Romance of a Lifetime (3 page)

'I'm on holiday, Mr Craven,' she said dismissively. 'I have a lot to see and do, and too little tune to do it all in——'

'I'd enjoy being your guide,' he cut in smoothly. 'I know Verona very well.'

Beth didn't care if it was his second home, sighing her impatience. 'I don't wish for a guide. Thank you,' she added as a very late afterthought, instantly regretting having said it at all; she certainly had no reason to feel grateful to this man for anything.

She was further annoyed by the slight hint of triumph that had now appeared in his eyes, and she bristled angrily.

'Did you enjoy the opera last night?'

Beth wasn't fooled for a moment by this sudden change of subject. 'Mr Craven——'

'How could you not have enjoyed the opera?' he answered his own question. 'It was too visibly spectacular to have elicited any other response! Will you be attending
La Gioconda
tonight?'

The booking her mother had made for her had included
La Gioconda,
but after the experience of
Aida
the evening before she really didn't feel she could attend another opera quite so soon. Her mother had been right; it had been the experience of a lifetime, and it was not to be repeated so soon.

'I have no plans to do so.' Her voice was still stilted with resentment.

He nodded knowingly. 'It's too much, isn't it? Too intense a battering to the senses.'

It described how she felt exactly.

It was a pity, but she had a feeling that at any other time in her life she would have found Marcus Craven interesting company. If not exactly likeable, he was a man to talk to, and she knew instinctively that he was a learned man as well as an intelligent one.

The only problem was that at this moment in time she didn't feel like talking to any man on a more than cursory basis.

'It was enjoyable,' she conceded offhandedly.

'Why don't we discuss it further over a leisurely lunch?'

Beth gave an exasperated laugh, shaking her head disbelievingly. 'And before I made this trip I was warned that it was young Italian men who made nuisances of themselves with women!'

'I had an Italian grandmother,' he said with a shrug.

Which probably explained the familiarity with the language that she had noticed the previous evening. It probably also accounted for the darkness of his colouring.

But even so, she very much doubted he usually needed to use this bludgeoning approach with women!

'I don't believe that can be used as an excuse, Mr Graven,' she drawled drily.

'And I wasn't attempting to offer it as one,' he derided. 'On the contrary, I would be very honoured if I thought I had inherited even one tenth of Nonna's charm.'

Beth certainly wouldn't have described this man as any ordinary charmer; he was something else too elusive to explain.

But all Beth really needed to know about him was that he was a danger to her solitude. And at the moment she desired that above everything else.

'I really do hope you enjoy the rest of your holiday.' She was ultra-polite. 'But if you'll
excuse me I really do have a tot more to see before I leave.'

"Alone,' he said wryly.

'Exactly.' She nodded her satisfaction with that supposition.

'Well, you can't say I didn't offer.' He shrugged with a sigh.

'No,' she drawled. 'I certainly can't say that, can I?'

Unlike on the previous evening he didn't try to stop her departure, and Beth had given up any idea of looking further around the Capulet house. Besides, despite Marcus Craven's more agreeable behaviour today, she felt sure that if she continued to look around the house she would only keep 'bumping into' him!

Nevertheless, she couldn't resist glancing up at the balcony once more before leaving the courtyard completely, her steps faltering slightly at the off-guard expression she had surprised on Marcus Craven's face as he stood above watching her, but not quite seeming to see her; his eyes were narrowed to icy slits, his mouth a thin, uncompromising line.

It was an expression so unlike the relaxed charm he had shown her so far.

As if he had suddenly become aware of her scrutiny, that lazily smiling mask slipped back into place, and he lifted a hand in casual farewell as a smile continued to curve his lips.

But there would be no warmth in his eyes, Beth felt sure of that. Marcus Craven was obviously not a man who liked to be thwarted, and by resisting him she was doing exactly that.

She had been right to be wary Of him, she acknowledged with a shiver. Very wary.

'There has been a telephone call for you,
signora
.'

Beth took the key to her room, frowning her concern to the hotel receptionist; there were a limited number of people who knew exactly where she was!

'It was your mother, I believe,' the pretty young girl added, handing Beth the piece of paper with the exact message on it.

Beth's brow instantly cleared as she vaguely thanked the younger woman before turning away. Her mother had probably just telephoned to make sure she was actually still here and hadn't slipped off home without letting her know! Her mother simply refused to accept that she preferred her own company most of the time.

Nevertheless, she knew she would have to return the call.

'How's it all going, darling?'

Tears welled briefly in Beth's eyes at the affectionately familiar sound of her mother's voice so many miles away.

This was the second time in as many days she had been moved to tears. Which was ridiculous when she had refused to cry at all for months.

She blinked back the tears; it wouldn't do to let her mother know that for that brief moment she had felt homesick for her cheery smile and
comforting arms. Her mother would be on the first plane out here if she thought that were so, offering any cheery smile and
comforting arms. Her mother would be on the first plane out here if she thought that were so, offering any help she could.

'Fine, Mummy,' she answered in a controlled voice.

'And the opera,' her mother prompted eagerly. 'How was it?'

'The experience of a lifetime,' Beth acknowledged drily, willing to give her mother that satisfaction at least. The opera had been spectacular.

'God, I wish I could have been there with you,' her mother sighed, and Beth could easily visualise the disappointed frown on the still-beautiful face, her mother elegantly lovely, her features classical, her blonde hair drawn back in a neat coil, her small stature always neat and attractive in one of the smart business suits she chose to wear during the day. 'You can be so stubborn sometimes, Beth,' she added reprovingly.

She felt slightly guilty at being the one to deny her mother the opportunity of seeing
Aida,
but that guilt was eased a little by the knowledge that her mother had attended the Arena several years ago. But Beth hadn't wanted to come on this trip at all, certainly hadn't wanted company if she had to go, even that of her mother who she loved very much and knew understood her pain. She had found it very difficult to tell her mother that when she had offered to come with her, but she hadn't really been left with any other alternative.

'I wonder who I get that from?' she lightly teased, deliberately easing the situation.

'I can't imagine,' her mother returned drily. 'All I can say is I would rather be there with you than trying to push this latest deal through.'

Much as she knew her mother cared about her, Beth didn't believe that for a moment.

No one looking at her delicately made mother would have believed she was the high-powered businesswoman that she actually was. And yet Katherine Palmer was very successful indeed, a self-made woman who now owned a chain of exclusive boutiques worldwide. Beth knew better than anyone that her mother had come by her business knowledge the hard, way, and had tremendous respect for her as a person as well as a mother.

Her mother was in the process of branching out by introducing high-quality accessories to go with her clothing, and it was a very important move indeed; Beth had known that and it had helped to soften the blow When she had insisted her mother remain in England rather than accompanying her on this holiday.

Her mother had already sacrificed more than enough for her over the years—Beth had no intention of asking any more from her when she was obviously doing so well for herself.

'I'm sure you would, Mummy,' she dismissed lightly. 'But there really is no need.'

'I know that, darling, but… oh, never mind,' she dismissed irritably. 'What do you think of Verona?' her mother continued lightly. 'Delightful, isn't it?'

'Very,' Beth agreed drily, most of her time spent there having been marred in one way or another by Marcus Craven.

'You still sound a little down, Beth.' The frown could be heard in her mother's voice again.

'Is that so surprising, with what's happened?' She wished her voice didn't sound so sharp, but it was difficult for her not to.

'I had hoped that this trip might—well, lighten your mood a little, take your mind off things,' her mother sighed.

'Give it time, Mummy,' she pleaded softly.

'Darling, I have given it time, we all have, you know that, but it's all so damned… oh, blast, and I promised myself I wouldn't start nagging you about getting on with your own life as soon as I spoke to you again!' her mother chided herself impatiently.

'What have you done with your day, Beth?' she deliberately changed the subject.

A brief outline of her leisurely stroll before and after her visit to the Capulet house, as well as the house itself, took only a matter of minutes.

'Is that it?' Katherine sounded disappointed. 'Nothing else happened?'

A vague suspicion began to stir in her mind, one she instantly dismissed. Even her mother, in her determination to see her happy again, couldn't have done such a thing—could she? Although Beth was loath to actually broach the subject, because once she had…

That's it,' she dismissed, still frowning to herself. Those meetings with Marcus Craven had been a little too much like coincidence, but even so…

'Oh.' Her mother's disappointment sounded even more acute.

Beth drew in a sharp breath. 'Mummy, you haven't been—being helpful, have you?' she broached cautiously, the shutter closed on her bedroom window to keep out the brightness of the afternoon sun, the gentle whir of the air-conditioning not intrusive and very necessary in the excessive heat from outside.

'In what way?' Her mother sounded puzzled now.

Or did she sound genuinely so? Beth still wasn't sure. 'Much as I love you,' she sighed, 'I want you to realise that I'm perfectly capable of organising my own life.'

'Well, of course you are, darling.' Her mother sounded hurt that Beth should even doubt that was how she felt.

'For myself——'

'Oh, Beth, I thought you had finally agreed that this holiday I organised for you was a good idea just now,' her mother protested.

'I did.' But it had been mainly to stop her mother worrying over her so much! 'But the holiday away from England was all I agreed to. Any other interference——-'

'Interference?' Katherine sounded indignant at the implication. Too indignant? 'What are you talking about?1 she asked impatiently.

If her mother had somehow arranged for her and Marcus Craven to meet—which would more than account for his persistence!

—then by mentioning him at all she could be leaving herself open to all sorts of pressurised questioning from her mother. And yet asking Marcus Craven to 'look up' her daughter while they were both hi Verona, having ascertained exactly when he was going to be there, would be just the sort of thing her mother would do. Despite w.hat she said to the contrary, Beth knew her mother didn't believe she was capable of organising her own life, was convinced she knew what was best for Beth. But even so, she couldn't quite believe her mother would line up a man like Marcus Craven for her!

Although the doubt continued to niggle.

'It isn't important, Mummy/ she attempted to dismiss hi a casual voice. 'How are things at the boutique in London?'

'I'm somehow managing to survive without you,' her mother said drily. 'And whatever it was you were talking about just now was important enough for you to mention in the first place,' she pointed out tartly.

She should have known her mother wouldn't let the subject drop as easily as that!

She gave a deep sigh. 'It's just that there was this man, and I——-'

'A man?' {Catherine cut in eagerly. 'What sort of man? How did you meet him? Oh, Beth, why didn't you mention him earlier?

Tell me all about him
nowl'

Beth gave an inward groan, grimacing at her own reflection in the mirror on the dressing-table across the room. She could tell by her mother's very excitement that she hadn't arranged those meetings with Marcus Craven, but now that Beth had mentioned him she knew her mother wouldn't rest until she had heard every detail of those meetings, down to the last word spoken between them.

Loath to do that, Beth answered offhandedly. 'He introduced himself to me at the opera.'

'And?'

'And he's…interesting,' she conceded, slightly surprised she should have made such an admission.

She had become interested in Marcus Craven in spite of herself!

Although it had been an interest she had little difficulty resisting. She, quite frankly, didn't want an involvement with anyone.

'Don't stop there, Beth,' her mother prompted exasperatedly. 'You admit that you've met an interesting man at the opera and then tell me nothing more about him!'

'Because there's nothing else to tell.' She sighed her impatience. 'We've spoken briefly. But that's all.'

'But——-'

'I go on to Venice tomorrow—remember?' Beth teased lightly, knowing her mother was fully aware of her travel itinerary; she had organised it, so she should be! 'That hardly gives us time to begin a meaningful romance.'

'Does it have to be meaningful?'

She couldn't help smiling at her mother's disgust. Since her separation from Beth's father many years ago, Katherine had made no secret of her opinion of marriage and men. Although Beth knew she had been given little enough reason in those intervening years to change her opinion in the slightest!