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‘Yes, well, girls are raised on romantic fairy tales and get lost in the fantasy of being saved by the perfect man.’
‘True. Living up to the image of the perfect man isn’t much fun. And after a while, Joanna lost interest in sex, and I stoppedinitiating. I grew tired of the rejection. I don’t think we’re very different from many couples; we started off with good intentions only to discover the initial attraction rapidly died. We were left poking and prodding the embers in a desperate attempt to reignite the feeble fire.’
‘I see,’ said Cara. Perhaps she hadn’t misunderstood his feelings after all.
‘We never experienced the spark you and I share, not even in the early days,’ he said, touching her hand and looking into her eyes.
And just like that, the pain dissolved. Once again, Cara was overcome with a deep tenderness for him. They halted at a zebra crossing on the outskirts of the airport complex. His revelation soothed her tortured soul. There was hope. He too felt the depth of their connection.
They kissed goodbye in the car. Cara held him close as if trying to capture a piece of him to sustain her until they would be together again. He squeezed her tight for a couple of seconds before releasing her. She managed to stop herself from tearing up. They walked to the terminal, hands brushing casually at their sides. The flight was due to leave on schedule, so it was almost time for them to say goodbye. At the security gate, they hugged; it was a quick modest hug, much like good friends or family members might share. They both kept their emotions in check as if by agreement. They instinctively sensed what the other required. Cara turned to wave and blow him a kiss.
He watched her leave, sadness choking him. And then she was gone; lost in the throng of people rushing to their next destination.
Cara walked through the gate, curious what George would say if she told him about Sylvia’s strange predictions. And she couldn’t even begin to imagine what he’d make of their Tudorlife together five hundred years earlier. He’d probably think her insane, and she wouldn’t blame him.
No, I’d better continue to keep it all a secret for now.
CHAPTER 8
York, present day
‘Darling, is that you?’ called Joanna from upstairs.
George heard his wife’s voice as soon as he entered the three-storey townhouse. He’d hoped she wouldn’t be home yet and he would have some time alone.
Bloody hell. I’m not ready to face her yet.
‘Yes! It’s me. I’m home,’ he called in as cheerful a tone as he could muster. He closed the door and let his leather travel bag fall to the floor as he bent down to stroke Blue, his beloved Russian Blue cat. ‘First thing’s first,’ he said. ‘Have you missed me, my girl?’ Blue favoured George above all others; she nuzzled her head against his leg, purring her approval like a finely tuned motor. The cat preened and stretched, before laying down on her side in blissful abandon as her doting master stroked her soft belly. George stood in the kitchen, wondering what the hell he was going to do. He wished he were back in Seville with Cara. He had never felt so lost.
Cara missed George. It had only been an hour since she heard his voice, but it didn’t stop her wanting him. She missed him every minute she wasn’t with him. It was a bittersweet longing she’d never before experienced. This must be what Sylvia meant about Twin Flames. She said Twin Flames share the same energy field and are connected even when apart.
‘I’m fine, thanks,’ said Cara, the next morning when Daniel called. ‘I need to talk to you, though. It’s important. I’ve got something to tell you.’ Cara clutched her phone.
‘You’re very mysterious. Will you give me a clue?’
’I’ll be there in about thirty minutes. I’ll tell you then. You weren’t planning to go out, were you?’
‘No. Sally’s going to pop in later.’
Sally, oh, God. She’s the last thing I need today.
‘Okay, I’ll see you soon,’ she said, ending the call.
Cara rushed to get ready. She must be gone before Sally showed up, or it would be intolerable.
It was Saturday. The spider’s web of streets was thick with traffic, and the pavements were lined with shoppers as Cara drove across the city to Daniel’s house on the river. The house she was supposed to move to when they got married. She was uptight, and couldn’t wait any longer to tell him. She pulled into his driveway, and a few seconds later, he opened the front door with a smile and gave her a warm hug. It was a Daniel special; he oozed charm.
He knows it’s bad news and is preparing to get his own way.
‘It seems ages since I’ve seen you. I want to hear all about your trip. How was the conference? Come and sit down and tell me all about it. He patted the sofa for her to sit down next to him in his cosy den, where he liked to relax. I’ll make some coffee ina minute, oh and I bought your favourite cheesecake too.’ Daniel paused. ‘You look a little pale. Are you all right?’
‘I’ve got a headache. I think there’s thunder in the air.’
‘Did I tell you Sally is going to pop over this afternoon? She’s been up on business all week and wants to see me before she goes back to Manchester. I was so busy in court this week we didn’t have a chance to get together.’ The steady wave of Daniel’s chatter barely registered amidst her own frantic thoughts.
Daniel was aware that his daughter made little effort to conceal her disapproval of their relationship, but he preferred to ignore it. Cara looked at the clock.
‘Yes, you mentioned it on the phone. What time is she coming?’
