’ Fletcher looked at Sorrel, ‘What do you think, salad with the house dressing, and perhaps a baked potato?’ Sorrel didn’t look up, ‘Yes, I...��d like that.’ Sorrel didn’t like salads as a rule. They were rabbit food, and she seldom ate potatoes. When she said she liked that, she really meant the way he was ordering for her, and the gentle way he was talking to her. She was feeling, well, somehow, silly. It was a special kind of silly. She couldn’t explain it. He was being a gentleman, and yet not. I made my way over. "Linds? Is everything OK? I've been calling you, but I got no reply," I said gently, putting a hand on her shoulder.She whipped round, startled. "Oh God Scott, I never heard you come in. What have I told you about sneaking up on me?"The first thing that struck me was that she had been crying, her mascara streaked down her face."I wasn't sneaking up on you Linds," I replied wearing a concerned expression. "Something's wrong. You can talk to me you know, if something's. More

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