As soon as she saw him, it came to her that for what had seemed a lifetime she’d been suffering from withdrawal symptoms. Yes, he called with the fish, but those snatched moments were not enough. She really needed to be with him, just him alone, and to know that he felt the same about wanting to be with her. Of that, she couldn’t be sure, but wouldn’t let herself dwell on it. How could you ever be sure what someone else was thinking? All you could do was hope. ‘So lovely to see you,’ she whispered, sliding into the passenger street. ‘Have you missed me? I mean, being with me?’ ‘Certainly have.’ He gave her a quick smile as they began to drive away. ‘Sorry about last week. But then you had your trip out with Mr Soutar.’ ‘Yes, it was nice. But I’ve already told you about that, when you came with the fish.’ ‘And he’s taking you to Kyle?’ ‘Just to look at climbing boots.’ ‘Well, you take care when you start running up hills round here. They’re not as easy as he might make out.
