Sleep? I need to find a hotel, don’t I? Or shall I just go back to London this evening?’
‘You can sleep here, Dex. I’ll sleep at Jean-Pierre’s flar,’Emma said. Dexter just looked at her.’Oh, Dexter, what did you think was going to happen?’
‘well, we’re lovers, aren’t we? I hoped that you and I …’ He stopped. ‘Oh, Emma, you can’t …’
‘Dexter, you’re jealous,’Emma said laughing. ‘I can’t believe it. This is so strange. We were lovers for one night! One night in thirteen years. Think of all the girlfriends you’ve brought to see me. You always told me who you were sleeping with. You didn't expect me to be jealous of them. And now … and now …’ But she couldn't go on. She saw the pain and the hopelessness in his eyes. She put her arms round him and kissed him gently
‘Oh, Dexter,’ she said quietly. ‘I thought that l'd got rid of you. I thought that you weren't going to be my problem any more. All right, all right. I'll phone Jean-Pierre and tell him that I'm ill. But Dexter, if you ever treat me badly and go off with other people, l'll kill you. Do you understand?’