‘What?’ My head snaps up.
‘Anna’s my assistant.’ He frowns as he pulls away, narrowly avoiding one of the more persistent yelling figures. ‘She led me to believe you were a man.’
I’m not exactly sure what he could mean by that, and ask instead, ‘And you’re...’ I swallowhisname. Will I ever be able to speak it without a sob?
‘Kit,’ he confirms, his gaze sliding my way.Expression unreadable. ‘His twin.’ There’s no need to ask how he currently feels about that.
‘Why are they here?’
‘I gather they were tipped off by someone in the village. Something about your husband,’ he adds questioningly. But he doesn’t push and he doesn’t speak again, camera flashes following us along the driveway until we turn right on to the road.
‘Where are we going?’
‘Where ever you’d like. It’s just, the way you shot out of the house, I thought the car might be best.’
‘She’s pregnant,’ I say—sob—as an explanation, it seems to suffice, and yet he still answers softly.
‘I know.’
‘Why would you help me? Why would they think—you and I?’
‘Are an item?’ In the dark car, I think I see a glimmer of humour in his gaze. ‘They were at the house when I arrived. Apparently,no commentand helping you into the car is enough to their mind. Fishing, no doubt. Do you know what this is all about?’
‘They said my husband isn’t dead, I think. I don’t know, but if he isn’t he owes an awful lot of people a great deal of money.’
Kit’s eyes flick back to the road again. ‘Jesus Christ,’ he says, wiping a hand down his face. ‘Why is nothing simple with him?’ Then, after a beat, ‘We should decide where you’re going. Do you have a friend who can stay with you? Somewhere quiet?’
‘No. I’ll be fine,’ I answer without really hearing, because fine is something way beyond the horizon right now.
‘Best for you to not be alone.’ This time his eyes find mine briefly, the suggestion of pity there. Pity I don’t want, even as I turn my head to the window and begin to quietly sob.
