She told Harry, in the end, why she'd decided to come home, and not stay in South Africa with Anton. He was silent for a long time, just sitting on her sofa with his arm around her shoulders. "I'm glad you came home," he said finally.
"Oh? Why?"
There was another pause, while Harry wondered whether or not to tell her the real reason. Eventually, he said, "I want you where I can see you so I know I can haul you out of whatever trouble it is you've got yourself into." He gave her a quick kiss on the temple. "You going to be okay?"
She sighed. "Yeah, I suppose so."
"D'you want me to stay? I don't mind sleeping on the sofa, if you want the company."
She gave a tired smile. "I do have a spare room, you know. But no, it's okay; I'll be fine."
Part of him was disappointed, but he knew better than to press things, and got up, reaching for his jacket. "I'd best get home."
She nodded, and got up as well, going with him to the door. "Thanks, Harry," she said, kissing him on the cheek.
He hugged her, and the world melted away as she was wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and safety. She rested her head on his shoulder for a moment. "You're welcome," he murmured, before letting go and opening the door.
She felt bereft for a moment, then waved him off, closing the door behind him as he drove out of sight. At least she could always rely on Harry.