an’t we just live here?” Alice stretches out her arms as she lies diagonally on the huge bed and smiles lazily at Joe, a thick terry-cloth towel wrapped tightly around his waist as he wanders in from the bathroom.

“At the Mark? Now that really would be pushing it.” Joe laughs, sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning over to give her a kiss. “Our housing allowance, my darling, is big, but it’s not that big.”

“But wouldn’t this be perfect?” Alice gestures around the one-bedroom suite. “It has everything we need.”

“Everything except a large country kitchen for you.”

“That’s okay. I can make do with that little kitchenette. I’ll have my large country kitchen when we find our house in the country.”

“Speaking of finding houses, or flats for that matter, we’re meeting the relocation agent in about an hour, and then we’ve got lunch with Gina and George. Come on, lazybones, or we’ll be late.”

Alice hooks her arms around Joe’s neck and pulls him closer, smiling lasciviously. “I don’t mind being a tiny bit late.”

“A tiny bit?” Joe kisses her softly as he unwraps his towel. “Or a big bit?”

Alice giggles as he rolls on top of her. “Rather a big bit is what I’d prefer.”

Half an hour later Alice jumps into the shower, grinning all the while. It appears that Joe has been right about this being a fresh start for both of them. She has flown out every weekend for the past month, joining him at the Mark hotel, flying back to London during the week to sort out their house and the move, and every weekend she spends with Joe she feels more and more like a newlywed.

He hasn’t been this attentive or affectionate in years. She takes the one o’clock British Airways flight on a Friday, arrives at JFK at around four in the afternoon, and is at the hotel by six. Joe will either be waiting for her in his suite or will arrive about twenty minutes later, and will throw his arms around her in a huge hug, clearly delighted to see her.

They are, much to her delight, making love again with an enthusiasm she hasn’t felt for a very long time, and she knows that despite her initial reservations, New York really does seem to be the answer to her prayers.

The city is vibrant and buzzing, and far more friendly than she remembers. She strides along Madison Avenue feeling happy and energized, but just can’t get excited about the prospect of living there.

“A great place to visit,” she confides to Emily, “but I’d be exhausted if I had to live here all the time.”

“So how’s the hunt for the country house coming along?” Emily asks.

“Nothing yet. Joe wants to find somewhere in town first. As soon as we’ve found something here, we’ll know how much money we’ll have left over for a place in the country.”

“Just remember, Harry and I have to be your first guests.”

“Of course. So how is heavenly Harry?”

Emily laughs. “Heavenly.”

“You sound so happy.”

“I am. And so do you.”

“I know. I am. Who would have thought it?”

“I miss you, Ali.”

“But you saw me last Thursday.”

“I know, but you’re there now. For good. It’s horrible that I can’t just jump in the car and come over to see you.”

“But you can pick up the phone whenever you want.”

“I know,” Emily grumbles. “But it’s not the same.”

“Couldn’t you come over and live here too? You could come and live with me in the country.”

“Because Joe would love that.”

“Ah yes. Actually, he’s being so lovely at the moment he’d probably agree to anything I asked.”

“Quick, ask him if he’ll give me a thousand quid for my birthday.”

Alice laughs. “Come and see me soon, won’t you, Em? Even if I don’t find my country house, will you come and stay?”

“Of course. As soon as you’re settled I’ll be on the first plane.”

Alice still can’t believe that she is here. To stay. For good. It seems only yesterday that the removal firm came and spent three days packing the contents of their home, all except Joe’s office, for he insisted on doing that himself.

Was it really a month ago that Foxtons had been to their house in London? Two rental agents had gone into paroxysms of delight over the “exquisite” Belgravia home and assured her it would be rented in no time.

Final bills had to be paid, the Royal Mail forwarding service organized, and hasty farewells had to be made. Nobody could believe they were going, and everybody wanted to say good-bye.

Those last few days were a whirlwind, and although people offered to throw a going-away party, the last thing Alice needed was to worry about saying good-bye to people she was secretly thrilled to be leaving behind.

They had to make do with phone calls, with everyone saying they couldn’t believe they were just going, and they’d come and stay in the summer. “You must come,” Alice would say brightly, hoping that she’d be able to make an excuse, that their promises to come were as empty as her promises to host.

Her only real sadness was in leaving Emily. Emily, who had come over every day and helped her pack, who had taken Snoop out for walks while Alice had been on the phone, who had spent hours poring over the information the relocation agent in New York had supplied, oohing and aahing over the excitement of living in Manhattan.

The night before they flew, Emily insisted on having Alice over for dinner. At the end of a subdued evening, the sadness hung heavily in the air, and Alice and Emily hugged long and hard, both of them choking back tears. “You’d better e-mail every day,” Emily squeezed. “Or I’ll get on a plane and come over there and kill you.” Alice laughed to hide her sadness and reached up to give Harry a hug.

“Make sure you find a good class for Snoop,” he said. “I’ve already told him to look after you and make sure you’re happy.”

“We will be,” she smiled. “And you make sure you look after Emily.”

“Oh, I will.” He put a protective arm around Emily’s shoulders. “Don’t you worry about that.”

Alice and Joe step out of the elevator to see a smartly dressed middle-aged woman sitting on the bench in front of the reception desk.

“Is that her?” Alice whispers.

“Yup. Gayle, this is my wife, Alice. Alice, this is Gayle, our relocation agent.”

“Oh, it’s so good to meet you.” The woman smiles brightly as she shakes Alice’s hand. “Joe’s told me so much about you.”

“I’m very excited about seeing some apartments,” Alice smiles back.

“That’s great! I have a couple that your husband’s already seen that he likes and wants you to see, and then there are three more that I’d like to show both of you.”

“We’ve narrowed it down to the Upper East Side,” Joe explains to Alice. “Sixtieth to Eightieth.”

Gayle nods. “We started on the West Side as well, but we decided it was too young and busy, and downtown is out for obvious reasons. We toyed with Midtown, but as I’ve got to know Joe a little bit I can see that he’d definitely be happier on the East Side, and I’m sure you’d love it too.”

“That’s here, isn’t it? Where the hotel is?”

“Yup. Prime Upper East Side neighborhood.”

“Good. I love it around here. So where are these apartments?”

Gayle hands her a bundle of papers as they turn the corner, past the Issey Miyake shop, onto Madison Avenue. “The first is a couple of blocks from here, Seventy-fifth and Park. It’s a great apartment, lots of light, twentieth floor—so a great view too. Naturally it’s a doorman building.”

“They’re all doorman buildings, aren’t they?” Joe interrupts.

“Yes.” She turns again to Alice, assuming, as with most of the couples she meets, that it is Alice she has to woo, Alice who will be making the final decision. “They’re all desirable doorman buildings, which all of our other investment banker clients demand.”

“Well, if it’s good enough for the Joneses,” Alice laughs.

“Excuse me?” Gayle doesn’t get it.

“Nothing. Don’t worry about it. What a beautiful day.” Alice links her arm through Joe’s and smiles at nothing in particular.

“Well, it’s a bit of a change.” Alice doesn’t quite know what to say. She’s come from a huge house in Belgravia, and a smallish apartment, even in a doorman building, isn’t quite what she’s used to.

Ugly modern windows look out onto what is, admittedly, a decent view, and the ceilings are high enough to give the illusion of space, but there are no features, no moldings, no character in the apartment at all.

Boxy rooms, a tiny kitchenette, and a second bedroom that’s little more than a closet.

“It’s a great address,” Gayle says. “It’s a lot smaller than some of the other apartments, but you’re paying for this building, which is one of the best in the city.”

“I’m not sure this is quite my thing,” Alice says. “I think we’d probably kill one another in something this small.”

Gayle laughs. “That’s fine. The more we look the better idea I’ll have of what you’re looking for. Right. Let’s head over to Second Avenue. I think you’ll like that one much better.”

Three apartments later, Alice is beginning to lose patience.

“Doesn’t anyone have kitchens here?”

“The larger kitchens are mostly in the prewar buildings, and the only ones we have right now aren’t doorman buildings. They do have an elevator man, but it’s not nearly as prestigious, and I did show your husband but he said no.”

“But they’re all so, well... so ugly.”

“Darling!” Joe is embarrassed, but of course Gayle, used to forthright New Yorkers, doesn’t bat an eyelid.

“You have to remember that New York is not London. You have to have different requirements here, unless you’re prepared to compromise. Most of my clients would take anything in that first building we went to, no matter how small. It’s address that counts here.”

“I just don’t understand it,” Alice shrugs. “They’re all so small.”

“You’ll get used to it,” Gayle says. “I’ve relocated hundreds of people from Europe, and all of them end up loving it.” She looks at her watch. “Let’s go on to the next. I think you’ll like it more. It’s Seventy-third, between Lex and Park, and a really great apartment. It might be perfect for you.”

“I like it.” Joe walks around again, for the third time in the fifteen minutes they’ve spent in the apartment.

“Well, it’s definitely the best we’ve seen,” Alice agrees, walking over to the window and looking down onto Park.

“It’s a great price, and a fabulous apartment. Actually, this is probably my favorite of all the ones on our books right now.”

“So how long has it been on the market?” Joe calls from the master bedroom.

“Only around two weeks. I know another couple came to see it the other day who put in an initial offer which the owner turned down, and I believe they’re about to put in another higher offer.”

“Presumably their initial offer was below asking price?”

“I believe so. Not much, but I’m sure if you were to offer asking price they’d say yes. An apartment like this isn’t going to stay around for too long. Why don’t I wait in the other room and you can have a talk about it?”

“Thanks, Gayle,” Joe smiles. “That would be great.”

Joe perches next to Alice on the windowsill. “What do you think?”

“I don’t know,” Alice shrugs unhappily. “I can’t say I love it, but I don’t know anything about the real estate market here. I do know that I wouldn’t even consider any of these flats if they were in London, but...”

“... we’re not in London.”

“Exactly. But you like it, don’t you?”

“I do. I think that second bedroom would make a perfect study for me, and I like the fact that there’s a large entrance hall and a dining room as well. It has a good feel to it, and it’s a great size. You have to admit even the kitchen’s the biggest we’ve seen.”

“I know. You’re right. It’s just so strange to go from a big house to a flat that’s probably only a bit bigger than our very first flat. Remember our flat in Kensington?”

Joe smiles. “Yes, and remember how lovely and cozy it was?”

“That’s true.”

“And this is a good price.” Joe looks at the details again. “It leaves us with enough to buy a really nice place in the country.”

“Okay, done!” Alice laughs, as Joe puts his arm around her and squeezes.

“I told you I know the way to a woman’s heart.”

“Hopefully just this woman.”

“Of course just this woman, my lovely wife.”

Gayle walks back in. “Whoops.” She laughs. “I hope I haven’t caught you at an inopportune moment.”

Joe stands up and laughs. “Not at all. We want to make an offer. This would suit us perfectly.”

“Your husband tells me you’re thinking of a place in the country as well?” Gayle has walked them back to the hotel and is telling them she’ll phone the owner as soon as she’s back in the office and put a formal offer in writing on the fax to him later that afternoon.

Alice nods.

“It’s a wonderful idea. So many of my clients do that. Often the men stay over in the city during the week then join the wives out in the country on the weekends. It’s wonderful to have that choice.”

“I like being with Joe, though,” Alice smiles. “I’d come into the city as well, I think.”

“Of course! You’d have the best of both worlds. Where in the country are you thinking of?”

“Probably Connecticut. I haven’t really investigated anything yet, but we’d like it to be somewhere near enough to enable Joe to commute if he needs to.”

“Fairfield or Litchfield County would probably suit you perfectly. We have a few offices there. Why don’t you visit our website and have a look at the towns? I can put you in touch with someone who could show you around.”

For the first time that day Gayle sees Alice’s face truly light up. “Really? Would you? That would be fantastic!”

“I wouldn’t have thought you’d be a country girl,” Gayle says in surprise, having assumed that Alice is exactly like all the other high-maintenance banking wives she is used to dealing with.

Joe shakes his head. “Underneath that sophisticated exterior my wife’s really a secret chicken farmer.”

“You know, alpaca farming’s all the rage these days,” Gayle says with a smile.

“Oh God. Don’t even start.” Joe shakes his head as Alice gives him a pleading look.

“Alpacas? Oh, go on, Joe, let me have alpacas.”

“First you have to find a house, then maybe, just maybe, you can have a goldfish.”

“Great. My husband the animal lover.”

Gayle laughs.

“Anyway,” Joe says, “Snoop would hate alpacas.”

“Snoop?”

“Our dog,” Alice explains. “He’s staying with friends until we’re settled, then we’ll fly him over here.”

“Alice’s dog,” Joe says firmly.

“But you love him too. Admit it. You do.”

“I don’t love him, but he is rather sweet.”

“What about all those Saturday morning walks you used to take him on? Honestly!” She turns to Gayle. “He’d go out for hours with Snoop every Saturday. And now he tries to pretend he doesn’t like being with him.”

Ah, yes. Those Saturday morning walks. Josie has thrown herself into work, anesthetized the pain with meetings and phone calls and clients, allowing herself to think about Joe, to dwell on her loneliness, only late at night while she’s lying in bed, praying for sleep to come and take her away.

She had hoped to hear from Joe. Had thought perhaps he’d phone her, or send an e-mail, or something, but she hasn’t heard a thing.

And Joe? Joe is trying his hardest to be the faithful husband. He is trying to be true to his word, to see America as a fresh start, to be the loving faithful husband he once promised to be.

During this last month when he’s been largely by himself, he’s allowed himself to look but not touch. And how could he not look when he’s never seen such beautiful women in all his life? Everywhere he looks temptation is looking back at him, but he is determined to make it up to Alice, to stop the indiscretions for good.

“So I’ll be in touch with you later this afternoon. I have your cell phone number, and hopefully I’ll have some good news by the end of the day.”

They say good-bye to Gayle and walk down to Annie’s restaurant to meet Gina and George for lunch.

“You’ll love them,” Joe had said. He’d got to know George on a business trip a few months earlier, and had got in touch with him as soon as he was transferred to New York. They lived in a large old brownstone on Seventy-first and had invited Joe over for drinks as soon as he arrived. He hadn’t met Gina before that evening, and had been impressed with her warmth and loveliness, knowing that Alice would feel the same way, that she and Gina would become friends.

“There they are,” Joe pushes through the line of people waiting for tables as a couple stand up in a corner booth at the back and wave.

Joe shakes hands with George and kisses Gina, who turns to Alice and kisses her in turn. “We’ve been so looking forward to meeting you, Alice. Welcome to America. I’m so excited that you’re here.”

Joe is right. Alice takes to her immediately, and within minutes Joe and George are talking about business, and Alice is describing the apartment to Gina.

“It sounds great!” Gina is enthusiastic. “And you’d be so close to us! I have a great decorator if you need someone. Actually I have loads of great people, we’ll have to get together, just us girls, with our address books. I have plumbers, painters, dog walkers.”

“Dog walkers?”

“Yup.” Gina laughs. “I’ve already heard about Snoop. You name it, I have it.”

Alice merely smiles, wondering why on earth she would need a dog walker when she has a perfectly good pair of legs herself. And a decorator? What for?

Gina continues bubbling away. “Joe says you’re going to be looking for a place in the country too.”

Alice nods. “We just haven’t decided where. I’ve been trying to persuade Joe to leave the city for a day so we can drive around Connecticut and get a feel for where we want to live, but he refuses to start looking until we’ve bought somewhere in the city.”

“We have the cutest place in Connecticut,” Gina says. “Just north of Highfield, and I’m there pretty much all the time in the summer. You should come up and I could drive you around, show you the towns. There are so many pretty places.”

“I’d love to!”

“You know what? We’re up there next weekend. Why don’t you drive up on Saturday for the day? Come for lunch, both of you.”

“What’s this?” Joe stops talking, having caught the tail end of Gina’s invitation, and looks up at them questioningly.

“Gina’s inviting us to their country place next Saturday.”

“Great! We’d love to come.” Joe squints at Alice. “You’re sure you’re not cooking up some plan? We’re not going to come back from our day in the country having bought a house?”

Gina laughs. “The only thing we’ll be cooking is a barbecue.”

“Uh-uh.” George shakes his head. “You’re not getting near my Viking. The barbecue is my job. You can do the salads.”

Gina rolls her eyes. “Why, I’m so sorry. I forgot that barbecueing is men’s work and the little women can only just manage to daintily tear up some lettuce. Salads indeed. It’s a good job I love you.”

“I know. I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

Alice grins at both of them as she takes Joe’s hand under the table, leaning back as the waiter arrives with their scrambled eggs and smoked salmon, toasted bagels, and French toast.

She squeezes Joe’s hand and he turns to look at her, smiling as he sees how happy and relaxed she is.

“See,” he whispers. “I said you’d like them.”

“I know. You were right.”

“Hey! No whispering at the table,” Gina says.

Joe picks up his glass of orange juice and proposes a toast. “To new friends!”

“To new friends!” they echo, holding up glasses and coffee cups.

“And to new houses in the country,” Gina laughs as Alice joins in.

“I’ll second that.” Alice smiles, and the men just raise their eyebrows and tuck into the food.