“Did you hear that, Ben? She wants to interview us!” Gina’s eyes reminded me of sapphires sparkling in the sun.
“About time!” Ben pulled Gina closer to him where they sat on the sofa and looked at me expectantly.
“Both together?” Gina snuggled closer to Ben and swept a winsome smile in my direction. I shook my head and stepped back when Ben shot to his feet. “I do not permit you to interview Gina alone.”
Gina laughed, I gasped, and shook my head. “Who said anything about you leaving the room while I interviewed Gina?”
“I- what!” He spun round when Gina’s mirth bubbled over.
“Sit down Ben, and stop being such a Neanderthal.” She patted the sofa and clasped his hand in both of hers.
He raised his hand and brushed his lips over one of hers. “Sit.” His smile softened his command as he indicated a soft leather wing-back chair opposite. “Proceed.”
Somewhat daunted by my hero’s attitude, I sat, pulled out my recorder and began.
“When I first met you,” I focussed on Gina. “You intended to proceed with an IVF procedure to conceive a child. When Ben put his proposition to you, why did you all but give up that dream.” “I wouldn’t say I gave it up. Don’t forget, I refused Ben’s proposal the first time he asked.”
“What changed your mind? After all you had every reason to mistrust him.”
“I did, didn’t I?” She sent a smile in Ben’s direction. For a moment there I thought they’d forgotten me.
“That night when he arrived on my doorstep, worried, dishevelled and scared, it made me think how he must have felt on the day he was sent to live with his father.”
“Are you saying you felt sorry for me?” Ben’s indignation exploded into the room. “No! Yes! I don’t know! What else could I do?” she almost shouted at him. “Someone was stalking me, and just that afternoon the Inspector commiserated that I couldn’t leave the country on another book tour to give them time to catch the culprit. So, this time I agreed to your proposal.”
I peeked up in time to see contrition flit across Ben’s features.
“Did you find it easy to settle in Greece when you arrived?” I asked, knowing the answer.
“I returned home. almost immediately.”
“Did you have reason to regret your action?”
“Yes, and no.”
“Well, that’s revealing! Surely you can expand on your answer a bit,” I encouraged. “Why did you regret your swift return to England?”
“Because I came face-to-face with my stalker!” Gina jumped up and ran from the room, tears streaming down her face.
“Now look what you have done!” Ben’s fury hit me with the velocity of a bullet from a gun. “Go!” There are times when discretion is the better part of valour. I picked up my recorder and left.
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