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His lips finally pull reluctantly away from hers.

"I think it might be wise to continue this away from here," he whispers.

She tears her eyes from him and glances around the pub, no one is watching, in fact no one is even there.

"It seems we've driven the team away."

"Strategic retreat," he smiles.

They leave their untouched drinks and head for the door.

"You said…continue this?" she asks as they cross into the car park.

"Yes,"

"That's very… presumptuous."

"You told me to do what was good for me, Ruth. You told me to take what I wanted."

"Take?"

"Yes, take," he says and she suddenly finds herself partially bent over the bonnet of the car.

"Harry, what's happened to you? You've gone from Sir Galahad to Casanova in one fell swoop."

His mouth moves to her ear.

"And which do you prefer?" he asks in his deepest, silkiest tones and she wonders how one kiss can make such a change to a man.

"I think I'd just like Harry back."

He stands her up gently.

"I've never been anywhere, Ruth. I've always been right here."

"I know, Harry."

She smiles warmly at him.

"Come on let's go home and 'continue' this there then."

"This?" he says kissing her softly.

"Yes, this" she says repeating him and the kiss.

"What about Casanova?' asks Harry opening the door for her.

"He can come too," says Ruth with a smile.

As they lie in bed he takes a deep breath.

"There's something I have to say, Ruth."

"Finally."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's about time you said it."

"I love you, Ruth."

She smiles.

"Though that's wasn't it, actually," he says.

"Oh, sorry."

"Don't be. I do."

"Me too," she smiles, stroking his chest. "I always have, even when I wasn't here."

He pulls her closer.

"So you wanted to tell me something… that wasn't that?" she asks trying not to get too distracted by his chest, or the fact that he is now pressing against her.

"Yes."

"And?"

"I don't want to go back to work."

"You don't?"

"No. I've had enough, Ruth. There's only one thing I want now."

"You've had that Harry."

He grins.

"And I want it some more. I want it here, available, on hand."

"On hand?"

"Oh bollocks Ruth, I …."

"Say it," she laughs.

"I want you. To be with you, to never leave you. It's all I want, just that, just you and no more."

"And that would make you happy?"

"Yes, Ruth. That would make me very happy."

"No more death and betrayal."

"I certainly hope not, not unless you intend running off with a waiter."

"A waiter?"

"Yes, well there'll be a lot of them around."

"In the café's?"

"Yes, the café's in Paris…" he says

"And Madrid…" she adds.

"And Rome…"

"Oh yes, Rome… Italian waiters…mmm."

"Ruth!"

"Don't worry Harry, you've out waited the lot of them."

He laughs.
"And you won't look at them?" he adds.

"No, as long as you don't look at the waitresses."

"The only one I'll ever be watching is you, Ruth. And I promise to never take my eyes off you again."