‘But I do enjoy myself when I’m jotting things down. Often I only know afterwards how I’m going to use them. They dance around in my head and take on a life of their own, and who knows what may come of it?’

‘Fantastic,’ he agreed at once. ‘Throw the dice in the air and watch to see what happens.’

‘I guess that’s how you live.’

‘I like to let life surprise me, just like you. We’re alike, plenty of freedom and no ties. That’s the way to be.’

‘How do you know I have no ties?’

He shrugged. ‘You’re either free or you have a partner who’s content to sit at home while you climb mountains.’

A little devil prompted her to say primly, ‘And why not? We each follow our own path out of mutual respect.’

Renzo’s face was a picture of comical disgust. ‘Dio mio! You ought to get rid of him fast. Hell would freeze over before I let my woman risk her neck without me there.’

‘Let? Let? What century are you living in?’

‘Any century rather than one where this can happen. But you’re fooling me, aren’t you? Don’t tell me this paragon of dreary virtue actually exists.’

‘No, he doesn’t.’ Mandy gave a melodramatic sigh. ‘I just dream of meeting him.’

‘Sure you do. And it would serve you right if he turned out to be just like you described.’

‘What about you? No ties and you mean to keep it that way?’

‘For a while at any rate. Ties are all right-one day.’

‘No, I think you’ll live and die a free man, because that’s what life means to you.’

He raised his glass in salute. ‘Very clever of you.’

She lifted hers in response. ‘So be careful what you say. I see everything. I’m a witch.’

He peered at her in the shadows.

‘No,’ Renzo said softly, ‘not a witch, a cat-a sleek, graceful, green-eyed cat.’

‘Then beware my claws,’ she said, suppressing the flare of pleasure that this gave her.