I leaned forward, shocked. “What?”

He nodded, his face flushed.

“Where’s she gone to?”

He shrugged. “She didn’t say.”

I thought of how he must have felt, being told that his marriage was over. Even though we’d spent only that night together, I thought I knew him well enough to know he’d be clinging to his pride. And yet I had to ask.

“Did she say why she was leaving?”

It was clear he didn’t want to talk about it. “She just said she wasn’t happy.”

Impulsively I touched his hand. “You poor thing. Have you been okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine.”

“So have you heard from her since she’s gone?”

“Not really. Just the odd message. She won’t be coming back.”

I looked up at him and didn’t know whether that was his decision or hers. I squeezed his hand. “When did she go?”

“Two weeks ago. On Friday night. I’d been to London for a meeting and got back around seven. She was waiting for me and said she was leaving.”

My mind raced. “On the twenty-first?”

He nodded. “Yes. Why?”

“Oh, nothing.” That was the day that I’d discovered I was pregnant. The day that Harry came home with an armful of flowers and a guilty expression on his face. My breath caught in my throat. Had he been going to leave me that day? Were the flowers meant to be compensation? A consolation prize? “Is she still working for Harry?” I asked casually. I could have kicked myself for not checking. But Harry was so involved with the baby and was calling me from work several times a day, often from the office phone. He hadn’t sounded furtive as though she might be beside him when he called. I wasn’t going to ask him; I didn’t want him to see my face if he said she was still there.

“She’s not told me anything.” He hesitated, then said, “You and Harry . . . you’re getting on all right now?”

I tried to keep my expression blank. I wasn’t going to tell him I was pregnant. “Things seem to be okay again. I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have told you anything. It seems to have blown over.”

“No, you were right.” He pushed his coffee away from him and put his head in his hands. “I hadn’t seen any of this coming, that’s all.”

I leaned back, away from the smell of coffee, but suddenly it seemed so strong, so pungent, that I knew I had only a minute to find a bathroom.

“Won’t be long,” I managed to say as I leaped to my feet.