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‘I’m sorry,’ she whispered.
‘So you should be! If only you’d said something, told me what you were thinking . . .’ He stopped, seeing her wince. ‘Never mind that. Let’s go somewhere and have lunch.’
He put his arm around her and guided her to the kerb, flagging down a black taxi which was heading towards them.
‘I asked her first!’ protested Neil, furious.
Alex turned a dark gaze on him, his face belligerent. ‘You’ve probably seen a lot of her over the past year. I haven’t.’
The taxi stopped. He urged Miranda into the back and told the driver, ‘Charlotte Street, please.’
Miranda couldn’t look at Neil. She leaned back as the taxi moved away. Alex watched her, very close.
‘How could you do that to me?’ he said huskily, voice low. ‘Don’t you know how badly you hurt me? I went mad, trying to get to see you. I didn’t know what I’d done, I thought maybe it was guilt, that you felt badly about sleeping with me, felt you had betrayed your husband. I kept trying to work it out, but how could I guess that you suspected me of conspiring with Finnigan? All this time, Miranda – all these months without setting eyes on you.’
‘Isn’t Elena enough for you?’ she jealously muttered.
‘What?’ He stared at her rigid, averted profile. ‘Elena? What are you talking about?’
‘I know you were in love with her . . .’
‘Years ago, when I was twenty!’
‘And now . . . when she turned up on the island . . . I could see you still cared . . .!’
‘How could I care a pin for her when I’d been in love with you for three years?’
She drew a sharp, incredulous breath, staring into his dark, insistent eyes.
‘Elena was simply a nuisance. She thought she could walk back into my life the way she had walked out of it and find everything the same. But all I wanted to do was make you see how I felt about you. I couldn’t wait to get rid of her so that I could concentrate on you. And then you ran away from me, too, without giving me a clue why.’
‘I’m sorry,’ she whispered. ‘I was hurt, too, can’t you see that, Alex? I thought you had been stringing me along, didn’t really care two pence for me – I’ve been so unhappy.’
He turned her face up towards him. ‘Then let me make you happy. God, Miranda, I’ve missed you.’
‘Me, too.’
Their mouths met, she wound her arms round his neck, clung, close to tears as she realised it was over, she was safe now, and with Alex again.
While they ate a marvellous Greek meal later, Alex told her about his sister’s baby boy, who had been born a month early and had had to stay in an incubator for the first day, but was now a healthy, bouncing nine-month old.
‘They’ve called him Nicos. Wait till you see him! I don’t think Pan wants another one; she hated being kept in bed all those months, and now she’s got this boy she and Charles are satisfied.’
‘I’m so glad for them! I felt guilty, leaving like that.’
‘When you come back, Pan will have a lot to say to you about walking out! Tell me what you’ve been doing – have you had a job? I hope you can give notice at once and come back to Greece with me.’
She laughed. ‘You’re rushing me!’
‘I’m not going to let you escape again.’
Two days later Sean was found guilty of manslaughter and sentenced to three years in prison, of which he would probably only serve half, Neil said.
Alex and Miranda were in court. She felt very sorry for Sean. What he had done was very wrong, but he had paid a terrible price. The consequences of his crime had devastated his life. The law’s punishment was nothing compared to the loss of his father, and Nicola.
She and Alex flew back to Greece the following week, and three months later were married, in Dorset, in a medieval church in the village, surrounded by family and friends.
She threw her bouquet deliberately to her mother, who caught it, then looked at it in amazement.
