, he wanted my permission before he asked you.”
Paris with Victor Penn. Valerie jumped up excitedly. “Would it be all right, Your Ladyship? Please? May I go?”
“Well, it’s just for the day. You would leave in the morning, see a bit of the city. Victor can look at whatever he’s thinking of buying. Then, dinner and home.” She paused for a moment, and then asked, “Do you think Victor is courting you, dear?”
“I don’t know,” said Valerie, shaking her head. “Oh, Lady Anne, I’ve never dated anyone but Julian.… I feel so confused.…”
“Well, how do you feel about Victor?”
“I’m not sure,” Valerie answered. “I can’t figure out what he wants with me.”
A few days later, Valerie sat on the Penn International jet at Heathrow. Victor sat at a round oak table, going over some papers with Brian Graham, his secretary. As the jet’s engines revved the instant before takeoff, sending a vibration of power through the cabin of the plane, Victor glanced over at her and smiled. He was so attractive, Valerie thought, clutching the arms of her seat. She smiled back at him. And, oh, he made her feel so good. But why me? That was finally it, she decided. The unanswered question that kept everything from falling into place.
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