who was lost. She believes with all her heart that one day she will find him again.’
‘Do you believe she’ll get her wish?’ Ruggiero asked.
Toni sighed helplessly. He had no answer.
CHAPTER ONE
‘OK, FOLKS, that’s it.’
The bell for the end of school sounded as Evie finished talking. Fifteen twelve-year-olds did a more or less controlled scramble, and in seconds the classroom was empty.
Evie rubbed her neck and stretched it a little to relieve the tension.
‘Hard week?’ asked a voice from the door. It was Debra, Deputy Head of the school, and the friend who’d asked her to help out for a term.
‘Yup,’ she replied. ‘Mind you, I’m not complaining. They’re good kids.’
‘Do you have time for a drink?’
‘Lead me to it.’
Later, as they sat on a pleasant terrace by the river, feeding scraps to the swans, Debra said in a carefully casual voice, ‘You really like those youngsters, don’t you?’
‘Mm, some of them are smart, especially Mark Dane. He’s got a true feel for languages. By the way, I didn’t see him today.’
Debra groaned. ‘That means he slipped away again. His truancy is getting serious.’
‘Have you told his parents?’
‘I’ve spoken to his father, who said very grimly that he’d ‘deal with it’.’
Evie made a face. ‘I don’t like the sound of him.’
‘No, I didn’t take to him either. Too much assurance. I gather he’s a big man in industry, built it up himself, finger on a dozen pulses, everything under control.’
‘And that includes his son?’ Evie said sympathetically.
‘I think it includes everything-you, me, Mark-’
‘And the little mouse in the corner,’ Evie said whimsically.
‘Justin Dane wouldn’t have a mouse,’ Debra said at once. ‘He’d hire a tiger to catch it. But enough of him.’ She took a deep breath and said with an air of someone taking the plunge, ‘Look, Evie, I had an ulterior motive in asking you out.’
‘I was afraid you might,’ Evie murmured. ‘But don’t spoil the moment. Seize it. Relish it.’
She leaned back on the wooden seat, one elegantly booted ankle crossed over the other knee. Her eyes were closed and she threw her head back, letting the late afternoon sun play on her face, where there was a blissful smile. With her boots and jeans, her slim figure and dark cropped hair, she might have been a boy. Or an urchin. Or anything but a twenty-nine-year-old schoolteacher.
‘Evie,’ Debra tried again in the special patient voice she kept for coping with her wayward friend.
‘Skip it, Deb. I know what you’re going to say, and I’m afraid the answer’s no. One term I promised, because that’s all I can do. It’ll be over soon and then you won’t see me for dust.’
‘But the Head’s knocked out by the way you’ve clicked with the pupils. He really wants you to stay.’
‘Nope. I just filled in while the language teacher had her baby. She’s had him now, a bonny, bouncing boy, which means it’s time for me to go bouncing off into the sunset.’
‘But she doesn’t really want to return, and I have strict instructions to persuade you to stay on, full time.’
Evie’s response to this was to back away along the bench with an alarmed little cry, like somebody fending off an evil spirit.
‘What’s up with you?’ Debra demanded.
‘You said the fatal words,’ Evie accused her, wild-eyed.
‘What fatal words?’
‘Stop fooling around,’ Debra said, trying not to laugh.
Evie resumed her normal manner. ‘I never do anything full time, you know that. I need change and variety.’
‘But you said you like teaching.’
‘I do-in small doses.’
‘Yes, that’s the story of your life, isn’t it? Everything in small doses. A job here, a job there.’
Evie gave a grin that was wicked and delightful in equal measure.
‘You mean I’m immature, don’t you? At my age I ought to be ready to settle down to a nine-to-five job, one offspring and two-point-five husbands.’
‘I think you mean that the other way around.’
‘Do I? Well, whatever. The point is, you think I should be heading for a settled life, suitable for a woman approaching the big “three”. Well, nuts to it! I live the way I want. Why can’t people accept that?’
‘Because we’re all jealous,’ Debra admitted with a grin. ‘You’ve managed to stay free. No mortgage. No ties.’
‘No husband.’ Evie sighed with profound gratitude.
‘I’m not sure that’s something you should rejoice about.’
‘It is from where I’m standing,’ Evie assured her.
‘Anyway, the point is that you just up and go when the mood suits you. I suppose that might be nice.’
‘It
‘Yes, but that was your choice. Nobody made you. I bet nobody’s ever made you do anything in your life.’
Evie gave a chuckle. ‘Some have tried. Not with much success, and never a second time, but they’ve tried.’
‘Alec, David, Martin-’ Debra recited.
‘Who were they?’ Evie asked innocently.
‘Shame on you! How unkind to forget your lovers so soon!’
‘They weren’t lovers, they were jailers. They tried to trick me up the aisle, or soft soap me up the aisle, or haul me up the aisle. One of them even dared to set the date and tell me after.’
‘Well, you made him regret it. The poor man was desperate because you’d kept him wondering long enough.’
‘I didn’t keep him wondering. I was trying to let him down gently. It just turned out to be a long way down. I never even wanted him to fall in love with me. I thought we were simply having a good time.’
‘Is that what you’re doing with Andrew?’ Debra asked mischievously.
‘I’m very fond of Andrew,’ Evie said, looking up into the sky. ‘He’s nice.’
‘I thought maybe you were in love with him.’
‘I am-I think-sort of-maybe.’
‘Any other woman would think he was a catch-good job, sweet nature, sense of humour. Plus you’re in love with him, sort of, maybe.’
‘But he’s an accountant.’ Evie sighed. ‘Figures, books, tax returns-’
‘That’s not a crime.’
‘He believes in
‘You mean about-everything?’
Evie gave her a speaking look.
‘One day,’ Debra said, exasperated, ‘I hope you’ll fall hook, line and sinker for a man you can’t have.’
‘Why?’ Evie asked, honestly baffled.
‘It’ll be a new experience for you.’
Evie chuckled. It was the happy, confident laugh of someone who had life ‘sussed’. She had her job, translating
