Maybe he should have been, since it had been hours and hours since the sandwich he’d hastily eaten before the Adult Children of Alcoholics meeting he’d hosted at All Saints earlier that evening, but his stomach turned over at the thought of putting anything solid in it. He shook his head. “No, thank you. Tea is fine.”
She smiled at him and left the room, while he looked down at himself and reflected it was a good thing that he still wore his untucked shirt and trousers, rather than his usual bedtime attire of underwear and nothing else. Rosemary hadn’t asked him if he wanted to change into something more comfortable, probably because she would have been embarrassed to help him out of his clothes at this early stage in their relationship.
Doing such a thing would have been just a little m
