Chapters (60)
Geraldine had no chance to speak to Ian before the briefing began but, as they were leaving the room, she caught up with him and asked to speak to him.
‘Yes, I need to speak to you,’ he replied, without meeting her eye.
‘Ian, what is it? What’s wrong?’ she demanded in a low voice, aware that they might be overheard in the corridor.
‘Not here,’ he muttered. ‘We can’t talk here.’
‘Let’s go to your office then.’
He shook his head. ‘No, we can’t talk now. It’s too complicated. It’ll take too long.’
‘Ian, what is it? What have I done to upset you?’
‘You?’ He turned to face her at last, looking surprised. ‘You haven’t done anything. Nothing at all. Please, don’t think this is anything to do with you.’
‘Of course it’s to do with me if you’re refusing to see me,’ she hissed furiously. ‘Tell me what’s wrong.’
‘Can’t you guess?’
‘I have absolutely no idea what’s going on,’ she replied. ‘And I’m not playing stupid guessing games. It’s time for you to be honest with me. This isn’t doing either of us any good. Please, just tell me what the problem is. I’m a grown woman. I can take it.’
Ian sighed. ‘OK,’ he said, ‘I’ll come to the flat this evening and we can talk there.’
He turned and strode away. With difficulty Geraldine quelled an impulse to run after him like a love-struck teenager. She was desperate to grab hold of him and force him to explain himself; only his devastated expression held her back. If he was making her unhappy, there was no doubt he was feeling at least as miserable as she was. In addition to pity, pride kept her from following him. She guessed that the problem had something to do with his divorce but, whatever had gone wrong in his life, she had a right to know. The more she thought about the situation, the more furious she became with him for refusing her the chance to show him that he could rely on her support whatever happened. He was being unfair to her in every way possible, but there was nothing she could do about it. She could not force him to share the truth with her, and she was definitely not about to make a scene at work. She would have to let him speak to her in his own time. Meanwhile, she went back to her desk, fearing the worst.