It’s no good, I can’t have them sharing a room; it might raise too many questions about Topaz’s integrity later on. I feel protective of her already, even though all I know about her so far is that she has swelling breasts and long legs.
Mind you, talking of integrity, I don’t know how we’re going to get her away from Terence without making her appear fickle. I’m starting to feel protective of him, too, and don’t want him to be hurt. It feels like being the parent of a toddler all over again.
Part 4 (by Oliver)
No. The beach glimmered silver and the breezes still teased the bougainvillia blossom that fringed the shore, but the only thing that betrayed Cleft’s presence was a scuffle of sand and a trail of his large footprints leading out of sight.
‘Dear.’ Terence’s soft voice was surprisingly – annoyingly – close. Topaz turned and sighed at the sight of his pyjamas buttoned high, his eyes squinting slightly as they always did when he had taken off his spectacles.
‘Beddy-byes for you,’ he said. ‘We’ve an early start tomorrow, if we’re to get to the building site by nine. I’ve arranged for the foreman to meet us at the bottom of the mountain so that he can drive us up in his jeep. Mustn’t be late for him.’
Funny how suddenly things change, thought Topaz. Yesterday she had been excited at the prospect of seeing the site of the house Terence was building for her high in the mountains. Now that she knew what excitement really felt like, the house had lost its allure.
‘All right,’ she said, flatly. ‘Good night, Terence.’ And she went into the adjoining bedroom and closed the door.
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