Place.â
âOh.â She was disappointed. âIâll be finishing in an hour or so and I was hoping we might have time for a walk, now that the rain seems to have stopped.â
He edged round the Bosun. âSorry, love. Not this afternoon. Maybe tomorrow.â
âAre you going to the cash and carry?â She felt foolishly forlorn, looking forward as she did to those few hours together when she finished at about five and he went to the wine bar at seven oâclock. Yet, as usual, instinct warned against making demands, expressing her need. âAre you taking the car?â
âNo.â He shook his head. âI donât need it. You can have it if you want to get out into the country.â
âIâll see how I feel. With the nights drawing in, I think Iâll have to give the Bosun his walk earlier. So where are you off to?â
âOh, here and there. I want to see a guy about some advertising in a new local magazine. I have to pop into the bank.â The lifting of the shoulders, the gesture with his hands, mimed boring, necessary tasks. âJust things. Iâll see you.â
She heard him run lightly down the stairs and a few moments later the front door closed behind him. Lyddie sipped her tea; her concentration was shattered by his brief visit and his kiss had unsettled her. Liam had made several visits to the bank just lately, although he never discussed the outcome with her, and he was a trifle preoccupied. He was loving, affectionate towards her, and was as professional as always when he was on duty, yet she could feel a reservation that even Liamâs experience couldnât disguise. His lovemaking had an urgent, needy edge that excited and delighted her, yet she hated to think that he could not confide in her. One of the things that had attracted her to him was that there was nothing of the boy about him. He was attractive, tough, self-contained, and his choosing her from such a wide field had been terrifically good for her ego.
Closing her eyes she recalled the moment at which heâd paused beside her table during that lunch-time at The Place, looking down at her with a flattering concentration.
âAre you happy?â heâd asked, as if he really wanted to know; really cared.
Sheâd burst out laughing at such an odd approach.
âNearly,â sheâd answered with a surprising insouciance âfor she was usually rather shy with strangers â âvery nearly but not quite.â
His face had lit into a disarming smile and the new look that slid into his brown eyes had caused her heart to bang unevenly.
âWell, now, and what can we do to make the difference?â heâd asked. âSome more coffee? A brandy? Itâs a terrible thing to be nearly happy but not quite. Better to be entirely miserable.â
Sheâd pretended to muse over her answer, longing to be witty and original but knowing quite certainly that she would fail. Sheâd watched him going the rounds, stopping at each table in turn, making the men laugh and the women bridle, and she wanted to be different, unpredictable.
âOh, I donât think I agree with you,â sheâd responded coolly. âAnd I think, after such a delicious meal, that what Iâd like most is a walk.â
Her smile had been very nearly dismissive, although it was a tremendous effort to look away from him, to pick up her bag and casually glance into it for her purse.
âAnd Iâd say that you were right.â He was watching her thoughtfully. âI know exactly the place Iâd go on a lovely afternoon and only a short way away. I was just going out myself, and Iâd be delighted to show you. Afterwards, you might like to come back for a cup of coffee to set you on your way?â
It had been a moment of pure, magical madness. A hush had fallen on the tables as heâd raised a hand to Joe and theyâd gone out together, to walk