Annoyingly, if she hadn’t stayed on to help in the office and discuss the idea with Tony of adding Endeavour to sit alongside the Morse and Lewis tours, she would have made it home in the dry. With traffic rumbling past and icy pinpricks of rain stinging her face as she pedalled furiously along St Giles, passing the Eagle and Child on her left where, as she informed her groups, C.S. Lewis and Tolkien used to hang out together, she was conscious she had to keep her wits about her – the last time she had had any contact with Seb she had got herself run over. To say his appearing so unexpectedly had caught her on the back foot was a massive understatement; it had stirred up no end of feelings. She was desperately trying to convince herself that she was happy Seb had sought her out in the sneaky way he had, happy that he had come to Oxford with the sole intention to reunite them. But happiness was not what she felt. How could she when Seb’s words played on constant loop inside her head?
