Who Rides the Tiger by Anne Mather Read Free Book Online

watching them, too, a strange expression on his face.
    'John!' she protested, at last. 'Let me get my breath!'
    John gave her a final hug and then, keeping his arm across her shoulders, walked with her across to Salvador.
    'Thanks, Salvador,' he said casually. 'Sorry about the mess-up! But these things happen, don't they?'
    'It was nothing, senhor ,' replied Salvador carefully.
    Dominique noticed that his voice was cold. Obviously, like his master, he didn't like John much either.
    Then they were free to go, and John was leading her across to a low slung blue car and putting her case into the back.
    'Well?' he said, spreading his hands. 'What do you think of it?'
    Dominique shook her head. She was not yet over her first impressions of John, and his question made her aware of how engrossed she had been with her own feelings to the exclusion of everything else.
    'I - I haven't had a chance to take much in yet,' she exclaimed. 'But from the air it was beautiful. It's amazing to think that such a place could flourish here, among these mountains.'
    'Yes, isn't it? Still, you'll soon get used to it. I've been offered a permanent post here and I'm seriously thinking of accepting it.'
    Dominique gave him a faint smile. 'Are you? I thought you only expected to be here about two years.'
    'So I did,' replied John, turning on the ignition, and starting the engine. 'But like I said, they've offered me a better position, and I like it here now I've got used to it. Oh, I know it's a bit isolated, and some people don't like the country, but I do. And I'd like to see a lot more of it. I thought we'd take the opportunity on our honeymoon of exploring a bit of the interior. We can hire almost everything we need - tents, sleeping bags, cooking equipment and so on.'
    Dominique wrinkled her nose. 'I thought we were going to Petropolis.'
    'We were. But this is more exciting, don't you think?'
    'I don't know,' said Dominique doubtfully, and it was left at that.
    They drove along the Rua Carioca towards the outskirts of the city, and Dominique said: 'Where is your apartment?'
    'Not far from here. But we're not going there. The Raw- lings have a house, just outside of town, and they've invited us both for lunch. That's who you are staying with, you remember?'
    'Of course.' Dominique nodded, quelling the feeling of disappointment she felt that she was not to have some time alone with John for a while yet. There were so many things they needed to talk about, and she felt she needed to get to know him all over again. He seemed much different from the well-dressed, gentle young man she had known in England, and it was a little disturbing to realize you were going to marry someone in five weeks who had become a stranger to you. Still, she argued with herself, they would soon change that once they were alone together.
    The Rawlings' house was detached but unobtrusive, without any of the expensive embellishments she had noticed on some of the houses here from the air. Inside, it was dull and unimaginative, and after meeting Marion Rawlings Dominique didn't have to wonder why.
    Marion Rawlings was a woman of about thirty-five, with wheat-coloured hair that could have looked very attractive but didn't. She wore very old-fashioned dresses, which fell well below her knees, making Dominique supremely conscious of the shortness of her own skirt which had not seemed at all daring back in London, or Rio either for that matter.
    She greeted Dominique with a lack of enthusiasm that was rather daunting, but her husband, Harry, more than made up for it, shaking hands with Dominique vigorously, while his rather narrow-spaced eyes viewed the attractive picture she made with a rather embarrassing intensity. Dominique decided she was not going to find the five weeks before her wedding passing very quickly.
    The Rawlings had three children, all in their teens, a girl of thirteen, one of fourteen, and a boy of sixteen. They were friendly enough, asking questions about London,