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so,' he replied.
    'Can we fix it?'
    'I don't know; my name might be Bob, but I'm no builder. What do I have to do to make it better?'
    'You could start by forgiving me.'
    Bob looked into her eyes. 'I did that on day one,' he told her. 'And anyway, it's a bit rich for me to be forgiving you. I haven't had an angelic past. Forgiving is no problem, love. It's forgetting that's the hard part'
    'What can I do to make you forget?'
    'Nothing. I don't think I ever will.' He gave a small shrug of his shoulders, then reached down to take a can of Miller Lite from the ice bucket by his side and popped the ring-pull. 'The question is, can we live with it, with what we know about each other?'
    'I can,' she answered, 'if I know that in spite of it all you still care about me.'
    'I do. That's not in question. Plus, I was a lone parent for most of Alex's childhood; I don't really want our three to have that experience.'
    'So you'll stay with me for the kids, is that what you're saying?'
    'Not entirely, but that's a pretty solid reason.'
    'Maybe it isn't for me, though. I'm lonely, Bob. Consciously or not, you've distanced yourself from me; and it's not just because of Ron. It happened before that… in fact Ron and I probably happened because of it. You don't realise it, but I've been really lost. I was going crazy back home, waiting for you to unbend and show me some real affection. Eventually I had to do something drastic: that's why I ran off here and challenged you to follow me.'
    He laughed softly, then took a mouthful of beer. 'Fine,' he said. 'Let it all be my fault, then.'
    Something in his tone made Sarah's eyes narrow. 'It doesn't cut both ways, does it?' she asked. The question seemed to come from out of nowhere, taking him by surprise. A simple snapped 'No!' would have dismissed it, but it hung in the air for a second; a second too long.
    'Bob?' She swung her feet off the railing and turned half round in her chair. 'Have you been with someone else?'
    'No,' he replied at last, but she had fastened on to his hesitation.
    'No?' Her eyes were narrow.
    'No, I have not been with anyone else ... certainly not in the Ron Neidholm sense.'
    'In what sense, then?' The sudden coldness of her tone seemed to be intensified by the warmth of the sub-tropical evening.
    You want me to be completely honest? Okay. I met someone recently,' he said carefully. 'I find myself attracted to her, and I think it's mutual, but that's as far as it's gone.'
    'Someone at work?'
    'Not in the force, but someone I encountered recently, in a professional situation.'
    'Not a suspect, surely,' Sarah exclaimed, sarcastically. 'You didn't see a hooker and get the hots, did you?'
    'Don't be silly. I meet a lot of people in my work without feeling their collars.'
    'It wasn't her collar I was asking about!'
    'Very funny,' he muttered, unsmiling. 'As I said, there was an attraction, mutual and inescapable, but no more than that. There might have been, but I didn't… we didn't… because it wouldn't have been right'
    'But the attraction is still there.' There was no question in her tone.
    'I'm here, am I not?'
    'You wouldn't take that evasion from a suspect, so don't try it with me.'
    'Yes, it's still there.'
    Sarah stood and looked down at him; then, very slowly, she stretched out her arm and poured her Bacardi and Coke over his head.
    'Thank you for that gesture,' he said, running his fingers through his wet hair. 'If I returned it in proportion to our respective sins, it'd probably mean I'd drown you in the bath.'
    She stamped off the terrace and into their bedroom; it was almost dark indoors, and she noticed, for the first time, that the red message indicator on the bedside telephone was flashing on and off. 'If it'll help your self-righteousness, I'll run it for you,' she shouted at him. 'But while I do, you'd better check the phone. We've had a call, and since nobody knows I'm here, it must be for you.'
    He leaped, growling, out of his chair, wiping the drink from his