Follow a Stranger

She glared at him. “Well, you’ve got what you wanted.

Now go away!”

He flipped his eyebrow. “Have I?” he retorted

mockingly.

“Do you know what I want, I wonder?”

She did not stop to examine this question too closely, but

replied to it as though it were quite straightforward. “You

wanted us to come to Kianthos. We’re coming. You always

get what you want, I suppose?”

He grinned, his hands in his pockets lazily. “Quite often. I

am taking the night flight to Greece, but I will see you at

Kianthos in two weeks. Give my regards to Sam.” He smiled

again and left.

Kate walked restlessly round the familiar room, feeling

most unfamiliar to herself.

It was ridiculous to be so nervous about a fort night’s

holiday. She loved Peter, didn’t she? Of course she did. So

why should she be anxious about spending time with Marc

Lillitos?

I’m behaving irrationally, she told herself crossly The

truth is that I’ve been influenced by the aura of glamour

which surrounds him. He’s rich, good-looking, charming, and

I’ve never met anyone like him before. But those are surface

things. Underneath I’m still the same person. I still feel as I

always did about Peter.

She halted, staring out of the window. A blackbird was

singing his evening challenge from the top of the garden

shed The lilac trees were already showing fat green buds. It

would soon be full spring. Daffodils were breaking out of

their sheaths into frilly yellow under the hedge and there