‘What do you want to do?’ Ken asked. ‘You’ve paid for the whole day, and there’s two hours left, so we don’t have to go back before then.’
It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him to head out to sea for a long as possible. But she mastered the impulse and said in a resigned voice, ‘No, let’s go back now. I’ve got to face him sooner or later.’
‘Why have you got to face him?’ Fiona asked indignantly. ‘This is the twenty-first century. A woman doesn’t have to put up with an abusive man.’
‘But he isn’t abusive.’ Celia sighed. ‘He’s gentle and loving and protective. He wants to shield me from every wind that blows.’
‘Oh, Lord!’ Fiona said in sympathy. As they neared land she said, ‘I can see his face now. He doesn’t look loving and protective. He looks mad as hell.’
‘Good!’ Celia said. ‘Then can I be as mad as hell and throw something at him?’
‘What would you do about aiming?’ Fiona wanted to know.
‘I wouldn’t need to,’ Celia said despairingly. ‘If he saw me lifting a heavy vase he’d get in front of me and let it hit him. Ooooh, what am I going to do with a man like that?’
‘Leave him,’ Fiona said at once. ‘Or you won’t survive.’
‘I know, I know, but it’s so drastic.’
‘Yes, but I know what it’s like. I broke my leg once, and my boyfriend drove me crazy fussing round me—do this, don’t do that, let me get this for you, don’t strain yourself. In the end I thumped him with my crutch. It was the only way.’
‘What happened to him?’ Celia asked, fascinated.
‘Don’t know. I never saw him again.’
Celia laughed, but the laughter soon faded and she leaned on the rail, her head bent down in the direction of the water that she could hear foaming beneath.
When they reached their destination Francesco was the first on board, coming straight to her and taking her hand.
‘I’ll take you ashore,’ he said. ‘And we’ll go home.’
‘No, thank you,’ she replied firmly. ‘As part of my day out I get a meal with the crew. And I’m hungry.’
‘I’ll get you a meal on the way home,’ he persisted.
His hands were on her arms, urging her so firmly that her anger began to grow.
‘Let go of me, Francesco,’ she said in a low voice.
‘I only want to guide you—’
‘So you say. But you’re that close to dragging me. Please let go, because I’m going to eat here.’
‘If it makes it any easier we’ll give you a refund for that part of the fee,’ Ken offered.
It actually made things harder for her, by cutting the ground out from under her feet, making her sound childishly stubborn for the sake of it. But he meant well, so she smiled and yielded.
She was forced to let Francesco help her off the boat and escort her towards the changing rooms. But she knew he was waiting for her outside. She must face him. And then what?
She knew him so well. She could feel his moods tearing apart the darkness around her, and could sense that behind his courteous charm he was in a furious temper that he was determined to conceal. She, too, was in a temper, but less sure about the virtue of concealing it.
Celia said her goodbyes and thanked Ken for a wonderful day.
‘And I don’t want a refund,’ she said. ‘I had a great time.’
‘Er—actually, I’ve already given the refund to your friend.’
‘What? I never said I was going to agree.’
‘He thought he was doing what would please you,’ Ken said placatingly.
‘You mean, he took it for granted that he knew best,’ Celia snapped. ‘How much did you give him?’
He told her, and she immediately plunged into her bag and produced the amount.
‘I do not want a refund,’ she said.
‘Celia, c’mon—’
‘Take it!’
One look at her set face was enough to make him accept the notes.
‘Good,’ she said. ‘Now, where’s the driver I hired for the day? He should be here to take me home.’
‘I’m here,’ said the voice of a middle-aged man beside her. ‘But there’s a feller over there keeps trying to make me go away. He says he’ll drive you. But I can’t just go off unless you say so. What should I do?’
For a moment she was on the verge of getting into the car and leaving Francesco standing there, looking foolish. But the impulse died. This wasn’t the time nor the place for the coming battle.
‘Tell him you’ll do what he wants,’ she said. ‘But only in return for a huge tip.’
‘How huge?’
‘Take him for all you can,’ she said crossly.
‘Yes, ma’am!’
‘Remind me never to get on your wrong side,’ Ken said with feeling.
She laughed reluctantly. ‘Yes, I’m told I scare strong men.’
‘I believe it. But here’s Fiona with Wicksy. He isn’t scared of you.’
Her guide dog came forward, relieved at recovering her after an absence of several hours. For a few moments they nuzzled each other.
‘Sorry to leave you alone, my darling,’ she murmured. ‘I couldn’t take you onto the boat—’
‘I think he’d have jumped into the water after you,’ Ken said.
‘Yes, he would,’ he said fondly.
‘Are you ready?’ That was Francesco’s voice. ‘I’m driving you home.’
‘What about the driver I hired?’ Celia asked, contriving to sound innocent.
‘I persuaded him to go.’
‘You had no right to do that.’
‘Then no doubt you’ll be pleased to know that he exacted a hefty price,’ Francesco said grimly.
‘Really? Shocking!’
‘And don’t try to sound surprised, because I saw him talking to you, and it wouldn’t surprise me to learn that you put him up to that bit of blackmail.’
‘Who? Me?’
‘Here’s the car. In you go, boy.’
When Wicksy was safely installed on the backseat Celia got into the front, immediately feeling his cold nose against her neck—his way of reminding her that he was still here. She put her hand behind her to touch him, silently saying, Message received, and after that they were both able to relax.
She needed all Wicksy’s calming influence to silence her inner rage at what Francesco had done. It was a long drive home, and she didn’t want to fight in the car.
At first it seemed he didn’t want to, either, but after a while he said through gritted teeth, ‘How could you? How could you do it?’
‘I did it because I had to. Because I wanted to find out if I could.’
‘And now you know. Is anything better?’
‘It