‘That her brother-in-law is a feckless scumbag with the morals of an amoeba.’
He cocked an eyebrow.
She sighed. ‘I wanted to write that but until we’ve got the finances sorted I’m not prepared to risk her ripping your head off.’
‘That’s decent of you,’ he said drily.
She speared him with another poisonous glare then hit send. ‘I’ve apologised for leaving the christening without saying goodbye. I’ve also told her I cadged a lift off you to the airport. Someone was bound to have seen us leave together.’
‘Are you worried people will talk?’ Pepe didn’t sound worried. If anything, he sounded bored.
‘Nope.’ Let them think what they liked. The truth would come out. It always did. And when the truth came out, people would see that, beneath the charming, affable exterior, Pepe Mastrangelo was a horrid specimen of a man. ‘I don’t want Grace worrying, that’s all.’
It crossed her mind, not for the first time, that she should have gone to Grace for help. In normal circumstances Cara would have gone to Grace, but when she’d found out she was pregnant, Grace had been in hiding, going through her own troubles. So, she’d told her mother, but her mam was going through yet another of her new husband’s infidelities and so hadn’t been particularly interested other than on a superficial level. Not that Cara had expected anything else from the woman who had given birth to her.
But then Luca had tracked Grace down and now the pair of them were madly in love and in a bubble of happiness. It would have been the perfect opportunity to ask for help.
Grace would have given her money and anything else she needed, no questions asked. But Cara wouldn’t have been able to keep it contained and the whole sordid story would have come out, and then God knew what would have happened.
In any case, her child was not her friend’s responsibility. It was Pepe’s.
And this mess was not of Grace’s making. This was all on her, Cara. And the feckless playboy, of course.
It was too late to go to Grace for help now. Pepe would undoubtedly turn to Luca, who in turn would put pressure on his wife not to give Cara any financial help. Grace was so loved up at the moment she would probably comply. At the very least it would cause friction between them.
Thanks to Pepe, she couldn’t turn to the one person she needed.
The steward, who was still making checks and pretending not to listen to their conversation, finally disappeared into a separate cabin.
‘How are your thighs?’ Pepe asked. If he was fazed about anything, he had yet to show it.
‘Not too bad.’ The salve he had given her had been bliss to apply. He’d also given her a wrap that resembled cling film to place on it too. He’d been so... Concerned was the wrong word but it was the closest for the way he’d treated her wounds. Not that he’d treated her with the same consideration.
How could someone be so gentle and at the same time be so horribly uncaring? That was part of what had tipped her over the edge and set the waterworks off.
‘You should take the trousers off. I’m sure it can’t help with the material rubbing against it.’
‘They’re fine.’ No way was she taking any of her clothes off within a ten-mile radius of him ever again.