CHAPTER THREE
As Lisa walked away from the girls and fell in step beside Mario, she jumped when he grabbed her hand with an abruptness that appeared almost frantic. Lisa was reminded of a drowning man reaching out, grasping at her for salvation. She smiled. It was nice to feel wanted. She felt the roughness of his palm in hers and the hard callous mounds, evidence of the hard labour involved in circus life and the many hours of training on the trapeze. She cast a shy glance in his direction. His piercing blue eyes sparkled, reminding her of glistening seawater reflected by the sun. His blond hair made him appear more Nordic than Argentinian and she found him so attractive that she couldn’t quite believe he had picked her out. As they crossed the site, the only incommodious aspect during t
