“Never mind who they are,” Conrad said shortly. He began hurriedly to pack a bag. “I’d better leave you some money.” He put a few bills on the mantelpiece.
“That should hold you until Thursday.”
It would be too risky to ask Louis to come here, Janey decided as she made up her lips. Too many prying neighbours, but she could go to his place. Again she felt a hot flush run over her. He had been like an animal, she thought. His lovemaking had been brutal, selfish and insatiable. He had left her bruised and gasping but with an overwhelming desire to be caught up again in his hard, muscular arms.
“I must get along,” Conrad said, shutting the bag. “Why don’t you get Beth to spend a few days with you? I don’t like leaving you entirely alone here.”
Janey smiled mysteriously.
“Your remorse is very touching, darling. Considering you leave me here alone fifteen hours a day, a few more hours won’t hurt me.”
“For goodness sake, Janey! Don’t go on and on. You know I have to work late hours,” Conrad said impatiently.
“Then it will be a nice change for you to sit beside some woman and hold her hand in Butcher’s Wood, won’t it?”
Conrad looked at her in disgust.
“Well, so long, Janey.”