Leon had said he would be in on the six o'clock boat; it was now half-past nine and Savvas had been keeping the dinner hot for well over an hour. Broodingly, she turned into the room behind her, a deep sigh escaping her as she sank into the cushions on the couch. She was destined to be unlucky in love; this she accepted with fatalistic conviction as she dwelt first on Ricky and the way he had let her down, and then on Leon, who, having captured her heart in no time at all, was also letting her down. Helena had said she was having nothing more to do with him, but obviously they had had an assignment. Leon had stayed with her last night; she hadn't sent him away, for if this were the case he would have returned last evening. Was he staying again tonight? Suddenly Tara was overwhelmed by an inferiority complex. Both Ricky and Leon had found other women more attractive and desirable than she. With Leon, it served her right. Hadn't she vowed, after being let down by Ricky, that she was finished with men for ever?
