Chapter Twenty-Two
Sitting on the train he felt a slight pang of guilt – she’d be devastated if she knew the real reason he wanted to get back.
All the seats were window seats on this train, and Bill sat down to appreciate the panorama, even though it was almost dark.
The only luggage he carried was his attaché case, having managed to make his life in Zurich as separate and independent to his life in Kristalldorf as possible.
In his city apartment, Bill had all the suits, shirts, underwear and pyjamas he needed for the working week.
In Kristalldorf his wardrobe was full of chinos, sweatshirts, thick jumpers and mountainwear, plus a couple of tuxes for galas, balls and events.
He didn’t need to carry anything between the two homes, apart from his laptop, phone and wallet.
As Bill set his attaché case down on the seat opposite and the mostly empty train pulled out of the station, he pondered the weekend.
The mad wedding; a rare family weekend trip to Italy and a moment for him and Lexy to relax, although that was harder because the count had invited the kids too.
And the pressure of the wedding, and making such an impression on everyone, seemed to stress Lexy out even more.
Still, there was the good old-fashioned English roast dinner, cooked for him by the new nanny.
As Bill felt the pleasure of that in his stomach, he pondered Emme.
She seemed OK. A bit pretty for his liking, but in a peachy, sexy, fresh-faced way.
And Jesus, did she make a mean Yorkshire pudding.
The kids would warm to her eventually, when they had got over all the upheaval of the past ten days.
And then he thought about her. And what the hell had happened. And how Lexy had gone mad. But Bill Harrington just couldn’t get Jenny Jones out of his head.