He’d pulled over before it hit that it could be a bad idea-not tonight. Pulling out of the building, he looped round and caught sight of her-waiting for the bus service? No way. He was going to enjoy seeing her perform tomorrow. It felt good to be back and now he had some fun to look forward to. He headed to the short-stay building and got into his car. He forced his head to turn away, figuring she must have her car parked in the long-stay area. She’d had long, slim legs as a girl-damn the wool coat.
He watched her for a moment, appreciating the neat ankles and slim calves as her legs clipped along. She gave a plastic smile, turned and walked. ‘Who knows? Maybe we’ll see each other again soon.’ ‘It was interesting seeing you too, Amanda,’ he said casually. Lovely? Oh, sure, like she really thought that. He expected to see her dive straight into the nearest taxi but instead she paused. They went through the automatic doors together. No rings on her fingers, no calls on her mobile. He shouldn’t care, but he was pleased about that too. No boyfriend waiting at the gate to pull her close and kiss her like crazy. She was slowing now as they reached the exit. Oh, yes, despite her polite façade it was as obvious as anything that she wanted him to go. It was an odd relief to see that she was disconcerted by his presence-to know that he affected her too, just as she did him. So he kept his snowboarding gear and a complete wardrobe at his holiday home in Queenstown. It wasn’t that he didn’t have the material possessions now-if anything he’d have to admit he had too many. Nothing but a bunch of memories-and most of them were bad. When he’d finally got out of Ashburton he’d taken almost nothing with him. ‘I like to travel light.’ Habit from the old days, he figured. ‘Don’t you have baggage to collect? Not your snowboard?’ she asked.
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