She hurried back across the road but as she passed a home furnishing shop, she saw a familiar figure reflected in the plate glass window. Les Bryant was striding along the opposite pavement, a rolled umbrella in his hand. He had an overcoat slung around his shoulders and underneath she glimpsed a blazer and tie. She’d never seen him looking so natty before, he might have been on his way to a bank managers’ reunion.
Suspicion suddenly swelled in her mind. She glanced over her shoulder, towards where she’d left Terri waiting.
As if on cue, Les halted and said something to Terri. Her friend smiled, gracious as royalty, and extended her hand.
Well, well. Hannah turned in the direction of the car park. It wouldn’t do for them to see her watching them. With any luck they’d have a great night. Though as a long-term relationship, it didn’t have a hope in hell. Did it?
It was a funny thing about relationships. The more she saw, the less she understood why some of them worked and some fell apart.
Wanting to get home, yet not sure why, she broke into a run.