Then she opened the door.Jonny stood in her hallway, tall and beautiful, wearing the same jeans and sweatshirt he’d been wearing during their walk. His laptop was under his arm.‘It was too empty in my flat without you,’ he said, and his voice was even richer than she’d been imagining it speaking his words on the screen. ‘It was too empty in the whole Lake District without you. So I drove down to London.’‘You’ve been—’‘Outside your door, hacked into your wireless internet connection. Yes.’She couldn’t quite say anything. Seconds ago she’d been wishing he were right here. And now he was. No need for a computer. All the physical walls down.‘Do you want me to come in?’ he asked gently.She nodded, and then realised that, if she was going to do what she really wanted to do, nodding wasn’t a very good start. ‘Yes, I want you to come in,’ she said.He stepped in and shut the door behind him, putting his laptop down on the table by the door. They stood looking at each other.‘Tell me what you want to do,’ said Jonny.She reached forward and took off his glasses.
