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moment of tension between Cal and
Angel and wanted to work on it. 'Very conscientious.'
    Angel felt a sudden flash of hatred for her. With her
long chestnut hair and slim but curvaceous figure that
she was showing off to maximum advantage in a red silk
dress, she reminded Angel of Cal's ex, Simone. In her
current state of mind she felt insecure and, yes, there was
no mistaking the hot feeling in the pit of her stomach and
the desire to say something irrational – she was jealous.
She hated thinking of Cal spending time alone with the
gorgeous Flavia and her slinky figure.
    'I'm sure Angel will soon be speaking the language
too,' Cal said loyally, putting his arm round her
shoulders. Angel wasn't so sure but she rewarded her
husband with a kiss, which was as much for Flavia's
benefit as it was for Cal's. He smiled warmly at her and
Angel felt awful – she'd hardly shown him any physical
affection lately. Then she glanced at Flavia, and was
secretly pleased to see how pissed off she looked, though
she did her best to disguise it by exclaiming, 'How
wonderful to see two people who are so in love! Come on,
we should have some more champagne to celebrate – Cal
has his Angel!'
    And she clicked her fingers at the waiters who busied
themselves with opening more bottles. At that moment
one of the other WAGs joined them. Cal introduced her
as Alessia. She was absolutely stunning with huge velvety
brown eyes, beautifully shaped lips, long jet black hair,
and more than a passing resemblance to Angelina Jolie.
Her beauty could have been intimidating but she was
very friendly, and Angel instantly warmed to her when
she announced that she had just been to check on her son
and had seen Honey.
    'Your daughter is adorable!' she exclaimed.
    The two of them spent a few minutes happily talking
babies which Angel noticed put Flavia's nose seriously out
of joint.
    Meeting Alessia made the lunch party a little more
bearable but Angel felt self-conscious throughout it. She
felt as if she was on show, and was all too aware of Flavia
and her constant flirtatious glances at Cal.
    *
    By the time they drove back to their villa beside Lake
Como Angel had a pounding headache from drinking so
much champagne. 'You didn't tell me that Flavia taught
you Italian,' she said abruptly, trying not to sound
accusing but knowing that she did.
    Cal concentrated on the road. 'Sorry, I thought I did.'
    'So where did Mrs . . . Giordano,' Angel stumbled over
the pronunciation, 'give you your lessons?'
    'We'd meet after training and go to a café or for a walk,
something like that,' he replied casually.
    'I bet she was itching to get you back to your place on
your own,' Angel said nastily. 'Get you to practise your
oral work.'
    Angel saw Cal's lip curl and his jaw tighten. 'We'll talk
about this later,' he said curtly. 'But there's nothing to
make a big deal of.'
    Still Angel couldn't let the subject lie. She waited a few
minutes then blurted out, 'Well, I wonder how you'd feel
if I'd been having Italian lessons from some sexy Italian
man who fancies the arse off me and I just forgot to
mention it!'
    'I'm not discussing this in front of other people,' Cal said
quietly, tilting his head back to remind Angel of Lucy,
sitting with Honey behind them. 'Fine,' Angel hissed, 'we'll
talk about it at the villa.' She couldn't bring herself to say
'home' because it really didn't feel like that to her.
    But anger and jealousy seethed inside her, finally
reaching boiling point. Back at the villa, while Lucy gave
Honey her bath and put her to bed, Angel found herself
hurling accusations at her husband.
    'Admit it,' she cried angrily when they were in the
living room with the door firmly shut, 'you're having an
affair with Flavia!'
    'Don't be mad, of course I'm not!' Cal exclaimed,
sounding surprised and pissed off.
    'Well, she definitely fancies you. I could tell just from
the way she looked at you . . . the way she behaved
around you. That woman could barely keep her hands
off