newspaper, before venturing out again later in search of somewhere to eat lunch.

Nowhere in any of that relaxed routine had he had the least premonition that he
would also see Dee McCall
again today!
But he had to say something, couldnt stand here like a speechless moron for ever.
Youre looking well, Dee, he finally managed gruffly, his American accent totally at
variance with her
softer English tones.
So are you, Rik, she returned softly, her eyes flirting with him beneath lowered
dark lashes. Are you-?
Is-? He broke off as they both began talking at once. You first, he invited wryly.
He might not have thought of this woman for months - years? - but when he had, he
had never imagined the
two of them meeting like this, awkwardly, stilted, like two strangers who had never
been madly in love with
each other. He hadnt imagined Cathy and Heathcliffe either, but this - this was just
banal!
Dee gave him a mischievous smile. I was just going to ask if you were here with
someone/
He shook his head. And I was