CHAPTER 19
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WE ORDERED A COPIOUS breakfast at the counter and then retreated to a small table that Ian chose. It was out of the path in a corner of the café. I was delighted with his choice, because I wanted to be able to talk to him without being afraid of anybody’s curios ears.
“I also got a call from Mr. Johnson, when you went upstairs to get dressed,” Ian told me, taking my hand and gazing at me affectionately, after we took our seats at the table.
I felt a little stab in my heart again, but, after all, it didn’t really matter anymore. The past was in the past. It was gone. I shouldn’t have thought of it anymore.
“What did he want to tell you?” I asked him softly. I didn’t really want to hear his answer.
Ian caressed my hand gently, and then squeezed my fingers affectiona
