Wish Upon a Star by Sarah Morgan Page B

‘We’ll be fine.’
    But would she? Christy wondered.
    It had been so long since she’d spent an evening with Alessandro that she didn’t quite know what they were going to talk about.
    Alessandro took her to a noisy, Spanish tapas bar in the middle of town.
    Disappointed that he hadn’t chosen somewhere quiet and romantic, Christy slid into her chair and reached for a menu.
    ‘We used to come here a lot when we first met—do you remember?’
    ‘The service was quick and what with the hospital and the mountain rescue team, we never had enough time.’ Alessandro turned to the hovering waiter and ordered in Spanish.
    Christy closed the menu and tried not to mind that he hadn’t asked what she wanted.
    It was just the way Alessandro was, she thought with weary resignation. The dominant male. Always strong and controlling. At times, it was wonderful. In A and E, with a desperately sick patient, his astonishing leadership qualities saved lives. At home, just occasionally, it would be nice if he showed an interest in her views.
    ‘So…’ He lounged back in his chair and surveyed her across the table, his eyes glittering dark in the dim light of the restaurant, ‘how are you enjoying being back in A and E?’
    Given her thoughts of a few moments earlier, Christy was surprised he’d asked. ‘I… Well, I really like it.’
    ‘You’re good.’
    ‘And that surprises you?’
    He gave a slow smile. ‘No. What surprises me is that you seem to have forgotten nothing in the time that you’ve been away.’
    Should she confess that it had surprised her, too? ‘I suppose I worked there for so long that some of it is second nature.’ She took a deep breath. ‘Do you hate having me there?’
    ‘It is impossible to hate someone who makes your working life easier,’ he drawled, lifting his glass of wine. ‘With so many people off sick and others inexperienced, it becomes difficult to deliver your best performance.’
    ‘And that’s so important, isn’t it?’
    ‘Of course.’ He gave a shrug. ‘The patient deserves no less.’
    ‘That’s true. But the patients are not your whole life. What about me?’ Her voice was soft. ‘Didn’t our marriage deserve the same attention?’
    His broad shoulders tensed. ‘We’re going to talk about this now? All right, let’s talk about this now.’ His eyes narrowed and his fingers tightened around the glass. ‘We both had busy lives—’
    ‘With no time for each other.’ She folded her hands in her lap and looked him in the eye, determined to have her say. Determined not to let him intimidate her. ‘Do you know how many times I scraped your dinner into the bin during the twelve years of our marriage, Alessandro?’
    ‘My working hours are unpredictable, it’s true, but—’
    ‘How many times did we sit down together and talk during the week?’
    ‘At the dinner table, rarely,’ he admitted, ‘but always we were in the same bed at night.’
    The remark was so typical of him that she gave a wry smile. ‘That’s just sex, Alessandro.’
    One ebony brow swooped upwards in silent mockery. ‘Just sex, querida ?’
    Her stomach rolled and fire licked through her veins. She wasn’t going to think about sex now, she told herself frantically. She wasn’t going to remember what it was like to be in bed with Alessandro. He was a spectacular lover.
    ‘A relationship takes more than an encounter in the bedroom to keep it alive,’ she said huskily, and he studied her in brooding silence.
    ‘And that’s why you left? You felt neglected? I didn’t ask you about your day often enough?’
    ‘I don’t think you ever asked me about my day. You’rea great father, a skilled and talented doctor, a fantastic climber…’ She swallowed. ‘But—’
    ‘But I’ve been a lousy husband,’ Alessandro drawled softly, and she shook her head quickly.
    ‘Not lousy, no.’ She gripped her glass. ‘But you’re so driven, so focused on what you do and… I suppose I feel as