Chapter 229

Even as she’d scrubbed and mopped he’d intruded on her thoughts. Questions, images, memories. Why had he bought this villa? Why had the people in the café recognised him and whispered about him? What was his life normally like? Did he have a girlfriend? A wife? A family?
Stupid questions, she told herself as she stripped off and stepped into the shower. Ones with answers she shouldn’t care about, shouldn’t even consider. She twisted the taps on and let the water stream hotly over her. Many of the villa’s bathrooms looked as if their plumbing was at least fifty years old, but she’d found a renovated one on the upstairs hallway, and she revelled in the strong stinging spray.
Until the door opened.