The Mediterranean Rebel's Bride. Lucy Gordon
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did you say?’
‘I said it’s time to go to bed.’
Hope appeared, looking anxious. ‘What’s happened?’
‘Ruggiero has told me he wants to go to bed,’ Polly informed her.
‘Did I?’ he asked.
‘Yes,’ she said firmly. ‘You did.’
He didn’t argue, but gave the shrug of a man yielding to superior forces and rose slowly to his feet. Then he swayed, and was forced to rest an arm quickly on Polly’s shoulder. She heard him mutter something that she didn’t understand, but she guessed it was impolite. Hope gave a signal, and at once Ruggiero’s brothers appeared, taking charge of him.
‘I’ll come and see you when you’re in bed,’ Polly told him.
He groaned. ‘Look, I don’t think—’
‘I didn’t ask what you thought,’ she told him quietly. ‘I said that’s what I’m going to do. Please don’t argue with me. It’s a waste of time.’
The young men wore broad grins, and the braver among them cheered. Then they caught their mother’s eye, and hastily escorted their injured brother to bed.
CHAPTER THREE
POLLY gave them fifteen minutes before entering Ruggiero’s room, where he lay in bed, now dressed in dark brown silk pyjamas. Hope sat beside him.
‘That headache’s pretty terrible, isn’t it?’ Polly asked sympathetically.
‘You could say that,’ he said in a painful whisper.
‘This will make it better and give you some sleep.’ She opened one hand, showing him a couple of pills, and held up a glass of water in the other.
This time he didn’t argue, but struggled up and swallowed the pills, and lay back at once, eyes closed.
‘He’ll be better in the morning,’ Polly assured Hope. ‘Why don’t you go back to your guests?’
‘I don’t like to leave him alone.’
‘Don’t worry—he won’t be alone,’ Polly said. ‘I’m staying here.’
‘Are you sure that—?’
Hope checked herself suddenly, and a strange look came over her face. Her children could have told her that it meant Mamma was hatching a plot, but Polly, seeing it for the first time, was merely puzzled.
‘Of course you’re right,’ Hope said. ‘I know he’s safe with you.’
She gave Polly a peck on the cheek and hurried out. Polly turned out all the lights except one small lamp, and went to the window. From there she could see light as the guests spilled out into the garden. Luckily the double glazing deadened the sound, although she doubted if he would have heard anything for a while even without that.
He stirred, groaning softly, and she returned to the bed.
‘It’s all right,’ she said. ‘I’m here. Let it go.’
She could hardly have said what she meant by those words, but he seemed to understand them at once and became quiet. She drew up a chair and sat close to the bed, leaning forward to whisper, ‘Let it go. There’ll be time later. But for now—let her go.’
He gave no sign of hearing, so she couldn’t tell if he’d heard the subtle change she’d made in the words.
One by one Ruggiero’s family looked in. Sometimes they spoke to her in whispers; sometimes they merely smiled. Hope opened the door quietly and stood watching Polly by the bed, her eyes fixed on Ruggiero. She waited a long time for Polly to move, then smiled, nodded to herself, and backed out, unseen.
A few minutes later Evie wheeled in a small trolley, laden with party food, plus wine, mineral water, and a pot of tea. Polly drank the tea thankfully. Tonight looked like being a two-pot problem.
Ruggiero lay without moving and she sat beside him, relieved that he seemed calm at last. When she was sure he was resting properly she rose and crossed again to the window. It was now quiet enough for her to risk opening it and looking out to where the last of the guests were drifting into the cars that would take them away, waving goodbye to Hope and her husband Toni.
She was about to draw back when another car drew up. The driver got out and pulled a bag from the back seat, showing it to Hope, who made a gesture of satisfaction.
Then Polly stiffened and leaned out further, frowning as she recognised the bag as her own, and the truth dawned on her. Hope had sent someone to the hotel to bring her things here—and she’d done it without so much as a by-your-leave.
Toni glanced up, saw her, and nudged Hope, who also looked up. In the lamplight Polly saw her smile in a slightly guilty way, and shrug as if to say, What else could I do?
She drew back, closing the window, and a minute later Hope was there at the door, beckoning her into the corridor.
‘Don’t think badly of me,’ she begged, ‘but you are so good for Ruggiero I had to make sure he had you looking after him all the time.’
‘So you just hi-jacked me?’ Polly observed mildly.
‘We will make you very welcome here,’ Hope promised, avoiding a direct answer. ‘You’ll be paid, and of course your hotel bill has been taken care of. Please don’t be angry with me.’
Her manner was placating, but it was clear that Hope Rinucci had simply taken the shortest route to getting her own way. Polly was more amused than annoyed. For one thing, moving into the villa would be helpful for her mission.
Just down the corridor she heard a door open, and the chauffeur went into the room next to Ruggiero’s with her suitcase.
‘I think you’ll be comfortable here,’ Hope said, leading her inside. ‘You have only to ask for anything you want.’
After the cramped poverty of the hotel, the luxury of this room was a pleasant change. The double bed looked inviting, and there was extensive wardrobe space and a private bathroom. This was the home of a wealthy family. Ruggiero’s own bedroom, though severe and reflecting a masculine taste, was furnished with the finest of everything.
Polly took a quick moment to unpack her few clothes, then changed her party outfit for jeans and flat shoes. For her top she chose a plain white blouse that she hoped would make her look nurse-like. Then she returned to Ruggiero and prepared to settle down for the night.
Hope looked in one last time, and after that the lights went off and the house grew silent. Slowly the hours ticked away, and Polly’s eyelids began to droop. It had been a long day, filled with incident, and weariness was catching up with her.
Suddenly her body gave a little jerk and her eyes flew open. She breathed out hard and forced herself to wake up properly. Then she realised that Ruggiero was looking at her. She thought he was smiling faintly, but in the dark it was hard to be sure.
‘All right?’ he asked.
‘Was I asleep long?’
‘About ten minutes.’
‘I’m sorry.’
‘Don’t apologise. It’s nice to know I’m not the only one who finds things happening that weren’t planned.’
He hauled himself up painfully in the bed.
‘I think I ate something that disagreed with me—or drank something. Can you help me to the bathroom?’
He put an arm around her shoulder and she steadied him as far as the bathroom door, where he gingerly felt his ribs.
‘You may have been right,’ he conceded. ‘I’m not saying you were, but you might have been. I’ll manage from here.’
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