The same evening we went out for a drink on the port and I told Emily that I would be going to the States at the end of the week. I like to think that she looked disappointed before she started to ask lots of questions about what people did on book tours and which cities I would visit. She went quiet for a moment and then asked me if she could take Mork for his daily walks while I was away. She even promised to keep him on the lead. She was just like a little kid asking to be allowed to do something all on her own. I knew that Monsieur Espoir would be pleased to hear of her proposal so I agreed.
Up until then we hadn’t exchanged phone numbers and this seemed to be a good moment. Being a typical woman she hadn’t aclue how her phone worked, so we moved our chairs closer to each other so that she could see what I was doing. I found it very hard to concentrate. Her perfume was lovely and I wondered if her hair would feel as soft as it looked. The spell was broken by the waiter who interrupted us as he couldn’t pass through because my chair was in the way.
When we got back to the car park Emily dropped her bag and I went round to her side of the car to help her pick her things up from the ground. We were very close and I wondered how she would react if I reached out and pulled her to me. I hadn’t felt like this about another woman since before I met Suzie .
The day before I left I was walking towards the kitchen when I heard raised voices. M. and Mme Espoir were arguing. I had never known them to fall out before. The subject of their disagreement was Emily, for what I could gather Madame Espoir thought that Emily and I should get together but Mr. Espoir maintained that Emily would never have an affair with a married man. I backtracked and made a point of slamming a door so that they were aware that I was nearby; I entered the kitchen to a stony silence.
I managed to fly back a day early. I really wanted to get home again but couldn’t work out why. There was no sign of Mork when I got home and Madame Espoir told me that Emily had gone off for a walk with him half an hour earlier. It was a beautiful morning, too lovely to spend in bed with jet lag, I decided to take the Range Rover to see if I could find them.
They were sat on the beach. Side by side like a pair of old buddies. I wanted to creep up on them but Mork must have got my scent. Emily managed to release him from his lead before he pulled her over. I really appreciated the greeting they both gave me – it’s good to know you’ve been missed; I even got a hug from Emily.
We finished the walk together and caught up on each other’s news. It seems that Mork is very protective of Emily, she’d been bothered by someone and he growled on cue. I always thought that he was too friendly to be a guard dog.