Though his gallant assurance was meant as an incentive, I reminded myself that I knew very little about this man. How could I simply get off the bus with him – separate rooms or not? I tried to imagine explaining myself to Madeleine, but all I could think of were the lovesick looks she and Carlo would be giving each other.
“OK,” I said suddenly and surprising myself. “Separate rooms, and to Glastonbury tomorrow.”
His mouth curled into a smile that I hoped was not a leer. “Great,” he said, patting my knee and I wondered if I was making a mistake.
“Avebury’s the next stop,” he said, removing his hand and standing up to collect his bag from the overhead locker.
“By the way,” I said, “why the bus, rather than driving?”
He looked down between his arms. “A little matter of drinking and driv
