she murmured.
Renzo nodded. ‘The mountains may endanger you, but they’re never trivial.’
‘And even the danger—’ She stopped and drew in a breath of pure satisfaction.
‘You too? Yes, it’s true. There’s pleasure in going to the edge—perhaps closer than you should—’
‘The moment when you feel you might just have gone too far,’ she murmured, ‘but you get away with it.’
‘There’s nothing like it,’ he agreed appreciatively. ‘And then you’re a winner, ruler of the world. And next time—’
He stopped and their eyes met.
‘Should you be talking to me like this?’ she asked humorously. ‘You—teacher. Me—pupil. Surely you should be preaching safety, not leading me astray with the delights of danger?’
‘You’re already “astray” or you wouldn’t have known what I meant so quickly,’ he said. ‘But you’re right. I shouldn’t talk like that, and I wouldn’t to anyone else. I rely on you not to repeat it.’
‘I promise,’ she said and they chinked glasses.
‘Especially him!’ Renzo added as Henry’s bellow reached them from inside. It was clear that he was heading towards them.
‘Is that the time?’ Mandy asked hastily, rising. ‘I think I’ll get an early night.’
She was annoyed with Henry, who’d ruined a moment she was enjoying. The discovery that Renzo had hidden depths had opened a new path that might have been fun to explore. Best of all had been the understanding that had flashed between them. He was the last man with whom she would have expected this, which only made it more intriguing.
But she remembered that they would only be together for a few days. Then he would return to his country and she to hers, and that would be that.
Next day the weather was good and they travelled fast. With every step the air became clearer and brighter, and the peaks seemed tantalizingly closer.
‘It’s like we could get to the top today,’ Mandy breathed when they were halfway up.
‘That nearness is an illusion,’ Renzo said. ‘You’ve been in the mountains before, you should know all about the illusions.’
‘True,’ she said. ‘So many different ones—’
‘Yes, and after a while everything seems unreal—or maybe it’s real—but how can you know when your surroundings seem to come and go? Are they near or far? What will it be like finding out? Or will we ever be able to find out at all?’
‘Hey, you’re a poet,’ she said, grudgingly impressed.
‘Nonsense,’ he said hastily. ‘I’m a seriousminded man, who disapproves of levity. And stop looking at me like that, you little cat. Sometimes I have to be serious—’
‘Or pretend to be.’
‘Or pre— Will you shut up, please? Listen to what I say, and be careful about false impressions.’
‘But maybe not all the impressions are false.’
‘Most of them out here are. Don’t get sentimental, just concentrate.’
‘Yes, sir!’ Mandy gave an exaggerated salute.
‘Behave yourself!’
This time she didn’t answer in words, but her eyes said everything. He turned away quickly, yelling, ‘All right everyone, are we ready?’
Renzo went round the others, checking ropes, and Mandy gave a small, private smile. Without meaning to, she’d touched on a side of him that he preferred to keep private. Interesting. Very, very interesting.
They went further that day and finished up in a ‘hut’ that was an improvement on the last. Instead of dormitories with bunks, there were double rooms with comfortable beds. The food was excellent, and after a rewarding meal everyone gathered in the main room where a man was playing an accordion.
At first the dancing was boisterous, but after a while the tone softened and the crowd divided into couples. Joan, Mandy was amused to notice, had two suitors to chose from—three, if you included Henry, which nobody did.
Joan’s choice finally fell on a handsome young man called Peter. They circled the floor smoochily, then vanished together and weren’t seen again.
Renzo danced with every girl on his expedition, except Mandy, who was so occupied he couldn’t get near her.
What she hadn’t told Renzo the night before was that she’d once wanted to be a dancer and had taken lessons. She’d given it up when she’d realized she had only a modest talent, but she still loved to dance, and suddenly the legacy of her training had kicked in. She could manage the fastest speeds, the most intricate steps, and men were soon queuing up to partner her.
One, a Frenchman called Marcel, was her equal. Together they hurled themselves about the floor, twisting, writhing, together and apart, while the others stopped dancing to stand back and watch.
They were Spanish dancers, clicking imaginary castanets, gazing passionately into each other’s eyes. Then the rhythm changed, became rock ’n’ roll, and he began to fling her up and around his shoulders. When the music crashed to a finish, she was lying back in his arms in a theatrical simulation of abandon. The applause was loud.
Marcel gave her a neat bow and set about turning his advantage to gold with the ladies who were converging on him. Slightly breathless, she smiled at her next partner, approaching her with his hands outstretched. But he was eased determinedly out of the way by Renzo.
‘Boss’s privilege,’ he said. ‘Mandy, I can’t compete with your last partner, but I’ll do my best.’
‘Suppose I don’t want to dance with you?’
‘Doesn’t matter,’ he said with mock gravity. ‘I have to distribute my favours equally. You’re the only one left, and I can’t have you being a wallflower, can I?’
‘Wallflower? Me?’
But his eyes were gleaming with fun, and she thumped his shoulder lightly.
‘Cheeky so-and-so,’ she said. ‘I don’t know why anyone puts up with you.’
‘I’m irresistible, hadn’t you heard?’
‘No, and if I do hear, I’ll tell them different.’
‘That’s my girl.’
Renzo drew her close, sighing dramatically in a way that made her want to giggle. The music had become a waltz, and as he guided her smoochily around the floor she realized that she was being stared at again, this time with envy. ‘There’s no need to overdo it,’ she murmured.
‘You don’t understand. I’m expected to overdo it.’
‘Ah, yes, just doing your duty. Otherwise, of course, nothing would make you dance with me.’
‘I wouldn’t go quite that far. A very large sum of money might persuade me.’
‘I’ll kick your shins in a minute.’
He was an excellent dancer and she fell easily into step with him.
‘You’re not playing your part,’ he said after a while. ‘You should be gazing adoringly into my eyes.’
Glancing up, she found his face closer than she’d expected and drew a sudden sharp breath.
‘That’s better,’ he murmured.
‘Watch it,’ she murmured back. ‘I’m in a dangerous mood.’
‘Wonderful! A woman is never so interesting as when she’s dangerous.’
Mandy