Andrew was watching her averted profile. She had worked for himfor a year now and they kneweach other very well, yet there was an enormous gap in what heknew about her of which she wasaware but Andrew was oblivious. He thought her cool, efficientand charming
his attitude toldher as much even if he had not made it plain in words.She turned her head again to smile at him. 'I'm fine now,' she saidlightly.'You're very brave,' he told her in a firm voice.She felt colour flare in her cheeks. 'I'm not!''Very,' he repeated, nodding. 'Only someone with courage couldface flights again and againfeeling as you do.'It surprised her. She had not thought Andrew realised how badlyshe felt about flying.Embarrassed, she unclipped her seat belt and stood up, collectingher belongings as the otherpassengers began to file past them.As they walked into the airport lounge Claire noticed a youngsoldier in Arab headdress lyingfull length inside a sandbagged barrier, a machine gun trained onthe airfield. Startled, sheglanced round at Andrew who, catching her glance, lifted his wideshoulders in a shrug. 'Antiterrorists,'he muttered between tight lips.The new glass and concrete building seemed to shimmer in thenoon sun as they slowly passedthrough it, scrutinised closely by the airport staff, their passportsstudied for what seemed endlessmoments.