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‘O-of course.’ With cheeks like fairy floss she practically offered him her own chair, then turned wondering eyes on Bonnie. ‘You said it was a one-off.’
    It was a six-seater table. Bonnie made a note to herself to insist on a table that would only seat three next time. ‘He’s obviously slow on the uptake.’
    Sacha waved him into a bamboo chair and he sat down. ‘I wondered if I could interest you ladies in a bike ride down Mt Agung. I have a friend who runs tours and he’s got a couple of places left this morning.’
    ‘Two or three?’ Bonnie asked sweetly. It was dare for him to be specific. He smiled sweetly at her.
    ‘Three or four.’
    ‘Even room for you?’ Bonnie sighed. Before he could answer, Jacinta dropped her shoulders and Sacha did too. ‘We’re out. We booked that cooking class thing today.’
    Harry attempted to look disappointed. ‘And you?’
    ‘It really is Bonnie, you know.’ She smiled sweetly. Did she want to spend a whole day with this guy? Or would she spend it by herself, wishing she’d gone with him?
    After the call last night this was her last full day and the bike ride sounded ideal. She’d see the countryside after all and she needed to break out of this cloud of apathy she’d been in for the last few months. He was certainly helping there.
    It seemed unlikely he’d attempt to race her off in a pack of cyclists. And she had some say in it. ‘What time is this ride and how do I know it really exists?’
    ‘You do have a nastily suspicious mind.’ He produced a brochure and a mobile phone. ‘But I expected that. You could ring Wayan and ask him.’
    She took the glossy pamphlet and turned it over in her hands. The number stood out plainly and she was very tempted to do it. He was daring her now and she couldn’t decide if he was real or fake. He’d be great at poker.
    He looked suspiciously ready to go in that open-necked shirt that dared her to peek at the strong column of his throat but she wasn’t going to.
    He wore different blue jeans and scuffed joggers that might have been expensive in their heyday, and that watch, which she’d decided was definitely not real. Like him.
    There, she’d made a decision. If the watch was fake, he was fake. She’d buy one in the women’s version and this man would know the right vendor on the street. ‘Where’d you buy your watch?’
    ‘Geneva.’
    She wrinkled her nose. There was no deception in the answer. She’d been wrong. Again. ‘What time is pick-up?’
    ‘Half an hour.’ He was rushing her. He liked to dothat but she’d lost the bet with herself so she had to go. For an internal argument it was pretty thin. It was just so darned hard to say no to someone who made her smile. At least on the inside.
    The bus had seen better days but the grins of the tour guides were shiny new. Typically Balinese, they oozed warmth and fun and pleasure at the company of tourists and the chance to show off their culture and country. Something a lot of countries could learn from, Bonnie mused as she was helped into the bus.
    Four couples made up the bus passengers when they started again—two young female schoolteachers from Portugal, two chefs from France, a fitness instructor and his wife from the States, and Harry and Bonnie from Australia.
    Bonnie was jammed against the window, which in itself was a good thing and not only for the view. It was a bit like choosing a window seat on the plane. You could create your own space if you needed. But she could still feel the warmth from Harry’s jeans-clad leg against hers and that wasn’t going away unless she broke the safety glass.
    Harry laughed and joked with the others around them about accents and travel mishaps, a different person from the man she’d seen yesterday at the pool. Aloof and cynical seemed to have stayed home today. So why’d he been so threatened yesterday? Interesting.
    Bonnie found herself relaxing back with a little proprietorial smile that said she was