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This was dangerous territory, so Cara steered the conversation away from Tudorville. She wanted some time to think through how to handle this revelation.
‘I’m never angry with you for long. Don’t you know that by now?’
‘Great, so now we’ve established you’re never going to be pissed off with me again, and you’re always going to accept my invitations, when will you get here?’
‘Do you know which tube I need to take from Bloomsbury to Knightsbridge?’
‘Let me think. . .um, no. You must have me confused with a man who knows every route in London!’
‘Ah, yes, true. Okay, well I’ll look it up and get to you as soon as I can.’
‘Walk to Russell Square, I think that’s the nearest, and I’ll be there to meet you.’
‘Ah, wonderful.’
‘Cara?’
‘Yes?’
‘I’ve missed you. Hurry up.’
CHAPTER 13
Hampton Court Palace, present day
At nine the following morning Cara sat next to George on the worn leather seat of his sports car and watched him steer the olive-green Porsche 911 through the palace gates, along the stately drive and into the car park. She loved his quiet confidence and found it difficult to take her eyes off his profile. She was turned on by his beautiful hands and wanted to touch them; or better still, for them to touch her, again.
Sensual images of the previous night flashed through her mind. They’d predictably been unable to keep their hands off each other during dinner. The minute they entered his flat, he gently moved her into the kitchen, lifted her onto the smooth cold surface of the marble island, and took her right there. She moaned, then screamed out as her desire mounted; never had she been so sexually compatible with a man. No warm-up was required. After ten days apartthey were erotically charged to boiling point.
The classic Porsche complemented him perfectly; they both had an understated glamour and effortless charisma. Shefound George enigmatic and yet delightfully innocent in his enthusiasm. He was a puzzle; she thought she understood him, and then he unwittingly revealed another piece of his character which she couldn’t slot into place. It was like a dichotomous riddle, and she suspected she would never weary of stripping away the layers which revealed the hidden corners of his mind. Doctor Cara Bailey couldn’t resist an unsolved riddle, and her sharp intuition invariably found the answers she sought.
It must be the novelty of being with him.
Cara considered her predicament for what seemed like the thousandth time.Not being able to see him as much as she would like, only seemed to serve to intensify her longing. She found him irresistible, and he seemed to reciprocate her feelings, despite the complexities of the situation.
But then it hit her; they’d been together on and off for at least five hundred years, so how could it possibly be a novelty? She forced herself back to the present moment.
He turned to look at her with a smile and said, ‘Everything okay? If you keep staring at me like that, I’ll be paranoid before the interview even begins.’
‘Sorry.’ She laughed and rested her hand on his thigh. ‘It’s just so lovely to be with you for more than a few hours.’
He squeezed her hand as Hampton Court Palace rose up before them in all of its red-bricked majesty. The decorative rouge and black patterned chimneys glinted in the bright sunshine.
‘This place never fails to take my breath away,’ she said.
‘Yes, it’s beautiful, isn’t it? I used to come here a lot, years ago. It feels good to be back after so long.’
You have no idea.
Cara was tempted to say the words out loud but stopped herself. Now wasn’t the time. She wasn’t sure when the right moment to reveal the details of their shared past would be,but she had a feeling she would know when it came. Now she wanted to enjoy every minute with George, in the palace, where they’d lived together as husband and wife when it was one of the favourite residences of Queen Anne and King Henry VIII.
‘I get goose pimples just thinking about what went on within these walls,’ she said.
‘That’s because you’re a little history geek.’ He captured her hand in his and dropped a light kiss onto her palm.
‘Good morning,’ beamed a ticket collector standing at the main entrance. George displayed his guest pass. ‘I won’t wish you a wonderful day because I can see you two are already having one.’ He winked conspiratorially at George. ‘It’s good to see such happy, smiling faces. Some people turn up looking so miserable; it makes me wonder why they bother coming at all.’ He shook his head in disapproval as he pointed in the direction of the crew who milled about as they prepared for the interview.
‘Ok, as I suspected, we’ve got a while to wander about before they need me for makeup,’ said George. He rolled his eyes as he returned to her side.
