"About last night..."
She sighed. She didn't want to talk about last night anymore. Talking only seemed to raise their tempers and get them into trouble.
"I know," she said, "you're sorry. I forgive you."
His eyebrows rose.
"Really?"
"Don't sound so surprised. Yes, I do, but let's drop the subject, okay?"
He seemed to consider that very seriously.
"Abbey, I want to see you again. Tonight, tomorrow, Friday—"
She placed a finger to his lips.
"Don't say anymore. Don't make promises you can't keep."
He stared at her, then shook his head.
"I never do that."
She nodded. He was going to say more. He was going to ask her to go to Sydney, fly up and meet him there. She couldn't do that. Whatever happened here, stayed here in Melbourne and mustn't continue.
