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.When Cristina tried to think of life without Rafael, her mind went blank and she felt cold with fear.That fear, she reasoned now, could only be assuaged if she took the bull by the horns and did as Anthea had suggested.For a few seconds, waiting for Rafael, she was filled with self-righteous courage, but as soon as she heard him phone up to her, her stomach went back to its antics, and she was busily wondering whether the meal had been such a good idea by the time he knocked on her door.All her thoughts were scattered to the four winds the minute she set eyes on him.He had come directly from the airport, was still carrying his overnight bag, along with the black case.Outside the weather was beautifully mild for the middle of May, and he had cuffed the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows.He looked lean and bronzed and muscular, and she felt that familiar leap of excitement as she looked at him.Then he bent and kissed her, taking his time as he always did, his mouth making promises he would fulfil later in bed.Only after he had straightened did he glance behind her into the tiny hall.‘What’s the smell?’‘Smell?’ Anthea’s words of wisdom were fading fast as he stepped past her and glanced up the stairs in the direction of the kitchen.‘Oh, that smell!’ She clapped her hand to her forehead in a casual gesture.‘I thought I’d cook.I know we’d booked to go out to that Italian, but all this eating out that we do…I’m not sure I’m getting the right balance of…um…nutrients anyway.’ He was heading up the stairs and she hurriedly followed him, cursing herself for the linen, the crystal wineglasses and the candles which were burning merrily away.Hardly the image of a meal whipped up by someone solely for nutritional purposes.‘Anyway!’ she called up, shoving aside visions of him horrified by this show of domesticity, which he had not once suggested.‘I thought I’d just…’ she caught her breath and watched him as he stood there in the small kitchen, surveying the carefully laid table, complete with the hateful candles ‘…whip up a meal for us.Nothing fancy.’ She bit her lip nervously and hovered.‘I don’t mind if you’d rather go out,’ she finished lamely, but when he turned to her he was smiling, a slow smile as though something had clicked in his head.‘No way.Smells too good to pass up.’ He walked towards her and gathered her in his arms.‘I didn’t realise that cooking was another of your specialities.’ Another tick in what had become a pleasingly traditional package.Cristina was a homemaker, and as far removed from the women he had dated in the past as chalk was from cheese.Cristina breathed a sigh of relief.‘I wouldn’t say a speciality.’ ‘Have I got time for a shower?’ She had dressed for him.She had cooked for him.Normally those two things in combination would have had him running a mile, but with home and hearth on the agenda, they added up to just what he needed.A woman programmed to put her man first, a woman set in completely the opposite mould to that of his first wife.The fact that she turned him on was a distinct bonus, and he didn’t dwell on what would happen when his boredom threshold was breached.That bridge would be crossed when he came to it.‘I don’t suppose you fancy another?’ His eyes swept appreciatively over her.He enjoyed showering with her, enjoyed their slippery bodies rubbing together under the fine, warm spray.‘I’ll start with the meal.’ She remembered what Anthea had said about modern women expecting duties to be shared equally with their men.‘You can come and help when you’re ready.If you want.I’ve pretty much done it all, as a matter of fact.’ She wondered where she was going with this.And now he was looking at her with that indulgent expression he sometimes wore, which she’d interpreted as the grown-up tolerating the antics of a kid.She was ready with the starters by the time he emerged twenty minutes later from the shower, his hair still damp and swept back, and wearing a pair of jeans and a black tee shirt.He had never brought clothes to her house, but over time she had accumulated some, left and laundered and carefully put in one of the cupboards in the spare room
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