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Jack switched the radio off, rinsed his plate under the tap and checked the text message that had appeared on his phone.
Had a great time last night. Hope to do it again soon. Cx
He’d reply to her later. There was no use in looking desperate.
‘So, how did it go? Is that her?’ Emily said, gesturing to his phone, having just appeared in the doorway.
Jack put his phone in the inside pocket of his suit jacket and picked up his mug of coffee. ‘It was fine.’
‘Fine? Is that it?’
‘It was just a chat with a friend, that’s all.’
‘And I’m supposed to believe that, am I?’ Emily replied, smiling.
‘You’re going to have to, because it’s the truth.’
‘Do you like her?’
‘How do you mean?’
‘I mean, if she wanted to take it further, would you?’
Jack looked at his daughter and sighed. ‘I dunno. Maybe, yes. We’ll see.’
‘Have you told her that?’
‘No. And I’m not going to, either. Listen, I’ve got to get to work. I’ll see you later, alright?’
Emily paused for a moment, then threw herself into a hug. ‘I’m so pleased for you, Dad.’
‘s**t, Emily!’ Jack said, jumping back, motioning to the coffee which was now dripping down the front of his jacket.
‘Damn, sorry. I was just trying to be nice. Listen, I’ll take it to the dry cleaners this morning. You get off to work — it’s going to be a nice day anyway, so you won’t need a jacket.’
‘I’ve got another one upstairs, I can—’
‘Forget it. It’s going to be too warm,’ she said, shoving him towards the door. ‘Now go. You’re going to be late.’
‘Yeah, and this is why I chose not to live with women.’
‘Let’s not get started on that one, eh?’ she said, giving her dad a kiss on the cheek. ‘Have a good day.’
She watched as Jack walked up the drive and got into his car, before starting the engine and driving off to work. Back in the kitchen, she put her hand into Jack’s inside jacket pocket and pulled out his mobile phone.
Perfect.