be playing tricks with her.
But she wasn’t hallucinating. Because the darkness was real. Flesh and blood. A man, his tall, broad-shouldered, lean-hipped body emphasised by the close-fitting black T-shirt and pants he was wearing, who’d appeared out of nowhere like some mythical Dark Lord, and who was now standing in front of the statue watching her.
‘Who the hell are you?’ Shock cracked her voice. ‘And what are you doing here?’
‘How odd. I was about to ask you the same.’ A low-pitched voice, faintly husky, its drawl tinged with amusement.
‘I don’t have to answer to you.’ Realising with horror that her breasts were visible, she sank down hastily, letting the water cover everything but her head and shoulders. ‘This is private property and you’re trespassing.’
‘Then that makes two of us.’ He was smiling openly now, white teeth against the tanned skin of a thin tough face. Dark curling hair that needed cutting. A wristwatch probably made from some cheap metal and a silver belt buckle providing the only relief from all that black. ‘And I wonder which of us is the most surprised.’
It occurred to her that he looked like one of the travellers who’d been such a nuisance over the winter.
They must have come back, looking for more scrap metal, thought Tavy, treading water. And he’s probably here to nick the lead from the Manor roof.
It was difficult to speak with dignity under the circumstances, but she gave it her best shot.
‘If you leave right now, I won’t report this to the authorities. But the place is being watched. There are CCTV cameras, so you won’t get away with a thing.’
‘Thanks for the warning. Although they must be well-hidden because I haven’t spotted one of them.’ Casually, he moved her pile of clothing to one side, and sat down on the plinth. ‘Perhaps you could show me a safe exit out of here. The same way you got in, maybe.’
‘And I suggest you go back the way you came, and waste no time about it.’ Tavy could feel her teeth starting to chatter and couldn’t be sure whether she was getting cold or just nervous. Or both.
‘On the other hand,’ he said. ‘This is a charming spot and I’m in no particular hurry.’
It’s both, thought Tavy. No doubt about it. Plus the kind of hideous jaw-clenching embarrassment you only encounter in nightmares.
‘However, I am,’ she said, trying to speak levelly. Reasonably. ‘So I’d really like to put my clothes back on.’
He indicated the pile of garments beside him. ‘Be my guest.’
‘But without you looking on.’ Because she’d rather freeze or get caught in the weeds and drown than have to walk out of the water naked in front of him.
He was smiling again. ‘And how do you know I wasn’t watching while you took them off?’ he enquired gently.
She swallowed past the sudden tightness in her throat. ‘Were—you?’
‘No.’ He had the unmitigated gall to make it sound regretful. ‘But I’m sure there’ll be other occasions,’ he added unforgivably, then paused as soft chimes sounded, reaching into his pocket for his mobile phone.
‘Hi,’ he said. ‘Yes, everything’s fine. I’ll be with you shortly.’
He disconnected and rose. ‘Saved by the bell,’ he commented.
‘You certainly have been,’ Tavy said curtly. ‘I was considering charging you with sexual harassment.’
‘Just for a little gentle teasing?’ He shook his head. ‘I don’t think so. Because you’d have to tell the police exactly where you were and what you were doing. And somehow, my little trespasser, I don’t think you’d want that.’
He blew her a kiss. ‘See you around,’ he said and sauntered off without a backward glance.
CHAPTER TWO
F OR A WHILE Tavy stayed where she was, waiting until she could be totally sure he had gone. Then, and only then, she swam to the bank and climbed out, her legs shaking under her.
She would normally have dried off in the sun, but this time she dragged her