From Venice With Love: Secrets of Castillo del Arco. Alison Roberts

indicated, Natania packing their lunch into the basket, Marco by her side helping. They were a team, the two of them, almost inseparable; she stopped dead, feeling like an intruder again. Feeling jealous. Not of Natania, exactly, for she wasn’t interested in Marco. But she wanted to feel Raoul close by her side, wanted to enjoy such simple intimacies with him.

      ‘So you found him?’ Natania said, noticing her, brushing her hands together and setting her gypsy bangles jangling before she reached for a bowl of salad topped with fat red tomatoes.

      ‘Thank you, yes; he’s just gone to get something.’

      ‘You will like the cove,’ she said. ‘It is very private. Very intimate. You can swim naked and nobody will see you.’

      If Gabriella blushed any more she was likely to end up in the salad instead of eating it. ‘Good to know. Maybe when it’s warmer.’