Sally sat back in her chair and allowed herself a moment's reflection on the previous evening. Bill hadn't done anything improper, but in a way, rather wished he had.
“Jo, don't be ridiculous, of course he didn't,” she said, at last. “He had his four-year-old son with him. Besides, I probably won't see him again. He's taken his son to his mother's for the next week, so there's no reason for him to come back to the nursery.”
“Thank goodness for that. And please, don't you go out with any more fathers. You're not safe to be left alone.”
“He was rather nice you know, charming, good looking, well mannered. Actually, I rather liked him,” said Sally, picturing Bill standing there in the nursery.
“It sounds more than that to me,” said Jo suspiciously. “Are you sure you've told me everything?”
