DAY 10. AT SEA. EVENING.
What is it about me with Martin? Genevieve asked herself, as later that evening he made his way towards her in the bar where she and Peter had come to listen to a trio of violinists.
‘Gin and tonic isn’t it?’ Martin asked, handing Genevieve a drink.
‘Yes, thank you. Would you like to join us?’
So polite! She thought. Now you’re stuck with his whining.
Martin sat for a moment, listening to the music. Peter paid him little attention, hardly taking his eyes off the musicians. Then Martin began.
‘You and Thomas are thick as thieves, aren’t you?’
‘I suppose so.’ Genevieve was tentative. Where was this going and why was Martin here? ‘I like him. I enjoy his company. I’m not crazy about cruise holidays, so I’m glad I’ve found someone to talk to.’
‘Don’t you find h
