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Her creative upwelling vanished with daylight. After a shower and breakfast she packed away her art materials and cleaned the flat, leaving for Leederville before the sun had begun scorching the day.
At work she was dreamy and distracted. When she wasn’t serving, she wandered around the café absently wiping tables. Heather didn’t appear and she was surprised to find herself disappointed. She viewed the diners, mostly women and retired couples, not an eligible-looking man among them. She couldn’t imagine meeting a half-decent man in here. She wasn’t likely to meet a suitor through Thomas’s network, and as for Heather, she seemed too matronly for girls’ nights out on the pull.
And when a mother walked in cradling a newborn baby, Yvette’s longing for a child of her own returned with fo
