‘Who knows? Maybe we’ll see each other again soon.’ ‘It was interesting seeing you too, Amanda,’ he said casually. Lovely? Oh, sure, like she really thought that. He expected to see her dive straight into the nearest taxi but instead she paused. They went through the automatic doors together. No rings on her fingers, no calls on her mobile. He shouldn’t care, but he was pleased about that too. No boyfriend waiting at the gate to pull her close and kiss her like crazy. She was slowing now as they reached the exit. Oh, yes, despite her polite façade it was as obvious as anything that she wanted him to go. It was an odd relief to see that she was disconcerted by his presence-to know that he affected her too, just as she did him. So he kept his snowboarding gear and a complete wardrobe at his holiday home in Queenstown. It wasn’t that he didn’t have the material possessions now-if anything he’d have to admit he had too many. Nothing but a bunch of memories-and most of them were bad. When he’d finally got out of Ashburton he’d taken almost nothing with him. ‘I like to travel light.’ Habit from the old days, he figured. ‘Don’t you have baggage to collect? Not your snowboard?’ she asked.
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