‘Yes.’ She could only manage a croak, before the tears came. She valiantly tried to control her sobs. ‘Happy Christmas, Dad.’
‘Oh, Lisa, love,’ he repeated, and this time there was joy in his voice. ‘Happy Christmas to you too.’
Twenty minutes later she put the phone down with a slightly shaking hand. To her amazement, she’d agreed to fly over to Spain, in less than three weeks. Her father had wanted to jump on a plane the very next day to come and see her, but she’d been firm. She needed time to prepare herself for their reunion, to make sure she was strong, that she had things straight in her own mind. Besides, she had other things to attend to before then.
She carefully snuffed out the candles, taking care not to let any hot wax drip on to the floor. She walked into the drawing room to check the French windows were closed. Her eyes raked along the dark outline of the beach, until they came to rest at Bruno’s house. There was a light on and she wondered if he was still up, or if it was just left on for security.
She turned and left the room, walking back across the hall to the telephone. She picked it up and dialled a number hastily, before she could change her mind.
He answered after the third ring.
‘There is absolutely no way,’ she said firmly, ‘that I can wait until New Year’s Eve. I’ll meet you on the beach in ten minutes.’
Table of Contents
Cover
About the Author
Title page
Copyright page
Love on the Rocks
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