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Close Encounters Like No Other

Beth was dismayed to feel a stranger touch her arm, a split-second touch that made her stop as she walked from the rental car and was making her way to the hotel’s entrance, her suitcase wheels rattling on the tarmac.

“Hey!” was all she cried out, her shrill voice making her husband, John, turn. A young couple stood close to his wife. “Oh! Thank you, I didn’t know it had fallen out of my bag.”

“I guess not,” the young man smiled as she took her travel purse from his outstretched hand. “I should have simply said something and not touched your arm to get your attention. Sorry if I scared you.”

“It’s okay,” she answered holding his look upon her for an instant. “I wondered what was happening. No harm’s been done.”

“But we’ve met,” the guy said smoothly.

The couple were well-dressed, smart but casual, and had made some allowances for the warmth of the day. They were successful, that she could see, otherwise the nightly room charge would be beyond the reach of a couple their age, in their early thirties she thought.

They had arrived at the hotel at the same time, in the early afternoon, and were dismayed at the sight, how the building seemed to cling to the cliff face of jagged rock and with the Mediterranean Sea far below. It was a beautifully furnished boutique hotel, on the Amalfi coast, and one that they had believed would hold few attractions for a young couple they had smiled at and then introduced themselves to, as they all signed in.

“John and Beth ...

... Fullerton,” she said, a hand gracefully pushing back the tumble of her shoulder-length, straw-blonde, hair which was showing signs of grey but the sight of which, John had said, gave her a stately grace.

“Calum and Josie Taylor,” the engaging young woman smiled at each of them, her auburn hair, with reddish highlights, plaited in a ponytail that allowed John to study her slender face as she too signed the register, her husband Callum looking on.

John met his wife’s look, if only for an instant, and saw Beth arch her eyebrows as she smiled at him. He understood what lay behind that gaze, for she would not have missed the approving glance of Josie on him; nor, perhaps, what he had taken in of the young woman. She would have taken in John’s cobalt blue shirt that he wore with his pale cream, lightweight, linen suit, his choice letting everyone know that his standards would not slip, even on holiday and with her by his side. Tan woven leather slip-ons finished the summer holiday look that he sought.

“I’ll be glad to get out of my travelling clothes and relax,” Beth ventured, “and then to have a look around and see if the place is as the web pictures showed.”

“Yes, seeing is believing,” John smiled in reply and intended to engage the young couple in conversation. He was already into the young woman before him,

“We picked the place on a whim…we saw a last-minute deal and went for it,” Josie offered, clutching her big straw bag under one arm. She turned as Callum said ...