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Chapter 2

When she came downstairs he'd laid out some lunch for them both on the big table overlooking the pool. It was pleasantly cool under the vine-covered loggia and he watched her surreptitiously as she tucked into local ham and cheese with fresh crusty bread, all washed down with a cold glass of white Rioja. She'd changed into shorts and a strappy top, which gave him a birds-eye view of her ample cleavage as she leaned over her plate. He shuffled about in his seat, aware of distinct stirrings in the groin and tried to concentrate on the conversation to distract himself.

They made small talk for a while, both pointedly avoiding the obvious question – why was she really there? A companionable silence fell interruptedly only by the buzzing of cicadas, the rustle of the leaves stirring in the gentle breeze and the occasional lizard skittering about on the stone flagged floor. She looked over at him, sunglasses resting elegantly on the top of her head.

"OK if I have a swim? That pool looks so tempting."

Oh Lord, she'll be wearing a bikini, he thought, smiling down at her as he moved to clear the plates away.

"Nina, you don't have to ask. Make yourself at home, eh?"

When she emerged from the house a few minutes later she almost took his breath away. For a woman in her forties with two kids she still had a great body, possibly even better than when he'd first known her over twenty years ago. He liked the fact that she'd filled out a bit if he was honest, and those tits …He shifted uncomfortably on his chair as he watched her making her way slowly down the steps into the pool, aware of the increasing tightness of his trousers. A dip in some cold water was probably just what he needed right now.

"I'll join you in a minute, just going to get changed."

Up in his room he shed his clothing and stepped into a pair of swim shorts, thinking about anything other than her until he decided it was safe to go downstairs again. She watched him stroll towards her as she trod water, her eyes raking over his body, afraid her mouth might actually drop open in mute appreciation. After a summer in the Majorcan sun he was nicely tanned and a daily swim had left him trimmer around the waist than the last time they'd met. Her gaze travelled slowly down over the broad shoulders and smooth chest and then quickly dropped to the long legs in a vain attempt to avoid dwelling on the groin. She knew only too well what was hidden in those shorts, and all at once she was assaulted by memories of the two of them rolling about on cool cotton sheets, her fingernails digging into his backside as she begged and cajoled, needing him harder, faster …

She was suddenly overwhelmed with desire and swam away to try and collect herself, not daring to look at him. Had she but known it, similar thoughts were running through his head as he ploughed up and down the pool trying not to think about the feel of her soft skin under his fingertips, the sweet scent of her hair as he buried his face in it, the sight of her on her knees, her luscious lips wrapped round his … God, he had to stop thinking like that or he'd be in the damned pool all night.

He made pasta for dinner and they ate it outside, chatting about this and that, the elephant in the room looming large but still not being mentioned. The tension between them was palpable and the air almost crackled if they came within touching distance of each other, the accidental brush of a hand sending something akin to an electric shock through both of them. Eventually she could stand it no longer, yawning and stretching.

"It's no good, I can't keep my eyes open any longer. Sorry to be so boring and thanks for a lovely day."

Not daring to kiss him goodnight she got to her feet and started to head indoors when his voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Don't you think its time you told me why you're really here?"

She turned back to him with a sigh, meeting his shrewd gaze.

"I've finally left him, Quinn. Once and for all. No going back …"

His heart leapt and began to pound in his chest as he watched her make her way slowly upstairs.