It had been a wonderful evening, no doubt about that and he had scored a hat-trick with his choice of restaurant and the food, but the end of the day had hit him like a hammer blow. Henry Dobbs thought about how careless he had been and how foolish to pick the wrong time to try and establish a relationship with the delightful Joanne Wilson. If he had any sense or any judgement, he would have left it for another month at least, possibly even two. Now he might have killed any chance he ever had of getting to know Mrs Wilson.
Driving back slowly to the Carswell Bay Hotel, he said very little. Joanne thanked him again and complimented him on his choice of restaurant. Dobbs was aware that Joanne Wilson was being very polite and friendly and had lost her slightly mocking attitude towards him. D
