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sixteen?'
    'Of course not.' He got up and came over to her, drawing her against him with gentle hands. 'Love, if I've upset you, I'll cut my throat. It's just so—frustrating sometimes, having you so near. Probably your father was right to say what he did to me. He certainly seemed to know more about what I'd be feeling than I did.'
    He kissed her again, but this time the caress was deliberately light. When he let her go, Joanna stood on tiptoe and brushed his mouth with hers.
    'You're so wrong, Tony,' she murmured. 'I don't want another dominating man. I want a real partnership.'
    'I'll just have to hope that's what you continue to want,' he said, firmly putting her away from him.
'I
could use a drink. I'll go and see what the others want.'
    While he was gone, Joanna tidied away the charts and collected some cans of iced lager from the refrigerator unit in the galley. She wanted a few moments to allow her emotions to calm down before she presented herself on deck.
    She was startled and a little worried by Tony's outburst. Startled, because of the sudden depth of feeling he had displayed and worried by the possibility of future friction between her father and himself.
    She sighed. Maybe the close proximity they had been forced into since the cruise began had something to do with it. It was a strain with the four of them living so close together. They had all become edgy, and an evening ashore even with Calista's limited night life might be good for them all, she thought optimistically.
     
    Hours later she was convinced of it. Surrounded by a shouting, laughing crowd, bumped and pushed but loving every minute of it, she danced to every beat record that the
trattoria's
ancient jukebox could provide. She had dressed with daring simplicity in a pair of stark white trousers, fitting closely over her hips and flaring towards the ankles, and a brief halter-necked black top which made the most of her tan. She had caught her slightly waving mass of coppery hair up off her neck, securing it with a black velvet ribbon. Her wide hazel eyes sparkled, partly through excitement and partly because of the rough red wine which was Calista's most acceptable drink.
    She knew she was the cynosure of every male eye, and the knowledge delighted her. She was delighted too at the way Tony stuck determinedly to her side, making sure that no one got an opportunity to pester her. There was an expression in his eyes when he looked at her that made the back of her neck tingle pleasurably. She even found herself wondering whether it would be possible for them to return to the boat on their own for a time. She knew what she was inviting, and the thought made her pulses throb uncertainly. Was that what she wanted, or was she merely letting the wine and the music take over? Suddenly she didn't know any more, and when Tony reached out and took her into his arms on the crowded space between the tables that served as a dance floor, her hands came up at once to push him away.
    'Darling, don't be silly. It's the wrong sort of music for that.'
    'Oh, Jo, I want you,' he said huskily.
    'What we both want is more wine,' she spoke lightly, trying to dispel the awkward moment, caught suddenly in two minds and uncertain which one to choose. 'Come on, I'm parched. We'll go back to the table.' She edged her way, laughing and acknowledging greetings and frankly appreciative comments as she went.
    Tony followed, his good-looking face mutinous. 'I don't like hearing you spoken to like that.'
    'Like what?' She looked at him over her shoulder. 'Don't tell me you could understand what they were saying.'
    'I don't have to be a language expert to read their minds,' he retorted sullenly.
    'Well, what people are thinking is a matter of supreme indifference to me,' she flung at him as they joined Paul and Mary, who were sitting at a candlelit table in the corner making rather laborious conversation interspersed with many gestures with two local fishermen.
    They rose and bowed