They have finally made it to Harry's room….

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Upon opening the door Ruth is surprised to see Harry's room is considerably smaller than her own. Not what she had expected at all. Ruth has a suite; Harry, a simple double room.

Harry moves to the mini bar, Ruth hovers behind him.

"Drink?"

"um, yes… what have you got?"

"Tea? Or something stronger?"

Knowing full well that she was going to need as much Dutch courage as possible she moves alongside Harry, accidently brushing shoulders with him she peers down into the minibar.

"Something stronger I think, if that's OK?"

"Scotch? G and T? Or this very small bottle of Chardonnay?" he says looking at her, their faces a whisper apart.

"What will you have?" Ruth replies, her eyes fixed on the fridge

"Scotch I think" says Harry standing up and suppressing a sigh.

"Well… I think a Gin and Tonic would be lovely"

Ruth straightens and upon realising the close proximity they now find themselves in quickly retreats to the solitary chair by the window. Harry stands at the minibar mixing their drinks. Whilst his hands work slowly his mind is racing with a hundred different scenarios that puts Ruth in his arms. Ruth meanwhile is rooted to the chair, frozen by fear and yet the thoughts that are circling her over analytical mind are similar to Harry's. She pushes them aside.

"Do you think Sekoa's motives are as genuine as he wants us to believe?" Ruth offers

Harry turns, drinks in hands and desperately looks for somewhere to sit. Handing Ruth her G&T he perches himself on the end of the bed. The bed is big and his feet fall short of the floor. He looks like a small child on a large chair, dangling.

"Um, Sekoa…I don't know. I'd like to think so"

Noticing Harry's predicament Ruth offers to put the table between them so at least he has somewhere to rest his drink.

"It's OK, I think I'll just….."

Harry gets up and moves to the top of the bed. He places his tumbler on the bedside table and pushing the pillows against the headboard stretches his legs out the length of the bed. The space between them now is too wide but Ruth can't move. Her heart is reaching out, her body yearns to be next to his on the bed but her eyes are rooted to the floor and her bottom is Blue-Tacked to the chair.

"Ruth…."

Harry lightly pats the space next to him in invitation.

"I won't bite…"

Ruth reigns in her erratic heartbeat, looks up and takes in the sight of Harry on his enormous bed.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

As she slowly stands Harry reaches over and pushes her pillows against the headboard, allowing her somewhere to sit. Kicking off her shoes and placing her own glass down on the bedside table she slowly sits on the bed, her back to Harry, feet dangling inches from the floor.

"Ruth?"

"Harry….I…"

"Ruth, what is it? What's wrong?"

She turns to look at him, angst etched on her soft features.

"I'm scared."

"Come here" Harry says, patting the bed once more.

Ruth, taking hold of her fear and pushing it away swings her legs onto the bed until she finds herself sat rather rigidly next to Harry. Drawing her legs up she hugs them tightly against her chest as Harry reaches for his drink trying to act as normal as possible.

"Ruth, talk to me. What are you scared of?"

He whispers so softly she hardly hears him, bringing her face up to meet his she plucks up the courage to say what has been on her mind for the past week.

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