thereâs no drink,â Jess told Rusty, âbut they do good meals and thatâs what matters.â
âI take it you know this place well?â Rusty asked.
âNo, Iâve just come with friends now and again.â
âThe friends being male or female?â
Jess leaned forward. âListen, if I promise I wonât ask about your friends, will you promise noâ to ask about mine?â
âDone!â he answered with a grin. âBut I can tell you this, thereâs nobody in my life at the moment.â
Studying him, she wondered why. There was no doubt that that was a handsome face across the table from her, and a pleasant one. She could imagine girls being attracted easily enough, especially by those unusual eyes, that smiling mouth. Yet, it seemed there was no one special, pining away for him, back in England?
âYouâll know me again,â he said suddenly, his voice very soft, and she gave a start of embarrassment.
âSorry, I was just wondering . . . why there was no one in your life at present.â
He grinned. âDoes that not count as asking about my friends?â
âSorry.â She flushed a little. âNever mind, then.â
âNo, itâs OK. I donât mind talking about it. Letâs say, I just never found Miss Right.â He leaned forward. âBut now I can ask â how about you?â
âOh, me.â Lowering her eyes, Jess worked away on her steak. âLetâs say Iâm noâ looking for anyone.â
Thank goodness, Rusty neednât know, she told herself, that if she wasnât looking for anyone, it was because sheâd already found him. And secretly hoped that heâd found her, even if so far heâd made no move to tell her.
âReally love that job of yours, donât you?â Rusty asked cheerfully.
âWe did say, we liked our work.â
In an effort to distract his attention from herself, Jess asked with an apologetic smile, âListen, donât think Iâm nosey â though of course I am â but I wish youâd tell me how your folks came to live in England. I mean, if your fatherâs a Scot?â
âI donât think youâre nosey, Jess. Itâs good youâre interested in me, because Iâm interested in you.â
âBut weâre talking about you.â
âOK. Thing is, itâs not so strange, you know, for Scots to end up in England â theyâre usually looking for jobs. Anyway, before the war, my dad trained as an electrician, but there wasnât much call for his type of work then and he wasnât doing well. Somebody said he might have more luck down south, so, he upped sticks and went down to Woking.â Rusty grinned. âFound work, met my mother, fell in love, got married.â He raised his hands. âThatâs how a Scot came to live in England.â
âSounds romantic. When did you come along, then?â
â1914, just before my dad had to join up. He was lucky, he came back.â Rusty paused. âOnly died two years ago, in fact, just after my mum.â
âAh, Rusty, Iâm sorry!â Jess reached over to touch his hand. âI didnât know you were on your own.â
âIt was a bit of a blow, Iâll admit, the two of âem going. I got the house, of course, made a bit of money from the sale, put it into savings. But . . . whatâs a house, Jess? Whatâs money? When youâve lost your folks?â
She pressed his hand more firmly, her eyes full of sympathy.
âI know, Rusty, I know what it must have been like for you.â
âDidnât help that I lost my job when the cinema where I worked shut up shop. I think I told you that, didnât I? And I couldnât find anything else locally? Finally, saw an advert for this job in Edinburgh where my dad used to live, and thought Iâd go for it â make a fresh start.â
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