FIFTY-TWO
She managed to avoid him during the flight, as her seat was on the other side of the business class cabin to his, but he found her again at Sydney Airport while she was trying to get a taxi.
"I have a car, and I can give you a lift to your accommodation, if you like."
Xan shook her head. "I've seen you drive. You might have your licence back, but I'm not getting into a car with you. I remember what happened last time."
He actually laughed. "It's not bushfire season any more. And I mean, I have a car with a driver. My car's in my garage here."
"I'm sure you're not going anywhere near where I'm going," Xan said, hoping to discourage him.
"Where are you staying?"
She didn't remember. Somewhere cheap she'd booked at the last minute, not far from where her interview would be
