CHAPTER 18
SHE KEPT AN eye on the bay window at work the next day, but no silver-haired ex-Captains could be seen with their noses pressed up against the window pane. Lyn began to relax a little on the walk home, and even began to think about turning up outside ‘The Cod Father’ for the arranged 7pm assignation. However, an insistent voice in her head told her that Peter’s actions had been perhaps a little on the strange side, and so to be safe she would be better off staying at home.
She sent a message via MatchULike to inform him that she had decided not to meet up after all. On the Saturday morning after breakfast she checked in to the website, but he had not replied. Feeling somewhat relieved she browsed several new profiles, but sent no emails of introduction. She then drove into
