‘I thought you’d be pleased.’ He’s told her that three times. It’s four a.m. and they are late. He is pacing the ward, shooting exasperated glances her way. ‘I’ve a pilot and a private aircraft ready and waiting to take you to a place you never dreamed existed…sheer paradise…Northern Botswana. You can recuperate in safety, far away from everyone, for a long, or a short stay…it’s up to you. Come on! What do you say?’ Unexpectedly Jim reaches out and clutches her hand. Like a handcuff, she thinks, trying to pull hers away, but it remains in his powerful grasp. ‘You’re a donkey. What exactly were you thinking of when you put out to sea with Ulf Skoog in his motor launch? I searched your room after you stood me up for dinner. It was clever of you to leave a message.’ ‘Not clever…a last minute panic attack.’ ‘It’s always best to trust your intuition. So…tell me…’ ‘I can’t tell you much.’ She pauses, searching carefully for the right words.
