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the inside, of course—it was nothing like that. Sometimes she felt as if her marriage was as illusory as the many successful advertising campaigns which Gabe’s company had produced. Those ones which depicted the perfect family everyone lusted after with the artfully messy table with Mum and Dad and two children sitting around it, giggling.

      Yet everyone at Zeitgeist knew that the model father in the advert was probably gay and that the model mum’s supposedly natural beauty was enhanced by hair extensions and breast implants.

      No, nothing was ever as it seemed.

      Nothing.

      Gabe was still Gabe. Compelling, charismatic but ultimately as distant as a lone island viewed from the shoreline. And she realised that was the way he liked it. The way he wanted to keep it. They weren’t growing closer, she realised. If anything, they were drifting further apart.

      One evening, they arrived back at the apartment after an early dinner out and Gabe went straight to their bedroom to change. Minutes later he reappeared in jeans and a T-shirt, with his face looking like thunder.

      ‘What the hell has been going on?’ he demanded. ‘Have we been burgled?’

      Leila walked over to where he stood, looking at the room behind him with a sinking heart. He had left early for a meeting this morning and somehow she’d slept through the alarm and had woken up really late. Which meant that she had left home in a rush, and it showed—particularly as today was the cleaner’s day off.

      Automatically, she moved forward and started to pick up some of the discarded clothes which lay like confetti all over the floor. A pair of knickers were lying on his laptop. ‘I overslept,’ she said, hastily grabbing them from the shiny surface. ‘Sorry.’

      Her words did nothing to wipe the dark expression from his face, for tonight he seemed to be on some kind of mission to get at her. ‘But it isn’t just when you oversleep, is it, Leila?’ he demanded. ‘It’s every damned day. I keep finding used coffee cups around the place and apple cores which you forget to throw away. Did nobody ever teach you to tidy up after yourself, or were there always servants scurrying around to pick up after you?’

      Leila flinched at the cold accusation ringing from his voice, but how could she possibly justify her general untidiness when his words were true?

      ‘I did have servants, yes.’

      ‘Well, you don’t have servants now, and I value my privacy far too much to want any staff moving in—not even when the baby’s born. So if we’re to carry on living like this, then you’re really going to have to learn to start being more tidy.’

      The words leapt out at her like sparks from a spitting fire.

      If we’re to carry on living like this.

      Biting her lip, she turned away, but Gabe caught hold of her arm and pulled her against him.

      ‘I’m sorry.’

      ‘It doesn’t matter.’

      ‘It does. That came out too harshly. Sometimes I just...snap,’ he said, his head lowering as he made to brush his lips over hers.

      But Leila pushed him away. He thought that making love could cure everything—and usually it did. It was always easy to let him kiss her, because his kisses were so amazing that she always succumbed to them immediately. And when she was in his arms he didn’t feel quite so remote. When he was deep inside her body, she could allow herself to pretend that everything was just perfect. Yet surely that was like just papering over a widening crack in the wall, instead of addressing the real problem beneath.

      Sometimes she felt as if she was being a coward. A coward who was too scared to come out and ask him whether he wanted her out of his life. Too scared that he might say yes.

      She went into the bathroom and showered, and when she emerged in a cotton dress which was beginning to feel snug against her expanding waist, it was to find him sipping at a cup of espresso.

      He looked up as she entered the room, and suddenly his grey eyes were cool and assessing.

      ‘I have a deal coming up which means that I need to go to the States,’ he said. ‘Will you be okay here on your own?’

      ‘Of course,’ she said brightly, but, coming in the wake of their recent spat, his words sounded ominous.

      She walked over to the fridge and poured herself a glass of fizzy water, exaggeratedly wiping the few spilt drops from the work surface before going to perch on one of the bar stools.

      ‘How long will you be gone?’ she asked.

      ‘Only a few days.’

      Gabe saw the tremble of her lips, which she couldn’t quite disguise, and suddenly the coffee in his mouth seemed to taste sour. Yet he knew exactly what he was doing. He was insightful enough to know that he was pushing her away, but astute enough to know that he could offer her no other option. Because the thought of getting close to her was making him feel stuff. And that was something he didn’t do.

      He put down his coffee cup with more force than he intended.

      If only it could be different.

      His mouth hardened as he stared into the bright blue of her eyes.

      It could never be different.

      That night they lay on opposite sides of the bed, the heavy silence indicating that neither was asleep, though neither of them spoke. His sleep was fractured, his disturbing dreams forgotten on waking—leaving him with a heavy headache which he couldn’t seem to shift.

      He was just sliding his cell phone into his jacket pocket when he walked into the sitting room to find Leila looking at his passport, which he’d left lying on the table.

      ‘That’s a very sombre photo,’ she commented.

      ‘You aren’t supposed to smile in passport photos.’

      Leila found herself thinking that he wouldn’t have much of a problem with that. That unless the situation demanded it, his natural demeanour was unsmiling. Those chiselled cheekbones and cold eyes lent themselves perfectly to an implacable facade.

      She glanced down at his birth date and her heart gave a funny little twist as she glanced back up at him. ‘Will you phone me?’

      ‘Of course.’ He took the passport from her and brushed his mouth over hers in a brief farewell kiss. ‘And I’ll be back on Sunday. Keep safe.’

      But after he’d gone, all the energy seemed to drain from her. Leila sat down on the sofa and stared into space, her heart thumping like someone who had just run up an entire flight of stairs without stopping. The date on his passport was March fifteenth—the Ides of March. She knew that date. Of course she did. Wasn’t it etched firmly in her mind as heralding the biggest change in her life?

      She shook her head, telling herself not to be so stupid. It was a coincidence. Of course it was.

      Over the next few days, she was grateful to be able to lose herself in the distraction of work—glad that its busy structure gave her little time to dwell on the uncomfortable thoughts which were building like storm clouds in her mind. Alastair McDavid announced that Zeitgeist had just landed a big contract to advertise a nationwide chain of luxury hotels and spas. And since spa clientele consisted mainly of women, it was in everyone’s interest to use a female photographer.

      ‘And we’d like to use you, Leila,’ he told her with a smile.

      Leila was determined not to let him down and the excitement of planning her first solo assignment was almost enough to quell the disquiet which was still niggling away inside her. Almost, but not quite.

      Sunday arrived and Gabe texted to say that he was just about to catch his plane. She wished she was in a position to collect him from the airport, but she still hadn’t learnt to drive. She had allowed her husband and his chauffeur to ferry her everywhere. It had been all too easy to lean on Gabe—and if she wasn’t careful

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