"Realising that this was a common form of banter between me and George at work, Rebecca decided to join in and hit back at George at the same time."I ...m a third generation English girl," she told them. And I feel more Sassenach than Scottish, yet as a Lancastrian of the Red Rose county, I think I detected a hint of the white rose in what I guess is his Yorkshire accent, so if you really need help dealing with bounder, I think I could be persuaded."George raised his eyes to the heavens, "A. Eventually though it was bound to happen. I wasn’t so sure I was comfortable about it either. How could we meet and preserve the relationship and the temperatures we’d built between us? How could a meeting be normal when we were so intimate but hadn’t ever met? How could we be true to our relationship and still have common sense? How could I not meet him after all we had shared, after what he’d come to mean to me? Patrick, as always was a true gentleman: “We can meet in a coffee bar. We won’t. It was a smirk that told Aimee that consequences were definitely coming, even if she didn’t yet know exactly when or how. It was also a smirk that told Aimee that Joanna knew perfectly well what kind of consequences Aimee was hoping to provoke, and that she had every intention of making sure that Aimee got more than she bargained for. Aimee gulped a little, wondering if she might have gotten in over her head just a bit. ‘Thank you,’ she said cautiously, waiting for the other shoe to drop, ‘but. My plan of going to my fourplex and grabbing some sleep was out the window. There was now a good chance that I would not make it out of the airport before the questions started.What a pickle. If I had a direct number, I would contact Sean. Instead, I would have to be using the same phone book as all the reporters. There was no guarantee I would get through. I did not have Sheila's number either. I only had ... Doh. I pulled out my phone and called Siobhan. Wonder of wonders, she was already.