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something hiss through the air, felt an unexpected flick of pain in her arm. She leapt up from her chair as the two men slammed to the ground near her feet.
    At the next table, the Italians were also out of their chairs, pointing and shouting. The bodies on the ground rolled over and over, toppling tables, sending sugar bowls crashing to the stone terrace. Willy was lost in utter confusion. What was happening? Why was that idiot fighting with a Thai businessman?
    Both men staggered to their feet. The Thai kicked high, his heel thudding squarely into the other man’s belly. The American doubled over, groaned and landed with his back propped up against the terrace wall.
    The Thai vanished.
    By now the Italians were hysterical.
    Willy scrambled through the fallen chairs and shattered crockery and crouched at the man’s side. Already a bruise the size of a golf ball had swollen his cheek. Blood trickledalarmingly from his torn lip. “Are you all right?” she cried.
    He touched his cheek and winced. “I’ve probably looked worse.”
    She glanced around at the toppled furniture. “Look at this mess! I hope you have a good explanation for— What are you doing?” she demanded as he suddenly gripped her arm. “Get your hands off me!”
    â€œYou’re bleeding!”
    â€œWhat?” She followed the direction of his gaze and saw that a shocking blotch of red soaked her sleeve. Droplets splattered to the flagstones.
    Her reaction was immediate and visceral. She swayed dizzily and sat down smack on the ground, right beside him. Through a cottony haze, she felt her head being shoved down to her knees, heard her sleeve being ripped open. Hands probed gently at her arm.
    â€œEasy,” he murmured. “It’s not bad. You’ll need a few stitches, that’s all. Just breathe slowly.”
    â€œGet your hands off me,” she mumbled. But the instant she raised her head, the whole terrace seemed to swim. She caught a watery view of mass confusion. The Italians chattering and shaking their heads. The waiters staring openmouthed in horror. And the American watching her with a look of worry. She focused on his eyes. Dazed as she was, she registered the fact that those eyes were warm and steady.
    By now the hotel manager, an effete Englishman wearing an immaculate suit and an appalled expression, had appeared. The waiters pointed accusingly at Guy. The manager kept clucking and shaking his head as he surveyed the damage.
    â€œThis is dreadful,” he murmured. “This sort of behavior is simply not tolerated. Not on my terrace. Are you aguest? You’re not?” He turned to one of the waiters. “Call the police. I want this man arrested.”
    â€œAre you all blind?” yelled Guy. “Didn’t any of you see he was trying to kill her?”
    â€œWhat? What? Who?”
    Guy poked around in the broken crockery and fished out the knife. “Not your usual cutlery,” he said, holding up the deadly looking weapon. The handle was ebony, inlaid with mother of pearl. The blade was razor sharp. “This one’s designed to be thrown.”
    â€œOh, rubbish,” sputtered the Englishman.
    â€œTake a look at her arm!”
    The manager turned his gaze to Willy’s blood-soaked sleeve. Horrified, he took a stumbling step back. “Good God. I’ll—I’ll call a doctor.”
    â€œNever mind,” said Guy, sweeping Willy off the ground. “It’ll be faster if I take her straight to the hospital.”
    Willy let herself be gathered into Guy’s arms. She found his scent strangely reassuring, a distinctly male mingling of sweat and after-shave. As he carried her across the terrace, she caught a swirling view of shocked waiters and curious hotel guests.
    â€œThis is embarrassing,” she complained. “I’m all right. Put me down.”
    â€œYou’ll faint.”
    â€œI’ve never fainted in my