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Tudor turned to us, trying to catch o but–"

I put up a hand "But let uess, you can’t tell me why?"

He opened histo explain, but no words popped out

I nodded once "Thought so Let’s just go, Tink"

"Mmm… hmm Let’s split like a banana, Toots!"

By the tier, literally bouncing in the passenger seat with fury I turned to Tink "What the hell was all that about? I told you the phone calls seeoing on? Even just a hint?"

He shook his head "No, not a peep! But I agree, hoeird was that? Who d’you think called hied "I don’t know You know, over the last week he’s been getting these phone calls at all hours, and every time I ask who it is he just tells me not to worry and to just ’trust him’"

Tink pulled out of the parking lot "And do you? Trust hiot into the Jeep and sped away in the opposite direction

"I think I do, but what can be so bad that he can’t talk about it?"

Tink hunched his shoulders, and silence filled the car for several blocks

"Tink, did you hear hi special’…you you don’t think he was referring to me, do you?"

He dis? You’ve hardly been apart for the last feeeks You’ve spent more time with him lately than most couples do in months I think we can safely say that you definitely are sohed in relief

Look, let me just put in my two cents worth so you knohere I stand I airlfriend; I do not need to know every aspect of my boyfriend’s life I do however feel that I should at least gain so on At this point, I would have even been happy to just knoas feeling in hi in’ Heisman Trophy

I’m an independent wo ht Tudor should have his, but I was nearingby now, but in between the ridiculous amounts of sex and the shower-storno roo like the man I had coently "Look, reasy Bacon Buttie, you have two choices: you trust him like he has asked, or you decide you don’t like the secrets and make your mind up from there Sorry to be brutal, Wil, but deainst the head rest "I know, I guess I’ll have to trust hiive hiht?"

He nodded in agree your claws into that hunk of prime cut beef I’d like to carveon the same side of the table!"

I cracked a so, I hate to see you doubting what you have, sausage"

Tudor didn’t coe to say he was staying at home – the first time apart in weeks I had never been to his place; I kneas in an affluent area near Aspen but I had never visited, and he had never invitedto keep our relationship secret fro to wonder…was I being kept on the sidelines? I tried to not read too , and trying not to obsess over the ever-growing , I went about et the last of my pupils’ work h a mammoth stack of essays on the causes of the Russian Revolution when I heard the doorbell I headed to the door and opened it slowly to Tudor, who I noticed looked slightly, shall we say, stressed

"Hey," I greeted, my brows pinched in concern at his sad demeanour and unkempt look His clothes were heavily creased and his eyes looked tired and dull

"Hey," he sounded morose

I let him in and led him to the kitchen "Coffee?"