The Evening Of The Holiday

"He thought, as he watched her, that in all his life he had never seen a more seductive thing than the unconsidered gesture with which she folded back her sleeve..."Neither Tancredi nor Sophie wanted this love affair. He was a Sicilian-born architect recently separated from his wife; she was half-English, half-Italian, attractive, enigmatic and on holiday.Perhaps it was the gathering heat of the Italian summer or the almost unbearable beauty of the Tuscan landscape with its burnt umber and olive-green shadows. But for a few months time stood still and the outside world forgotten."Miss Hazzard's craftmanship is impeccable" - The Times