An Invitation to Sin(61)

‘I’m surprised you didn’t rebel in a big way.’

‘I did.’ She’d unlocked the dark and it came swirling over her. Shocked by how sharp and raw it still was even after so many years she sat up sharply, trying to push it back. ‘I fired my mother as my manager and everyone labelled me as difficult. I wasn’t. I was just horribly lonely and disillusioned about everything. I wanted someone to love me for me, not for what being with me could give them, but when I told her I didn’t want her involved in my work any more, she told me to move out. And she gave all these stories to the press about how I’d betrayed her.’ The agony was as raw as ever. ‘She was my mom, but she was only ever interested in what she could get from being with me. And I soon learned that was true of everyone around me. There was no one I could trust.’ She didn’t give him the detail. Didn’t spell out the embarrassing number of times she’d trusted a person only to find intimate details in the press the next day.

‘Where did you go?’

Taylor wrapped her arms around her knees. ‘I moved in with Rafaele. He was directing my film and he saw me falling apart under the pressure. He offered me somewhere to go.’

‘In other words he took advantage.’

‘It didn’t seem that way at the time but yes. I made a bad decision. I was seventeen and up until that point my mother had made virtually every decision for me.’ She could see now that she’d allowed her vulnerability to colour her view of the people around her. ‘I was so lonely. So desperate for someone who would love me for myself and not for what they’d gain from being with me. The breakup with my mother was all over the press. It was horrible. And that was when my father saw his opportunity to come back into my life and play the hero.’

‘Perfect timing.’

‘Yes. Except I was pretty messed up by then. I couldn’t see why he would want me when he hadn’t bothered being in my life for the first seventeen years and I told him that. So then he milked the press interest for everything it was worth and told more stories about me being a spoiled brat. I kept the media going single-handed. Every day there was another story about me. It was vile. The only person who seemed to care about me was Rafaele.’

Luca took her hand in the dark. ‘Bastard.’

It was exactly the right response. She didn’t think she could have handled sympathy, although the strength of his fingers on hers felt good.

‘Yes. He wasn’t a nice man.’ This was when she should tell him. She should confess about the phone calls, the threats, the sick feeling she lived with every day, the stuff she was terrified of people discovering, but she’d kept her secret for too long to part with it now.

Trust, even this degree of trust, was so new to her it felt unfamiliar so she drew her hand away from his. ‘Enough of that. Tonight is about having fun.’

And she realised with a lurch that every moment she’d spent with him had been fun. Even when they were fighting, he made her laugh. Unsettled by that realisation, she lightened her tone. ‘Good job the board can’t see you now lying naked on a public beach. I think you’re newfound respectability just died a death, Corretti.’

‘What the board doesn’t see the board can’t moan about. And it isn’t a public beach.’ He wrapped his arms around her and hauled her back to him, showing no urgency to get dressed, and she relaxed against him. Why not? It was perfect lying here with only the sounds of the sea for company.

‘What do you mean? If it isn’t public, what are we doing here?’

‘It’s my beach. Private. There’s a path that leads up to the house from here.’

‘Seriously?’ She lifted her head and stared at him through the semi-darkness. ‘We’re that close? So we could leave the car and just walk?’

‘If you want to. But it’s not easy to follow in the dark and it’s steep. Car would be faster.’

‘Then let’s take the car.’ Suddenly she wanted to be home with him and she sprang to her feet and tugged her clothes out from under him. ‘I have no idea what happened to the wig.’

‘Doesn’t matter. It served its purpose.’ The serious nature of their conversation forgotten, he took her hand and they sprinted back to the car.

Taylor sat, covered in sand and happiness, wishing her life could always be like this.

‘I enjoyed being Teresa. It was fun.’ And she rarely did anything for fun. Fun wasn’t part of her plan.