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AS SOON as the plane touched down, the co-pilot returned to open the door and release the stairs. As they left the plane, Katie saw the statuesque blonde slip a piece of paper to Fabio. Her contact details, no doubt.

Lucy let out a squeal of delight and almost ran down the steep steps towards a slim, elegant woman and a stocky man, who had to be her parents from the delighted expressions on their faces.

Lucy’s father swung her into his arms and held her tight, whilst her mother smothered her with kisses.

Katie hesitated at the bottom of the stairs, reluctant to intrude. Tears clogged her throat as she watched their emotional family reunion, suddenly stricken by a sense of loneliness and longing.

But she couldn’t let her personal feelings overwhelm her—she was here to do a job—and perform it professionally. Forcing herself to breathe slowly and evenly, Katie regained her composure. Besides, what would it be like to have a child not knowing how long she’d be with you? Unbearable. As bad as having a son or brother or any loved one in a war zone. Life had taught her one thing. Happiness wasn’t guaranteed and even this couple, for all their fame and fortune, weren’t immune to the roll of the dice. Katie prayed Lucy’s parents would have their daughter for a long, long time to come.

‘Fabio.’ Amelia walked towards them, hand held outstretched. She seemed pleased, even relieved to see him. He bent to let her kiss him on both cheeks. ‘How lovely to see you again,’ Amelia said. ‘We can’t thank you enough for coming.’

Amelia looked elegantly cool in a vanilla-white trouser suit with just the merest pink lace of her camisole peeking out. She was made up but no amount of make-up could hide the fear and sadness in her eyes. She turned to Katie and held out her hand. ‘Miss Simpson, I can’t tell you how delighted I am that you could come too. Lucy has been dy …’ she bit her lip ‘… longing to see her daddy race, but we couldn’t bring her. Until now. I’m told that you are an expert in the field of physio for CF.’

‘I’m happy to be here too, Mrs Hargreaves. I gave Lucy her physio on the plane. Didn’t I, Luce?’

‘Please, do call me Amelia.’ She knelt beside her daughter. ‘Did you sleep on the plane, sweet pea?’

‘Yes. A little.’

‘Hey, Fabio!’ Mark called out. ‘Great to see you again.’

Katie watched as the two men greeted each other warmly, hugging and slapping each other on the back. Fabio clearly had a stronger relationship with the family than most doctors did with patients and their families.

After introductions all round, Mark gathered Lucy up into his arms again. ‘Sorry I have to leave you straight away, sweetie, but there’s a team meeting I have to attend.’ Giving his wife a lingering kiss, Mark sketched a wave and jumped into a low-slung sports car, then roared away.

‘I’ll take you to the yacht,’ Amelia said. ‘The firm my husband races for has given us sole use of it for however long we need, whenever we need it. There’s plenty of room. I hope you’ll be comfortable.’

They all piled into the back of a stretch limo. The limo was another first for Katie and she sank back in the leather seat.

As Lucy chatted away to her mother, Katie stared out of the darkened rear windows of the car. She had heard about Monaco. With its international reputation for being the playground of the rich and famous, who hadn’t?

It was like being on a film set. Sleek sports cars purred around. She didn’t know the names of most of them, but they could have come straight out of a James Bond movie. Most of them were open to the sunshine and were driven by men and women who looked as if they’d just stepped out of the pages of a glossy magazine or starred in that same movie.

Fabio found himself tuning out from Lucy’s excited chatter, watching Katie instead. Every now and again, her eyes would light up and then just as quickly she would bite her lip and look anxious. It was extraordinary—and curiously refreshing—to see every reaction reflected in her face. Most women he knew thought it gauche to show emotion, especially to reveal that they were anything but bored by their surroundings. Katie Simpson intrigued him.

Not that she was his cup of tea. She was prim and serious in her buttoned-up suit, and there was that disconcerting shadow in her eyes. He liked his women sophisticated and, well, to put it frankly, not too deep.

And there were definitely deep layers to Katie Simpson. He had yet to meet someone who didn’t enjoy talking about themselves but it was obvious that she was the exception to the rule. There were times on the plane when he could have sworn she was hiding something. Back there on the tarmac, he’d seen sadness wash over her face as she’d witnessed the Hargreaves’ reunion. Was she recovering from a broken heart? A jilted lover, perhaps? It was a possibility. So that sealed it. Even if she had been his type, he would never have an affair with a vulnerable woman who was on the rebound. That was a complication he could do without. And he didn’t do complicated.

Despite the evidence of wealth everywhere, nothing could have prepared Katie for the actual size of the yacht.

Moored alongside several others, it wasn’t the biggest in the bay, but it was still larger than anything Katie had ever seen. More like a small cruise ship than a pleasure boat.

‘I’ll show you to your cabins,’ Amelia said as she led them up the gangway. ‘Then, if you think Lucy’s up to it, I promised I’d take her to the track. Mark is due to start a practice session in an hour.’ Her anxious eyes found Fabio’s. ‘If you think it would be okay for Lucy to be there? You will come too, won’t you?’

Fabio touched her on the shoulder. ‘Lucy’s doing really well at the moment and of course we’ll come to the track. That’s what we’re here for.’

‘You’re such a worry-wart, Mummy,’ Lucy said. ‘I keep telling you I’m okay. There’s no way I’m not going to watch Daddy.’ The little girl’s mouth was set in a firm line. This was the determined side to Lucy Dr Cavendish had told her about. Determination was good.

‘I guess all mothers and fathers worry about their children,’ Amelia said lightly. ‘Even when they’re all grown up. It’s part of loving someone very much.’

It was true, Katie thought, her heart twisting. Unfortunately all the worrying in the world didn’t stop bad things from happening.

Amelia hooked her arm through Fabio’s, leaving Katie to follow in their wake. To her surprise she felt a small hand slip into hers. She looked down to find Lucy looking up at her.

‘Don’t be sad,’ she said. ‘I’ll look after you.’

Katie squeezed Lucy’s hand. No doubt the little girl was used to seeing the hurt in adults’ eyes. Katie gave herself a mental shake and forced a smile. For as long as she was there, she would make certain Lucy had one less adult to worry about.

‘Sure,’ Katie replied. She dropped her voice and bent to whisper in the little girl’s ear. ‘This is a bit bigger than the boat I was on as a little girl, you know.’

Lucy giggled. ‘It’s not that big, silly.’ She pulled on Katie’s arm. ‘Come and see.’

It was that big. There was a hot tub surrounded by padded seating and a raised deck for sunbathing. To the stern was a covered area where, Lucy explained, they had breakfast. A number of white-uniformed staff drifted around with trays of cool drinks and Katie helped herself to a glass of chilled freshly squeezed orange juice. It was the perfect cure for her tight, aching throat.

After showing her the top deck, Lucy led her down some steps.

The inside was even more spectacular. An enormous lounge with what looked like a working fireplace was furnished with soft white leather couches and antique pieces, including a polished rosewood table that held a silver decanter and crystal goblets. The dining room was equally impressive. A chandelier hung over a French-polished dining table with matching chairs. It was big enough to seat sixteen. Katie hardly had time to take it all in as Lucy kept pulling her along until they came to a door. Lucy opened it with a flourish.

‘This is your cabin. Dr Fabio’s is right next door. And mine is across the passage, next to Mummy and Daddy’s.’

Cabin wasn’t the word Katie would have used to describe the room. There was a double bed, a sitting area with a television and a marble bathroom with a full bath and shower. Katie, with Lucy still watching her reaction, stepped out onto a small balcony. The marina was crammed full of yachts, most of which had people on the decks either sunbathing or sipping drinks while they chatted. Katie couldn’t be sure, but she thought she recognised at least one famous actor.

‘Wow!’ she said to Lucy. She couldn’t think of anything else to say.

Suddenly the little girl seemed exhausted and she sank back on Katie’s bed. Katie was instantly alarmed. The long journey plus the excitement had taken it out of the child.

‘Tell you what,’ she said. ‘While I unpack, why don’t you have a nap on my bed before it’s time to go to the race track? Then, if you don’t feel better, I’ll ask Dr Lineham to come and have a listen to your chest.’

‘I’m okay,’ Lucy said. ‘But I will have a sleep. Don’t say anything to Mum, will you? She’s happy right now.’

Katie’s heart went out to Lucy. Along the way she had become used to pretending for her mother’s sake.

Lucy was asleep in seconds and Katie was covering her with a blanket when there was a knock on the door. She answered it and put her finger to her lips when she saw Fabio standing there. He’d changed out of his suit and into a pair of light trousers and an open-necked, short-sleeved shirt. Katie felt over dressed in her jacket and trousers.

He glanced over her shoulder and, seeing Lucy, tiptoed into the room. ‘I was just looking for her,’ he whispered. ‘How’s she doing?’

‘Exhausted, I think. I suggested she have her nap here, where I can keep an eye on her. I think it’s all been too much for her. The journey, the excitement of seeing her parents, as well as the prospect of watching her father race.’

Fabio scrutinised Lucy’s face while feeling her pulse. He straightened and smiled at Katie. ‘She’s okay. Rest is good. I’ll let Amelia know where she is.’

‘I’ll stay with her until she wakes up,’ Katie said. ‘Tell Amelia not to worry.’

Fabio nodded his head in the direction of the balcony and Katie followed him outside. He closed the door behind them.

‘It’s important we let Lucy do whatever she feels able to,’ he said. ‘It’s what she wants. Understandably her parents would prefer to wrap her in cotton wool, but Lucy has let me know in no uncertain terms that she wants to be treated as if she were any child.

‘She doesn’t want us to treat her as if she’s a patient,’ he continued. ‘She prefers to think of us as being friends of her parents, people who are here because they want to be, rather than because she’s ill. I like to think of all my patients in terms of the family and not in isolation.’

That explained Fabio’s informal and apparently casual attitude. Katie found herself revising her opinion of him once again.

‘She’s a brave girl,’ Katie said. She looked around the marina, taking in the wealth all around. ‘My guess is that her parents would give every penny they have to have her well.’

‘And you’d be right. But they can’t.’ His expression relaxed. ‘They’re really glad to have you here, you know. They wouldn’t have risked bringing Lucy out here unless they knew she could have professional physio on hand whenever she needs it. A lot of parents do the therapy themselves, but Amelia hates doing it. She’s scared she hurts Lucy.’

‘I can appreciate that, but I think we should encourage her to give it a go. I won’t always be around to do Lucy’s physio—at least, not as often as she needs it. Besides, once they learn how to do it and get confident, many parents become really good at it.’

He studied her as if he were truly seeing her for the first time and she shifted uncomfortably under the intensity of his gaze. ‘You’re a surprise, Katie Simpson, do you know that? I get the feeling that if anyone can persuade Amelia, it’ll be you.’ He looked as if he was about to add something but then he turned to leave. ‘We’ll be up on deck if you’re looking for us,’ he said.

By the time Katie had finished unpacking her few belongings and taken a shower, Lucy was awake again. Realising that her suit was totally inappropriate, Katie changed into a skirt and cotton blouse. They went back on deck to find Mark had returned and Fabio was chatting to both him and Amelia.

As soon as Amelia saw them, she rushed over to her daughter and hugged her tightly.

‘Did you have a good sleep, sweetie?’

Lucy nodded. ‘Katie let me use her bed.’

‘Daddy is going back to the track to practise. Do you want to come and watch? Or would you rather stay here and wait to see him in the race?’

‘Mummy, I said before, I’m coming and you’re not to fuss,’ Lucy said. ‘I’m okay.’ She softened her tone and smiled at her father. ‘I can’t wait to see Daddy practise.’

Mark scooped his daughter into his arms. ‘And so you will. C’mon, then. Let’s get going.’

The race track was only a short drive from the yacht, so close they could have walked, although it didn’t seem to occur to anyone to do so. No doubt they were scared of tiring their daughter unnecessarily. As soon as Katie was out of the air-conditioned car, she smelled oil and rubber.

‘Hey, Fabio. If you fancy a spin around the track, I’m sure I could arrange it.’ Mark said.

Mark had to be kidding.

But Fabio didn’t seem think so. A broad smile spread across his face. ‘Fancy it? That’s putting it mildly. I’d give my right arm for a go in one of those monsters you race.’

Mark laughed. ‘I knew you’d be up for it. Okay, then, let’s go and get you suited up.’

The two men left them to go and change.

‘Can Mark do that?’ Katie asked. ‘I mean, let Fabio have a shot at driving the car? Surely there are rules?’

Amelia smiled. ‘You’ll soon learn that one thing neither Fabio nor my husband care about are rules. They’re both adrenaline junkies.’

‘So I heard on the plane,’ Katie said. ‘Lucy said that they met BASE jumping?’

‘God, yes. I made Mark give it up as soon as I watched a video of him and Fabio doing it. It’s a crazy sport. They throw themselves off these huge cliffs and wait until they’re almost halfway down before they open their parachutes. So many people die, it’s practically outlawed in some places.’

God, it sounded even more dangerous than Fabio had made out.

Lucy was skipping ahead of them, but to be on the safe side Katie lowered her voice.

‘Aren’t you scared something will happen to Mark when he’s racing?’

Amelia’s expression darkened. ‘I’m terrified every time he goes out on that track, believe me, but he wouldn’t be the man I love if he didn’t do what he does. I couldn’t stop him anyway. All I can do is pray that he’ll stay safe.’ She smiled briefly. ‘But it’s not as dangerous as people think. At least all the cars are going in the same direction and there are ambulances and people with fire extinguishers on standby the whole time. On the whole, I’m happier with Mark racing than BASE jumping.’ She shuddered. ‘Now, that terrified me.’

It wasn’t exactly reassuring. Having a husband who was a racing driver must be close to having a brother in the army in Afghanistan. Why was it that some men needed to face danger to feel alive? Didn’t they realise the agony they put their loved ones through? But people didn’t choose who they fell in love with. Amelia had still fallen for Mark despite his chosen career, and Suzy had never tried to stop Richard from doing the job he loved either.

Katie vowed that when she fell in love it would be with someone she knew she had a good chance of growing old with.

At the race track, they were made welcome. They were offered a seat in the viewing area and a cool drink, but Lucy was keen to visit the pits, so that was where they headed.

The area was crowded with mechanics fiddling with engines and chatting. Fabio and Mark were already there, suited up in similar overalls. Fabio looked in his element.

‘I’d rather race,’ he was saying to Mark. ‘I know you’ll beat me hands down but, hey, I’ll never get another chance to race you again.’

‘You wouldn’t see me for dust, mate.’ Mark’s expression turned serious. ‘These babies are worth a small fortune, Fabio, and with your track record you have to promise me you’ll stay under a hundred and twenty. Keep behind me, but not too close. I don’t want you taking me out by accident. And we’re only doing two laps. Okay? Use the first to get used to how the car handles.’

A hundred and twenty! Were the pair of them out of their minds?

Fabio’s eyes glittered. ‘I’m not crazy, you know. I’ll take it easy, I swear.’

The men were helped into the narrow cockpits of their separate cars. With his helmet on, only Fabio’s eyes were visible. There was no mistaking the excitement in them. Katie seriously doubted he’d be able to keep himself or his car under control.

She was almost tempted to excuse herself—she really had no interest in watching her colleague fulfil a boyhood fantasy but for some reason she couldn’t bring herself to leave.

The noise of the cars revving up would have been deafening had the staff not handed out ear defenders to everyone. With one final roar of the engines and the screech of burning rubber, the two men were off and within seconds had disappeared from view, already travelling at speed.

Less than two minutes later the cars came back into view, hurtling down the track towards them. Even with the sound muffled, Katie could still hear the tremendous whine of the engines, and she could feel the ground vibrating beneath her feet. The smell of burning fuel filled the air, adding to the sense of drama and excitement. Despite herself, Katie leant forward, hands clutched with tension as she tried to make out who was in front. As they roared past, Lucy was jumping up and down with excitement.

‘Go, Daddy, go!’

Before Katie knew it, they were back and Fabio was climbing out of his car.

‘Thanks, mate,’ he said to Mark. ‘‘That was some adrenaline rush. I wish I’d tried it sooner. Maybe I should take up rally driving instead.’

Fabio obviously had nerves of steel. He looked as unruffled as if he’d just been for a Sunday drive. Totally at ease in his black and red jumpsuit, the helmet casually tucked under an arm, he oozed sex appeal. He caught her looking at him and dropped his lid in a wink. Her heart gave another awkward thump and she looked away quickly.

At least she had a colleague for a little while longer. But what was he thinking? They were here to work, not have fun.

Another roar of an engine and Mark was off again. Fabio turned to Amelia, Lucy and Katie.

‘Your dad is some driver, isn’t he, Luce?’

‘He’s the best,’ Lucy agreed. ‘I just know he’s going to win the race.’

‘Of course he will,’ Fabio said. ‘If you’ll all excuse me, I’ll go and get changed.’

‘Why don’t we get some lunch upstairs, Lucy?’ Amelia suggested. ‘We’ll be able to see Dad better from up there.’ She turned to Katie. ‘You’ll join us? Mark’ll be at least another couple of hours out on the track. They have to be sure the car is handling just right before the race.’

‘When is it?’ Katie asked.

‘Tomorrow. Then he’s off to Istanbul for the next one in a couple of weeks. Depending on how Lucy is, we might go to that one too. If you and Fabio are free to come too, that is?’ Amelia watched her daughter who had skipped on ahead. ‘You don’t know how good it feels for us to be able to spend time as a family.’ She paused and bit her lip. ‘We don’t know for sure how long Lucy might be with us, so we want to spend as much time together as possible.’

Katie touched her on the shoulder. ‘Hopefully she’ll be with you long enough to give you grey hairs. Children with CF are doing so much better now.’ And she was being truthful. These days, around half of children with CF could expect to live to their late thirties and improvements in treatment meant that babies born today with the condition could expect to live much longer. In the 1960s a child was lucky to survive much beyond his or her fifth birthday. Of course, Amelia would know all that. Not that it was likely to be of much comfort. No parent would want to dwell on the fact that it was possible they would outlive their child.

After lunch, they all returned to the yacht. Lucy was due another round of physio.

Before Katie started, Fabio checked his small patient over.

‘Chest sounds good, Luce,’ he said, returning his stethoscope to his leather medical bag.

‘Does that mean I can skip my physio?’ Lucy asked hopefully.

‘Nice try, kiddo. But you know it doesn’t.’

‘S’pose so. I need to use the bathroom first.’

While they waited for Lucy, Fabio turned to Katie. ‘There’s a drinks party this evening. I don’t know if Amelia remembered to tell you.’

The thought of spending an evening with strangers panicked Katie. Especially as it would no doubt be crowded with the outrageously rich and famous glitterati of Monaco.

‘I won’t be expected to go, surely? If you don’t mind, I’d much rather have something to eat in my room and an early night.’ It wasn’t just the thought of spending an evening with stars—she just didn’t feel up to a party. Not that she wanted to share the real reason for her reluctance with Fabio.

‘You don’t have to stay long.’ Fabio replied, leaning against her dressing table. ‘You never know, you might even enjoy yourself.’

‘I doubt it. It’s just not my … scene.’ Damn! That made her sound even more gauche and unsophisticated than she already felt.

‘If you’re worried about meeting some of the guests, believe me, they’re all just ordinary people under their confident facades.’

‘It’s easy for you to say. You’re used to this world. I’m not.’ Oh, God, was he never going to give up? ‘Anyway I didn’t think to bring anything appropriate to wear.’

His look was appreciative. ‘I think you could wear anything and still look good.’

Katie flushed. As soon as she found herself warming to him, he resorted to the playboy charm. It must come as natural to him as breathing.

‘I’m sure Amelia will lend you a dress if need be.’ He looked at his watch and turned to go. ‘I’ll let Amelia and Mark know that Lucy will be along after she’s rested.’ Then, whistling, he left Katie standing in her room, unable to think of anything to say.