Chapter 15

I had a momentary pang of sadness when I realised Mark hadn’t left a card for me. I didn’t know what he felt about the whole Valentine’s thing as we hadn’t talked about it. With the demands of his new job, perhaps it had slipped his mind.

I’ll get a bottle of wine on the way home tonight, I thought as I left the house for work.

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The day went by with agonising slowness. Maybe an office job would have more appeal after all. Apart from the hour I took for lunch after the library closed to the public, when I managed to get a brief word with Mark, I spent the whole day in the department.

Mark was doing well at the café. It amazed me how he managed to squeeze himself into the tight black trousers Daphne gave him. Daphne claimed the number of female visitors to the café increased, once word got around.

Though, as she said, “Little do the girls realise what a hopeless cause Mark is for them.”