" Oh, you didn't need to do that," Alice assured him. "I wish you hadcalled, I would have at least been an ear for you to unload to." Thanks, but that...isn't what I wanted things to be like," Bob explained."Also, I think I wanted things to work out. She may sort herself out, butnow things have moved on too far. I think I finally got my head back onstraight, which is why I thought I would bring your things back and askif you had plans for tonight? Maybe a little dinner somewhere?" Oh, Bob, I'm. I found out that she wasn't married and her boyfriend of 2 years dumped her after learning she was pregnant. She had a good attitude about it all but there was also a bit of regret in her voice. When the trial finished (her dog didn't fair too well) I helped take the crate back to her van. On a whim I suggested that we grab something to eat."Oh, you wouldn't mind eating with a very pregnant woman? I have to confess that I am starving. My boyfriend said that I had only two modes - hungry and. In a few moments I was back at my desk and feelingfreshly talced and dry and feeling somehow very, very right. Oona gaveme a little cheek-to-cheek hug, put my earphones back on and returned toher desk and left to me to the surprise discovery that the voice thatpoured like balm into my ears was one I recognised. It was Mr Boylan Sir inviting me to fall into a hypnotic trance, which Idid following the butterflies that rose in a brilliant swirling cloud inmy tummy. By the time I felt the. No real surprise there. I saved both stacks. Not for followup romances. Just because the names told me a little bit more about the passengers. Might be useful intel some day. Or not.I was sorry to see Vanessa head back home. But she had a restaurant to run, a restaurant to get into the black. She carried the wine records with her. Jessie Sullivan would encrypt the damning evidence and send it in some secure, mysterious, way to Phillip Montgomery.I didn’t know what he and his hedge fund would do.