And she’d been wearing flats, so she’d seemed only as tall as his shoulders, and he could remember thinking that she was like an elf.
Eventually he’d managed to get his tongue and mouth to form simple words. ‘You did a great job in there.’
‘Me? No, it was nothing to do with me. You did all the work.’
‘Well, it’s my job.’
‘Yes.’ She’d stared back at him as if she’d been trying to work something out in her head. ‘I love having babies.’
He’d frowned. ‘You have children of your own?’
She’d shaken her head, as if realising she’d said something that she shouldn’t. ‘No! God, no! I don’t want any yet.’
He’d smiled, intrigued. He’d wanted to know more about her. Wanted to see her.
His only focus had been to be with her. To soak her up. They’d had such fun together, shared so many likes and opinions.
It had been easy to get carried away in the whirlwind.
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