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didn’t make it easy for you today.’
    Jennifer shrugged. ‘I’ve had worse first days.’ She pointed to the briefcase he held in his hand. ‘You’re a bit late to be heading home.’
    ‘It happens. Are you heading to your car?’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘I’ll walk with you.’ With that he waved to the security guard who was on his way over. ‘I’ll walk with Dr Thorngate,’ he said, and Jennifer was left with no choice but to go with him.
    ‘At least it’s not raining.’ She tried to make small talk.
    ‘I guess, coming from Melbourne where it drizzles all day long in winter, Sydney might be seen as an improvement.’
    ‘I guess but I remember quite clearly what winter is like in Parramatta.’
    ‘Of course. I keep forgetting you know your way around here.’ He paused then asked, ‘Is that how you know Sara? She only said she had an old friend staying with her,’ he added.
    ‘We’ve been friends since high school.’
    ‘I remember now. She calls you Jen most of the time, right?’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘Do you prefer Jennifer or Jen?’
    ‘Jennifer at work. Only my closest friends call me Jen.’
    Jasper nodded but didn’t make any further comment. She pointed to a blue Jaguar Mark II. ‘This is me.’
    ‘This is your car?’
    ‘I just said as much. Why? What’s wrong?’
    ‘It’s just that…well…usually women don’t drive classic cars like this.’
    ‘That’s a very chauvinistic comment, Jasper. I’m sure you’d like your daughters to have an appreciation of fine cars.’
    ‘Well, yes, of course. Sorry.’
    ‘Don’t be. I’m used to that sort of reaction from men.’
    ‘Have you had it long?’
    ‘About eight years.’ She took a deep breath, looked down at the ground then met his eyes, the car park’s artificial lighting accentuating his angular jaw and straight nose. ‘It belonged to my fiancé. He died of cancer.’ There. It was out. She’d learned to say the words matter-of-factly, removing all emotion whenever she brought up Arturo.
    Jasper nodded slowly. ‘Why are you telling me this? I thought you liked to keep your private life private.’
    ‘I do, but let’s face it, Jasper. Sara seems intent on getting the two of us together so no doubt she’s planning some party or get-together soon and we’ll be forced to mix. She’ll also let slip details about my past, just as she’s told me about yours.’
    ‘So you’ve said.’
    ‘It was only the basics. She probably thinks that because we’ve both lost someone to cancer that we have a lot in common.’
    Jasper scratched his head. ‘She thinks that grief can bring people together?’
    ‘You know Sara. Her mind works in a way that is still a mystery to most top neurologists.’
    He smiled at that, hearing the love she had for her friend in her voice. ‘And this is why she wants you to start dating again? Because you drive your deceased fiancé’s car?’
    Jennifer had to smile. ‘It’s not just the car.’
    ‘It shouldn’t be. It’s an amazing car.’
    ‘It’s a money guzzler.’ She stroked the bonnet lovingly. ‘But I don’t begrudge one single penny.’
    ‘Let me guess. It makes you feel close to him?’
    ‘Art. Arturo—that was his name and, yes, it does.’
    Jasper nodded. ‘I’m like that with my bedroom. My wife decorated it in her own special style—she was an artist. Even now, three years later, even though I know I’ve moved on emotionally, I still love being in that room.’
    ‘It’s like looking through an old photo album and remembering the good times.’
    ‘Yes. Exactly.’ Jasper smiled at her. ‘My mother thinks it’s morbid to leave the room the way it is but I wouldn’t change it for anything, just as I’m sure you’re not going to get rid of this car.’
    ‘No. She’s a part of me.’
    Jasper was silent for a moment before asking quietly, ‘Would you mind giving me a ride home?’ He looked longingly at the car as she’d seen so many men do over the years.
    ‘Don’t you have your