CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
We'd been on five dates, three during the evening and two during the day, and not once had he asked to come back to my place - or suggested we go back to his, wherever that might be. Luigi was a total gentleman, but I was starting to feel there was something wrong with me. Didn't he want me?
I lay in bed with my eyes open, staring at the ceiling. Glancing across at the bedside alarm clock, I sighed when I saw it was only ten past six. But I couldn't lie still any longer. Throwing back the covers and climbing out of bed, I wrapped myself up in the lovely fluffy nightgown Jo bought me for Christmas and went and put the kettle on. Waiting for it to boil, I tapped my fingernails on the worktop. The sound of the phone scared me half to death.
'Hi, honey.'
'Mum!'
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