added, before taking a sip of the aromatic brew in his cup.
âGetting on?â Unprepared, Marianneâs nervous glance collided into his, and her stomach jolted so violently at the sight of those searching blue eyes with their straight dark lashes that she could barely think straight for a moment.
âThe work is not too hard for you?â Eduardo elucidated.
âNot at all. Iâm enjoying it, in fact. This house is a joy! Every room I go into is a revelation.â
âAn adventure ?â His serious, well-shaped lips formed the wryest of smiles and Marianne sensed hot embarrassed colour rush into her face.
âI suppose you think thatâs childish?â
âYou think someone like me is incapable of understanding the appeal of adventure? When I was your age I would have equalled your desire for the unexpectedâ¦the turn in the road that might yield the happy unknown. Unfortunately, some times life yields the not so pleasant unexpected adventure too, and it can dampen oneâs youthful hopefulnessâ¦even destroy it for ever. Why donât you sit down for a moment and take a break?â
Pondering his surprisingly revealing comments, Marianne felt her body tense un com fort ably. âIâm sorry if some bad things happened to taint your optimism. Iknow what that feels like. But ultimatelyâdespite the things that go wrong and hurt usâwe have to go on and try to make the best of our lives, donât you think?â
âWhat if you are to blame for causing hurt to someone else?â Eduardo immediately came back at her, looking as if he genuinely wanted her answer.
âThen there is always for give ness⦠Not just from the person you hurt but more importantly to yourself .â
âHave you forgiven your father for being a drunk and not taking proper care of you?â
Hearing the bitter edge to his words, Marianne frowned, wondering if he had hurt someone who hadnât forgiven him, and was still living with too much guilt and regret over whatever had happened. âIn my heart I honestly try to,â she replied care fully. âI pity him, if you want to know. Alcoholism is a disease, and when it gets a hold itâs very hard to recover from it. He turned to drink in the first place because of the pressure on him to be a successâsomething our culture perpetually promotes. When we canât live up to it we call our selves failures. We donât need outside forces to punish us when we can do it quite beautifully on our ownâ¦my dad being a case in point.â
âAre you going to sit down for a while?â
Still pondering their revealing exchange, and perhaps a little wary that she had said too much, she quickly declined. âI wonât, if you donât mind. I need to go and prepare dinner. Ricardo has a pair of wild ducks a local farmer gave him. I thought Iâd make a nice orange sauceto go with them, and serve it with French beans and mashed potato.â
âA culinary delight to be anticipated with much pleasure, I am sure.â
âAre you suggesting that itâs not refined enough for your taste?â
âI was not being droll, Marianne. You forget I have already sampled your cooking and know that you are quite expert. I only meant what I said as a compliment.â
âOh.â She had been un consciously twirling a long strand of her hair round and round her finger, feeling increasingly on edge at not knowing what to expect from this man from one moment to the next. At the reassurance in his words she released the soft tendril sheâd been toying with and at tempted a smile. To the side of her, in its impressive marble surround, the fire hissed invitingly, and if Eduardoâs company had been less likely to put her on her guard Marianne would gladly have accepted his invitation to sit down and take a break. But, perversely, she was also looking forward to cooking her first real dinner in