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and felt her heart lurch. It was Jonathan. He was wearing a pair of blue shorts and a navy tee shirt. Andrea thought he looked fantastic, but then she always thought that. She couldn't stop looking at his legs. Jonathan was smiling and her heart lifted. It sank again when she realized the smile wasn't for her, but for Lucy.
    Lucy jumped up from the chair and hugged him. Andrea felt her chest constrict, as though an invisible hand was squeezing her heart. She wouldn't cry. She wouldn't.
    “Lucy! What on earth are you doing here?” asked Jonathan
    “Following you, of course. Someone has to keep an eye on you.”
    “Oh, Andrea. Where are my manners, this is my cousin, Lucy. Lucy, this is Andrea, my wife.” Jonathan smiled at her, a smile that made her insides turn to jelly and made her heart beat even faster. Lucy was his cousin. And to think that she thought - well, never mind what she thought. Yes, she and Lucy could be friends, would be friends.
    “I wish I'd been at the wedding,” sighed Lucy.
    “I know, but it couldn't be helped. It was a bit rushed.”
    “Yes, Mum told me. But at least you got Andrea out of there. That's the main thing.” Lucy glanced at her watch. “I'm meeting someone for lunch. I'll leave you two love-birds on your own.”
    With that, Lucy left them, wobbling a bit as she walked along the deck.
    Andrea hoped Jonathan hadn't seen her blush. If only Lucy knew! They were the least like love-birds It was difficult to tell how Jonathan felt about her. He'd never said anything other than to indicate that he liked her and wanted to protect her.
    There was the time he'd tried to kiss her, before the students had so rudely interrupted, but he'd said that was a momentary lapse and he promised it wouldn't happen again.
    How was she to tell him that she wished it would? She just hadn't been ready before. She was ready now, but how did you go about seducing your own husband?
    “Would you like to go on the trip to Pompeii tomorrow?” He asked, bringing her out of her reverie.
    “Yes, I'd love to,” she replied. They were acting like polite strangers, but how could that be when they knew so much about each other? She was sure that Jonathan knew more than he was saying about why they had to run away. Maybe he didn't trust her enough to tell her the truth or maybe the truth was so awful that he couldn't bear to tell her. Somehow, she preferred the second version. It showed that he cared about her feelings.
    Even if it wasn't love, it was something.
     
     

Chapter Three
     
    Andrea couldn't sleep. Perhaps it was the large dinner or the midnight chocolate buffet. She'd never eaten so much in all her life and she knew she would regret it. Her stomach was churning like a manic washing machine. Then again that might be caused by the constant rocking of the boat. There might be another reason for her insomnia. At present, it was lying on the floor, snoring softly.
    She hadn't really thought of him as a snorer. He'd insisted on sleeping on the floor. Didn't he trust himself if he slept in the same bed? She wanted him beside her, to put his arms around her and tell her everything was going to be all right, even if it wasn't. The sunlight streaming in through the porthole woke her. Had she fallen asleep after all? Someone was whistling in the broom cupboard that served as a shower room. The voice was deeper than Jonathan's, more gravely. The bathroom door opened and she pulled the bedclothes up to her chin, as if they were going to protect her. A figure stood in the doorway, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. Andrea didn't know where to look.
    “What's the matter? Haven't you seen a man before?” The figure was Jonathan, yet not Jonathan. It was difficult to explain. Andrea turned away and wondered if she screamed would anybody come. He came and stood by the side of the bed, facing her.
    “Well, look then.” But she didn't want to. This wasn't Jonathan; this was some nightmare. There was something odd about