“Advance,” said Anto.
Una took a quarter of the cash out of her bank account and splurged on Karan.
He went on his way. The whole of Ireland cried out for pity’s sake.
“There’s nothing to fear, Anto,” Jane said. “Except tears and rain.”
“It’s not like catching stoats in the moonlight.” He waved a hand in the air.
“Come with me now,” she said, beckoning a slender finger her way. The sun off a car window lit her red hair like a match to kindling. She smiled, her twinkle-gaze caught him full-on.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” He scratched the salt-and-pepper stubble on his face, considering the beckoning digit.
“I know you,” she said, with a smile. “You won’t last long.”
“You’re right. You have the advantage over me.” A clanging of bells from Christchurch loudened the street.
“Won’t it be the onslaught of two lovers if you come with me?” Una’s mouth creased into a smile.
“No doubt you’re right, a good looking girl like you. But what will I do if you don’t treat me well?”
The bells faintly rang now and sleet fell angled on the pavement as Una considered his question.
“I have only your care to consider,” she answered. “Come with me now and let’s be done with the talking.”