She felt hot and dusty and not a little ill-tempered as she pushed back the long fair hair from her face, managing a brief smile at Michael as she did so. The journey had seemed interminable, and quite the most unpleasant part of the trip from London, although it was the shortest. Spanish railway...
“Aye, of course, but not in the same way, I daresay!” She was searching for words, aware in a sudden flash of intuition that Scottie’s apparently quiet devotion to her went much deeper than she had realised. He was quite plainly jealous of her concern for Jason, and obviously meant her to know it...