âUnfinished business never goes away.â
âYou never really discussed your past with me all those years ago, did you?â murmured Dominic.
Katherine met his eyes steadily and said with utter truthfulness, âWhen I met you, I had no past and no future.â
âTell me,â Dominic said, and there was a latent urgency in his voice that unsettled her.
âTell you what?â
âTell me what youâre hiding.â
She lowered her eyes. She could feel the fine prickle of perspiration. Tell him? she thought. The truth? The long, involved truth that had cost her so dear?
SUMMER had arrived. Katherine Lewis sat upright on the grass in Regentâs Park and felt with a sort of desperate anger the tentative rays of warmth hit her skin. The least the weather could have done on this day of all days was to oblige with grey skies and rain. For the past six glorious months it had rained constantly, a never-ending drizzle that seemed to have no beginning and no end.
Everything, though, had a beginning and an end. It was the nature of things.
She shielded her eyes from the glare of the sun and, in that passing moment, she seemed to see everything; she seemed to see her entire life flash in front of her eyes, every detail of it.
Twenty years living at home with her mother in a cramped, unimaginative little terraced house in the middle of a cramped, unimaginative little terraced street in the heart of London, an existence of trying hard not to let the complaining and never-ending criticism wear her into the ground while she ploughed on with her studies and dreamed of the day when she would be free.
Well, she had at last tasted her freedom, hadnât she? It hadnât come when her mother had died, all that time ago, quietly over a cup of tea in the small unattractive sitting-room, with the television on. No, that had just been release from a sort of slavery.
Freedom had come only in the past six months.
She closed her eyes briefly and remembered, as though it was yesterday, the first time she had laid eyes on Dominic Duvall. She had stepped into that crowded room, dressed in Emmaâs daring clothes, with her hair in a daring style and her heart beating with terror at this new person which she had created for herself, and she had seen him standing across the room from her, tall, dark, commanding, one hand raised as he brought his glass to his lips, his other hand in his trouser pocket. Their eyes had met for a few seconds over the crowd and she had smiled and blushed and trembled in her skimpy outfit which had felt so peculiar because she had never worn anything like it in her life before.
Afterwards, he had told her that it had been the sexiest smile that he had ever seen on a womanâs lips.
She lay back on the grass with her hands clasped behind her head and stared up at the sky. It was a hard blue colour. No clouds. The sort of perfect summer day which seemed designed to remind the British public at large that there was more to the weather than rain and wind.
Dominic would be here any minute.
She had decided to come ahead of him because she had a vague idea that being able to watch him approach in the distance would give her the time she needed to get herself together and do what she had to do.
She had also chosen the spot carefully, describing to him how to find her. Regentâs Park, for some reason, was the one place they had not visited, and she felt that she needed to talk to him somewhere that held no memories for her.
Memories, she realised now, with a sadness that seemed to fill every pore of her body until it obliterated every other emotion, had no respect for time or place. She lay there frowning and trying to think how she would phrase what she had to say to him, and all she could think of was the way he made her feel.
Every word he had uttered to her had been a revelation, every smile a new world opening, a world which she had never even known existed.
As she walked on that tightrope which she had created for herself, he had reached out his hand, and for a while she could fly. The desperate game which had started out six months ago, a game which she knew had to be played before she lost the opportunity forever, had ended with more than she had ever bargained for.
All those people, she thought, sitting up, who said that it was better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, were fools.
She squinted against the sun and saw him approaching in the distance and she felt that familiar wild leap of her senses.