‘I haven’t eaten all day. And the food in the hotel last night wasn’t to my taste. I have to try this curry sauce.’ And he started to tuck in, while Cariad sat and stared at him. She thought that looking at his face was like viewing a piece of iridescent glass which shifted colours at the tiniest tilt of angle. Franco reminded her of Henry Cavill, of Sean Connery, then a moment later of Christopher Reeve . . . maybe even, he was a little Fabio-esque from all those romantic book covers, with a hint of Raul Cruz, the chef from the TV who made her mother fan her face whenever he appeared on a cookery programme. ‘What’s the matter?’ Franco asked, when he became aware of the heat of her gaze. ‘I think I’m either dreaming or someone has slipped some LSD into my system.’ ‘Just eat. The curry sauce really is very good,’ said Franco, pointing to her plate as if he were her mother. Cariad picked up her knife and fork and sliced into the batter surrounding the fish.
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