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"No" I hunch my shoulders "He’d just think… he’d think I was…" I break off, feeling row hot

I can’t believe Luke’s been back for three days and hasn’t called I mean -- I kneas over Of course I did But secretly, a tiny part of ht…

Anyway Obviously not

"What would he think?" probes Michael

"I dunno," I ruffly "The point is, it’s all over between us So I’d rather just… not be involved"

"Well, I guess I can understand that" Michael gives me a kind look "Shall we order?"

While we eat, we talk about other things Michael tells ton, and h with stories of all the politicians he knows and all the trouble they get themselves into I tell hiotreally well, actually," I say boldly as I dig into a chocolate reat prospects, and the producers really likemy slot…"

"Becky," interrupts Michael gently "I heard I know about your job"

I stare at hi my whole face prickle in shame

"I felt really bad for you," continues Michael "That shouldn’t have happened"

"Does… does Luke know?" I say huskily

"Yes I believe he does"

I take a deep swig ofot lots of options open," I say desperately "Ifor a number of financial journalism posts…"