Dobbs was elated once again. Most of his waking thoughts had been about Joanne Wilson, but he hadn’t held out any hopes of seeing her again. How could he? What excuse could he use? Now young Sharon had put the opportunity in front of him and he intended to take full advantage. If he didn’t, he told himself, he might never see her again and that would be too much to bear.
He went through most of his duty at the hotel that day in a haze, often missing what people said to him or not listening at all, just moving around the various offices and rooms in his own world, wondering what he would say to Joanne and how she would react. He drove home to his flat the minute his duty ended even though it was his custom to wait for his colleague to arrive and often hang about for half an hour checking o
