He reached into his pocket and switched the unit off.
"Blast that bloody thing," he said removing his hand from his pocket and resuming eating.
"Aren't you going to answer it?" Kate asked. She was surprised and more than a little annoyed with herself at how quickly they had fallen back into the old routine. If it wasn't for the pain he had caused her by his rejection she might have imagined that London had been a dream. Maybe it was the human condition to let bygones be bygones. She had known from the moment that she had met him that he was the ‘one’. There had been plenty of men before him but she had never felt the depth of emotion for them that she had felt for him. Sometimes she wanted to kick herself for feeling the way she did. She had graduated top of her class at Queen’s University which proved that she wasn’t exactly dumb but how could she correlate her intelligence with her need to be loved by Ian Wilson.
