You are insane.
It had been the happiest time ofhis life.
Stark staring mad.
It was a week—less, six days that felt like six monthsin heaven.
Every morning you packed to go, and every afternoon you cancelled for yet another day.
He was going now, wasn’t he? They were at the ferry terminal, Millie quietly sitting next to him onthe bench.
Can’t you stop touching her?
“Are you worried about your work?” she asked softly.
“No.”
No? It’s Sunday night. The most important negotiation starts at nine tomorrow morning, and you have not prepared. Have you lostyour mind?
No, just happy. And in love.
Stop using the L word. It’s not been a week. You can’t be sure.
No, but I’ll have three weeks away to think, to be sure.
No, you won’t. You’ll spend it on the phone every night, and her voice will drive you insane.
You won’t think. Not with your head, anyway.
He wished they’d said goodbye somewhere more private, somewhere he could have held and kissed herproperly.
Truth was, he didn’t want to say goodbye at all. He was seriously tempted to take her with him now.
Yes, perfect. No planning. No thinking. Just take her from her life and her job, until your usual three-month itch sets in.
The loudspeaker screeched the announcement. The ferry to Guernsey was about to board. Time was running out.
Prove you’re still George Du Montfort, sharp legal brain, cool head, soundjudgement.
“George? What’s on your mind?I can just feel you calculating and building plans.”
Smartas a whip.
“Sorry, work. It’s a huge project, and I have to decide which parts to delegate andto whom.”
“When do you come back?” she asked and quickly bit her lip as if regretting the question. Then she released her lip and a look of resolve came into her eyes. He knew the look. He’d seen it back in April in the café in London when she insisted on giving him her insurance details. She wantedan answer.
Don’t make promises until you’re sure you cankeep them.
“Depends.” He traced her collarbone with his fingertips. He didn’t know if it distracted her; it certainly distracted him.
“Care to be morespecific?”
“I’ll be back as soonas I can.”
She shook her head in mock frustration.
Millie was running out of time. They were already up and walking towards the gate. It was goodbye.
