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‘So you can give a good description of them?’ Chris asked, sitting in his armchair.
Jan paused and thought about what she’d seen. ‘I can’t. It was too dark. I switched the sensor light off to save electricity. I only saw their eyes at the window. But the outline looked similar to the last time I saw them.’
Chris looked at her. ‘You’ve seen someone in the garden before? You didn’t say.’
‘It was the night you returned Tinder, and I’m not saying it was definitely a person. I didn’t tell you at the time because I couldn’t make sense of what I’d seen. I still can’t – even less so after this evening. But …’
‘But what?’ Chris asked seriously, holding her gaze.
It seemed ridiculous now. ‘Whatever I saw the last time was very agile and went over the side gate. I thought it could have been a child, but now I’m not sure. I’m sorry, this sounds crazy. I don’t know what I saw,’ she finished lamely.
Thankfully Chris wasn’t laughing and appeared to be taking her concerns seriously. ‘You’ve obviously had a shock, seen something, and been very scared by it. But it was dark on both occasions, and our eyes can play tricks on us in the dark.’ He glanced at her open laptop. ‘I know you want peace and quiet to write your book, but do you think you’ve been overdoing it? It’s very isolated here and you’ve been spending a lot of time by yourself – just you and your imagination.’
He had phrased it so delicately Jan found she couldn’t take offence. It wasn’t her imagination, but she didn’t feel like arguing the point now. His face lightened and lost its seriousness as he said, ‘Perhaps I could help ease your isolation by taking you out to dinner one evening?’
‘Oh, I see. I don’t know,’ Jan said, surprised. ‘It’s very kind of you to ask.’
‘Well?’ He was waiting for her to reply.
‘Won’t I be treading on someone’s toes?’ she asked. ‘I sort of assumed that you and Camile …’ But Chris was already shaking his head.
‘It’s true, we had a relationship some years ago, but for various reasons it didn’t work out. We’ve remained good friends. That’s all we are now – friends. So no, you won’t be stepping on Camile’s toes if you come out to dinner with me.’
Jan smiled. ‘Then yes, please, I’d like to.’
‘Good. Tomorrow?’ She nodded. ‘I’ll collect you at seven o’clock – that’ll give me a chance to shower and change after work.’
‘Perfect.’