‘How were the kids? Did they wake? Did you give Lily her bottle? Did Harry want you to read to him?’ Mrs Raxberry said in a rush as she burst through the door. ‘They’ve been fine,’ I said. ‘Lily cried around ten and I warmed her bottle, but she was asleep again before I could feed her. There hasn’t been a peep out of Harry.’ ‘Great, great! I’d better go and wake him for a wee then, otherwise we’ll have a wet bed. Here’s your money, Prue. Thanks so much. I hope you can maybe babysit again some time?’ I took a deep breath. ‘I’d love to.’ I shrugged on my jacket and went into the hall. I didn’t even make eye contact with Mr Raxberry. I felt as if I’d been snuggled up with him all evening. If I so much as glanced at the real man I was sure I would blush. ‘Hey, where are you going, Prue?’ he called after me. ‘Home.’ ‘Well, hang on, I’m giving you a lift.’ It was what I’d been thinking about ever since I agreed to babysit, but now I felt weirdly scared.
