It had been while they were at lunch that he had realised he couldn't stand the idea of returning back to the life that waited for them at home . Or at least not with this woman. But he knew how much divorce would cost him. She had made that very clear the last time things had come to a head between them. As he had watched her eat and especially drink to her usual excess the idea had suddenly sprung unbidden but irresistible into his head. Carefully he had matched her increasingly drunken behaviour but without the drink. By the time they had left the restaurant the reputation of British holiday makers had taken one more further knock. He had half carried her away from the small town and up the steep, rocky path, stumbling now and then in a drunken pretence. The path they were on lead to a cliff top that was unfenced, crumbling and potentially dangerous. One more accident waiting to happen.
The man at the crossroads frowned, loath to follow the couple. They had looked so intimate, his arms wrapped around her. But they had both seemed unsteady and the path was a dangerous one. Only last week there had been a terrible accident. In truth it was the path's possibilities that had drawn him there. Another accident so soon would inconvenience his own plans. He stood a moment longer. Try again another day, risk imposing himself where he might not be welcome. Then he nodded. Surely the decent thing had to be done. Decision made he set off behind them. Inconvenience aside it would be a shame if anything happened to them. They did seem so much in love.
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