Melanie nodded. She knew that Leonora had had one last try to get him, and almost succeeded. If Julian hadn't spotted her in the town—she hastily thrust this thought away. Somehow, some way, he would have tracked her down. Leonora would never have succeeded.

  `Shall we go home?' Julian asked. His voice was light, but his eyes spoke volumes.

  Melanie couldn't speak, she was too full of happiness. She watched Julian pick up her suitcase and hold out his hand to her, and she caught it and held on tightly, her small hand lost in his hard, sure, but loving grip.

 

 

  Jane Corrie, Bond of Fate

 

 

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